I Thought We Were Childhood Friends, but You Want to Win Me Over?

Not nominating this book for this year's Best Science Fiction Awards was their biggest mistake

So sweet, childhood sweethearts, childhood sweethearts, in this era when we are too lazy to fall in love, there is still pure love without other things.

It seemed like I was back in high school, during an afternoon break in July, in the corridor of the teaching building. You and your best friend leaned against the railing in the corridor, imagining the future word by word. Suddenly, a gust of wind blows by, which seems to be cool but not cool. The shadows of the tall white magnolia trees next to the teaching building are swaying. The gust of wind carries the rustling of leaves and the faint fragrance of magnolia flowers across your face. There are a few rays of sunlight shining on your face through the leaves, which is a bit dazzling. But you pretended to be casual and turned your head, waiting for the girl from the next class who smelled like flowers and warm breeze in summer, waiting for her to appear. Holding the water glass and arranging her bangs that were blown by the wind with her other hand, she slowly walked out of the classroom and made eye contact with you inadvertently. You were at a loss for a moment and looked away embarrassedly, and after a moment you couldn't help but stare at her backlit figure. It was only until the end of that summer that you, who were timid and inferior, could not muster the courage to tell her in person the words that you had programmed in your heart a thousand and ten thousand times in advance. Later on, you never met a girl like her again, just like you never blew the warm breeze with the fragrance of white magnolia.

The words are as clear as the face, my dear: When I started writing, I felt a little embarrassed to speak. I have a habit of always re-reading the things I write. Love letters, I feel a little blushing just thinking about them. Are you busy now? Still resting? It must be very hard to take the postgraduate entrance examination. It is true. I don't know if it will disturb you. Such sudden confession always makes me feel that I am a selfish ghost. I don't have the courage to see you, so I can only rely on letters for comfort. I checked a lot of information before writing these things. I originally wanted to split them into sentences and copy them, but the love letters they posted online were so shameless that they wrote everything up. But when I thought about it, I seemed to be thinking the same thing. Alas, I was a little afraid to write. Let's talk about the first time I saw you. Strangely enough, when I wrote this line, I seemed to have returned to my high school days, during an afternoon break in July, in the corridor of the teaching building. You and your good brothers leaned on the corridor railing, imagining the future word by word. Suddenly a gust of wind blows by, which seems to be cool but not cool. The shadows of the tall white magnolia trees next to the teaching building are swaying. The gust of wind carries the rustling of leaves and the faint fragrance of magnolia flowers past your face. A few rays of sunlight shine through the leaves on your face, which is a bit dazzling. But I feel like I can't get enough of it. I was passing by with my paper in my hand, and when I saw you looking over, you looked a little embarrassed, but you looked back quietly pretending not to care. The future unfolded before me. Before this, I never quite understood what to do in the future. Just go to college, work, and then go on a blind date? I don't know. This is the education I received since I was a child. When I was a child, I was not allowed to fall in love. When I grew up, I had to fall in love as soon as possible. But I saw you. If we had never met, maybe my heart would never be heavy. If we really missed it, I might not be able to relax in my life. Love at first sight? I don't know very well, but if you like it, you just like it. There is no right or wrong. Until the end of that summer, I was too timid to say what I wanted to say clearly. Even if those words are written on paper again and again. Even if those thoughts are thought over and over again in my heart. Actually... There are some. I often wonder, should I write some obscure sentences? Express my little love hidden in the crowd. I like this kind of words... How can I just say it like this. But then I thought about it, maybe humans are all stupid. Perhaps many years later, they will remember that this is what he meant at the time. But if you miss it, it's not that you're wrong, but that you've passed it. I don't want this, I don't want it. If you like it, I will say it openly. Everyone is very busy, so busy that they have no time to turn, just like a slow navigation. If you don't explain it clearly, by the time the driver reacts, he has missed the intersection. If you miss some intersections, you can turn back, but if you miss the intersection on the highway, you can't even see your back for a moment I love you, really, I love you very much. It looks strange. I'm not very good at talking. What can express love is actions and atmosphere, not words. Words are too poor. Well, why do I like you... I like you because you gave me the warmth I lacked when I was growing up. This may just be a normal concern from friends before, but for me, who comes from a native family, it really makes me feel happy. I also like your kindness and your attitude of still loving life after experiencing the ups and downs of life. So, even though we are separated, the fact that I like you is eternal. You are the only one of all the people I want to love. Like springs in the desert, flowers and trees in the wilderness. I really can't tell you why I love you. But you gave me a reason. A reason not to love other people. ——Xiao Qingyue ——Essay on February 14, 2024 (ps: Ten years later, Luo Muyun dug it out of the closet at home and read it loudly to the children.)

It's so sweet, I can't watch this in the middle of the night 😭

I reported it to my friend, no problem. Your writing is very good, but I have pink eye.

So sweet, but it's a pity that my childhood sweethearts parted ways. Our parents used to compare our grades when we were young. When we got to junior high school, she liked to play basketball. You heard me right, it was her, but my mother didn't let me go home too late. I would go home to party every time after school. I prefer watching anime, but gradually I lost contact. I seem to have added QQ, but I haven't posted on Moments, and I don't know if I have been deleted.

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I also want to talk about sweet love, and I also want to have a childhood sweetheart, but unfortunately I don't have either of these. I will be thirty next month. Sweet love will no longer exist, and it can only be oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar tea. Qingmei is now a wife and mother. Regrets are common to everyone, and I am no exception. I wish to have no regrets. I hope to be at peace with myself. I wish lovers will eventually get married.

I have no intention of interfering with the author's writing habits, nor do I want to guide the author in writing. I am just briefly talking about my feelings after reading this article. I feel that the author likes to separate scenes. Often when a certain scene is developing, the camera cuts directly to the next scene. This can create a somewhat cinematic feel, and can also make the atmosphere more everyday (bland) and show a sense of reality. But as a reader, this performance will have a side effect: incomplete combustion of emotions. As the reader's emotions develop along with the text, suddenly the camera changes and the scene changes, and the brewing emotions are stopped from growing and cannot explode, but can only wither. That is, inch stop. Take confession in Chapter 48, as a book friend said above: "Have you confessed? It seems not." As shown in the table. Again, I am not saying that this way of writing is bad. It can dilute the emotional ups and downs in the work, make the plot more daily, and make the work more watchable. I just think it's important to express your feelings.