My Green Plum from the Sky Likes Stickers Very Much

The writing is good, and it looks like a love story written by a female author with an ideal male protagonist. The first encounter between the male and female protagonists was well written. It was reasonable, unexpected, and yet seemed natural and destined. Ps: The comment made by the guy upstairs is a bit exaggerated. So many things can be seen in just four chapters. Does it look like AI?

I felt inspired tonight and wanted to tell my story with her She was my classmate in junior high school, and I met her after the third year of high school. After we met in the third grade class of high school, I was still very stupid and too naive at that time. I liked her because after the epidemic happened after the transfer, the position was fixed after the epidemic. We were tablemates. At that time, I got to know her as a soft and sweet girl. Then, I started to have a good relationship with her. I remember that every time after telling something funny, she would like to smile with her lips pursed, and then say, "It's so funny." After that, I found that I liked her more and more. At that time, there was a boy who I had a good relationship with. I had known him for several years. We quarreled together. Before the high school entrance examination, I fell in love with her ruler. Because I didn't have a ruler for homework at the time, I borrowed it, and then I fell in love with her ruler. It was very cute. After the high school entrance examination, we graduated. At the graduation party, she gave that ruler to me. We talked a lot during the summer vacation after the high school entrance examination. One day, she suddenly asked me: Do you have someone you like? I said: Yes, she asked: Who is it? I said: It's you. At that time, she replied, "Ah?" I struck while the iron was hot and asked her if she would agree to be my girlfriend, and she agreed. We chatted as usual. I played the guitar for her and listened to "Oldboy" for her. After a few days, she said: I think it is better for us to be friends. I agreed because we didn't feel any closer after becoming boyfriend and girlfriend, but instead felt a little restricted. After the high school entrance examination scores came out, she was admitted to the top high school in our province, while I was one point short. I will never regret missing this point, because this point brought me more surprises. Because the academic pressure in high school has increased, I only play with my mobile phone on weekends every week. I have less and less contact with her, and I know more and more people. I asked another female classmate in junior high school, how is she? (Because I am familiar with her) The classmate replied: She is very good, and she is very happy every day. I also asked her, does she know more people? Yes, she is getting better and better. The pressure for further studies is increasing, and we have less and less contact. Maybe it's because of this, maybe because I have low self-esteem and am afraid of disturbing her, so we have become more and more presumptuous. In high school, I have become better and better, and my learning attitude and learning ability are stronger than before. At this time, I kind of hate the feeling of being alone. I have met many friends, and there is a girl who plays very well with me. I can call her brother. It is God's will. There is only one word difference between her and her name, and the last word of their names is very rare. I really didn't think deeply about it. I confessed my love to my female brother. I expected her to agree at the time. Either I didn't want to do anything, or maybe my brain was broken after being single for a long time. Fortunately, she was smart and didn't agree, and broke up with me. I still think it was right for my female brother to break up with me, because no one likes a person who doesn't like her with bad views. I was sad for a long time because of being rejected. It was not only a failure, but also the loss of previous friendships. I often think of her when I have nothing to do and when I can't do my homework. She is the one I like, not the substitute for her in high school. After the college entrance examination, we ushered in a new stage of life. At this time, the female classmate who was familiar with me and her was chatting and mentioned her. Maybe even after so many years, my heart could not completely let her go. I started to care about her and my past again. During the summer vacation, more than a dozen of our junior high school classmates organized an event to go back to see the teacher. I met her again. She was really still the same, but no longer immature, more gentle and lovely. She saw me, and I saw her. We really looked at each other, and there were countless enlightenments in it. Then, we all laughed. She smiled very cutely, but I laughed so hard that I wanted to cry. I secretly took a photo of her and showed it to her. She was a little annoyed, and pointed at me helplessly and said: You... You! Humph! She is really cute, and other students also laughed in unison when they saw us. After that, I wanted to ask her to go out and play together. She was a little hesitant in declining. Maybe it was because she had something to do and couldn't come. Her father was not in good health those days, and her mother was on a business trip, so she had to take care of her father. I thought at the time that her rejection was to keep me at a distance: it was okay to be a friend, but not a lover. I got angry all at once, then failed again, and finally exhausted. Maybe I had never determined my determination to hold her in my hand. On her birthday, I gave her Jay Jay's "Nocturne" album, and she gave me Pochita from Chainsaw Man. If you like someone, you don't have to be with her, just look at her from a distance. She and I both did well in the college entrance examination, but we missed out on our choices perfectly. Her first choice was admitted, but mine was unfortunately chosen as the fourth choice. We were not in the same school, so I missed it again. That's it, we are in a different place. After I went to college, I discovered that sweet love in reality is not as good as a vulgar show of love. You can show off your love and show love. You can see people spreading dog food everywhere in college, holding hands and kissing each other. Maybe the sadness after a breakup is normal. I thought of him again at this time, and thought that she would be in someone else's arms in the future, and that someone else would love her. I felt happy and sad at the same time. My messenger (the girl I'm familiar with) was chatting with me, and I asked her if she had a boyfriend, and he told me that he did, because his ex-boyfriend was a scumbag, and I quite cared about her. Then the topic turned to her again, and she asked me why I was the most I couldn't be with her in the end. I said, I didn't want to delay him, I was timid and incompetent. The news channel encouraged me and said: Confession is something that no one will know until you tell it. It's more important to show your feelings, and I think you two still have something to play for, after all, it's been so many years. Maybe luck prevailed, or maybe I was really unwilling. I bought a ticket to go to her university. We are very close, a 2-hour drive away. I left my luggage at my friend's house. Her school happened to be holding a sports meeting during the holidays. I thought I could go into her school and give her a surprise, but I didn't expect that I didn't even enter the school because it required facial recognition. So I contacted another classmate and asked him to take me in for a cup of milk tea. After a lot of hard work, I finally arrived at the school where she was waiting for me before the milk tea got cold. I called her number. The first time, she didn't answer. The second time, she didn't answer. I sat on the steps of her school's playground, silently waiting for her answer. In the evening, I got a call back from her while I was sitting on the steps, "What's wrong?" "Are you at school now" "Um... I'm in the dormitory" "Then can you come down" "Hmm?" "I'll come. Your school, I... I have something to tell you." "You..." She felt like she was digesting the information. "What do you want... To do? You came to my school." "I'm here." "You... You, I feel like you're a little crazy." "I'm sorry, it's a bit sudden. What's your answer?" "No, I'm not coming!" "Why? Are you busy?" "I, I'm a little inconvenient, I may have to do homework at night" "What now? Are you free now?" "No! I'm sorry" "Can ten minutes be okay?" "Um... No" "..., I'm sorry, then I'll just say it, I like you" "You..." She seemed a little angry and laughed "Why?" "Because I have liked you. , Even though I'm sorry for you, but I really like you" "What do you like about me?" "I like you... I like your cuteness, your gentle smile, and when you comfort me" ", yes... I'm sorry "Listen to me, you will definitely meet someone better than me in the future. What you think is good is just your filter." "I know that everyone has imperfections, but even if you are imperfect, I still like you!" In fact, at this point, I knew right away that I had failed "I'm sorry, don't say I'm sorry, I should say sorry the most" "I'm sorry" "Don't say it!" "I listen to you" We were silent for a while "You listen to me, you are Where?" "Playground" "I'm sorry, you were a bit sudden. I'm really sorry this time. Can you go back?" I feel like I'm a bit of a clown. "Do you think we will still be friends in the future?" "Yes" I left. That night, I didn't say anything or cry. As usual, I stayed at a friend's house for one night. From then on, I always chatted with her for some reason, but she never responded in time and would not take the initiative to contact me. I knew that I was just lucky. One day, I asked her to stop torturing me. If she refused, she would refuse to be clean. She said that she thought this would make me understand that we were impossible. I did not reply, and we never chatted again from then on. I made peace with my female brother. I apologized sincerely, she forgave me, and our relationship returned to its previous state. We have maintained a good relationship until now One day, I saw a post from her vx, the person I couldn't get. Her post had a photo of her and a strange man. A few days later, she posted another post: the 300-day anniversary of being with him. I don't know whose fault it is, maybe no one is right, maybe it's my fault, I don't know what she thinks, maybe she was just as helpless as me when she left me, I ignored her feelings, my lover misses me, maybe I am not firm, maybe this is my punishment. There are always a few things that go wrong in life, and they are unavoidable. She and I are like a TV series, from liking each other, to understanding each other, to breaking away from each other, and then to my longing for each other. Five Centimeters Per Second is also my favorite anime from Shinkai Makoto that I have watched. Unfortunately, there is no if.

Plant a picture and wait for the right person. 🙂

This urban campus youth romance novel is really eye-catching! The author uses delicate brushstrokes to describe the blood and passion of youth, the joy and tears of campus life, and the sweetness and bitterness of love, as if it brings us back to that young and beautiful time. The characters in the novel are vivid and their growth and changes make people empathize with them. The storyline is compact and interesting, and each chapter is full of surprises and twists, making it enjoyable to watch. The author cleverly combines the prosperity of the city with the innocence of the campus, showing a world full of vitality and hope. What is even more exciting is that this novel seems to have more exciting plots waiting for us to explore. I can't help but imagine how the protagonists' love stories will develop in the future and how they will face various challenges and opportunities in life. The author's writing seems to contain infinite possibilities, making me full of expectations and curiosity for future content. In short, this urban campus youth love novel is an intoxicating work. It evokes our memories of youth and makes us full of hope and longing for the future. I believe that as the story progresses, we will be able to witness more touching moments and experience more exciting plots.

It's so pure, like porridge simmered over low heat. It looks very plain, but when you look at it, it's very flavorful.

The writing is very good, and it will definitely become popular if it is updated steadily. However, I have some small suggestions. The current plot is a bit too bland and routine. Although the author's writing style allows people to continue reading, there should be less expectation. Since the male and female protagonists are both illustrators and writers, the proportion of these two aspects can be appropriately increased to develop the next career line. In the process, the interaction between the male and female protagonists can also be increased. Of course, the author may have his own plans, but his own plans should be the main ones.

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