Reorder "Why"

I always felt that I would never write anything about why anymore. I always feel that the emotions at that time cannot be copied, and I am afraid that writing it out will destroy the previous feelings. Or feel that their happiness is already predictable, so why should the author add more things to the snake.

However, for this reprint, everyone's voices for extra episodes are too high, so I said, let me try.

So I let myself immerse myself in why.

This is really a dangerous thing, but it is indescribably beautiful.

As I walked, I would think of the situation of He Yichen and Zhao Mersheng, and all kinds of their scenes came one after another, sweet ones, ones that made people couldn't help giggling, or suddenly sad ones. I wrote more and more unplanned plots. I didn't want to write about the children, but I did. Originally, I only wanted to write happy plots, but suddenly I wrote about the past, and even made myself cry.

I was embarrassed when I couldn't help but wet my eyes in the cafe. It wasn't because the waiter walked by and looked at me curiously, but because I felt so embarrassed after so long.

It's been a long time since I said goodbye. Obviously I'm getting old.

But they were captured so easily.

How could I have thought I would never write about them again

They are Yichen and Mosheng, they are the most stubborn desire rooted in my heart, no matter how time passes, they will not change. No matter how long the separation is, they will never be strangers.

Hey, Yi Chen, Mo Sheng, we met again.

I still remember the first time I met them in a crowded supermarket, just like what I wrote in the postscript, I was suddenly seized by such a feeling. Maybe one step earlier, one step later, they are not them, I am not me, who knows, fate is always so mysterious.

I still remember that it was the summer vacation of my junior year. I wrote about their reunion over and over again on my old desktop computer. I wrote it a dozen times, and finally I was satisfied, and they were also satisfied.

I still remember that I was queuing up in the computer room of the school. I couldn't wait, so I took out a blank paper and wrote down the plot first, for fear that the inspiration would be fleeting.

I still remember that when I was in class, they were restless, and they kept performing in my head, so I had to be an inattentive student, writing their names in the notebook over and over again, in order to get the peace after expressing.

For a while, I was a little stunned.

It seemed like a blink of an eye, but it was already far away.

Time is the cruelest and most beautiful thing in the world.

Seven years have passed since I wrote this article, and it has been as long as the time Yi Chen and Mo Sheng have separated.

Hi, Yi Chen Mo Sheng, we meet again.

But one more farewell.

But I think, walking and walking, in the bustling crowd, we will definitely meet again.

Gu Man

November 2010