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Chapter 13 Extra Story: Cheng Anzhi's Little Love Letter——Even if there are no more fairy tales in the world

In such a long time, I once thought that there was no trace of me in your memory.

But my stories and scenery are full of you.

I clearly know that in my life, I will never meet such a love again. In the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus and the prosperous sunshine in September, every breath I take seems to be because of you.

Everyone has only one chance in a lifetime to burn completely.

And I met you.

In my dreams, I walked back to the long school road countless times. The ancient trees are still quiet. The girls are hesitant to exchange their pocket money for a heart-warming comic book or beautiful ice cream. Playing football, laughing and hearty.

Many young minds are as clean as butterflies flying in the morning breeze, shy and flustered and unable to speak.

You strolled by the small lake, the young man in white seems to have the fragrance of leaves, and the weeping willows by the small lake are Yiyi.

Your clean and soft hair blocks the handsomeness between your brows, and your expression is gentle and peaceful from a distance.

I watched a lot of people say hello to you, I held my textbook and peeked behind the tree or the corner secretly, my palms were full of sweat.How I wish I could step forward and call your name generously, and when you smile, you will see me.

But I am afraid that if you see this little thought, you will be so ashamed that you will have nowhere to escape.

The sun is so clear, the time is so beautiful, I fall asleep thinking of that heartbeat in the starry night in a foreign land again and again.

You are a midsummer dream.

You are blooming in September.

You are my willing perdition.

You are the brave and stubborn once in my life.

So I walked so far and saw so many clouds.

Still just want to be with you.

Qichun said, she couldn't understand how I could do this.

In the hopeless situation, in the vast sea of ​​people, in spring, summer, autumn and winter, like a madman, he stubbornly wants to reunite with a dream.

In fact, I am really not that great, I am actually cowardly, you live in my memory, live in my heartbeat, I don't know how to give up on you, and I am even more afraid that after giving up, I will lose the ability to love from now on.

Have you ever loved someone like that?

Look at the sky, the sky is clear and clean, the clouds sometimes look like castles, sometimes they look like airplanes;

Look at the raindrops, the sound of the rain hitting the flagstones is as sweet as a harp, and the stars draw their curtains and hide themselves silently;
Look at the crowds walking on the street, some love each other intimately, some hold hands with white hair, some smile and meditate, and the children are always carefree;

Look at the delicate and heavy fruits of the fruit trees, and the fields may be golden or emerald green. Even if the air is humid and dull in summer afternoons, you will be delighted to find a red dragonfly in the air before the rainstorm.

When in love, the whole planet is shining, gentle and beautiful.

This is your precious gift to me.

From the day you appeared, I love you, every smile, every tear, there is tenderness, concern and joy.

Still later, I found you.

Later, you also fell in love with me.

Everything is as imagined.

Exactly.

You may not know that the moment I saw you again, I secretly, secretly, deep in my heart, breathed a sigh of relief.

A letter, thank you for your timely arrival.

Even if there are no fairy tales in the world, the most beautiful dream in my life has been fulfilled with you.

I love you.

(End of this chapter)