The end of the story is always like this, two flowers bloom, and the sky is different.
Xiaomei has some habit of taking notes, frequently recording bit by bit, because she feels that life is worth it. A breakfast, an English lesson, a joke would always appear in her notebook and fill her life.
Love is like a tornado, coming and going without a trace.
With a yearning for the future, another person appeared in the life of one person in the notebook. Taking her to the movies, skipping class, going to the playground to ride the Ferris wheel, the monotonous life began to take color.
The paper in the book was filled with pages and pieces of her college life.
They fed the stray cats and dogs in the school, carrying a few ham sausages in their pockets, a little leftover steamed bun, and far away the two of them held hands and watched them run over, looking at each other and smiling. Eyes filled with sweetness.
The stray dogs gathered around the two of them after a simple meal and walked away hugging each other. Xiaomei looked at the cat rubbing the hem of her pants, crouched down and touched its soft hair.
The two held hands and went out, and the cat and dog behind them pushed and shoved to follow, a peaceful scene.
Slowly, the two quarreled, disagreed, had different hobbies and insisted on their own opinions, and the cold war lasted for a few days and then slowly eased.
She accused him of being bad, savage and not gentle, and word-for-word in the calendar. The girl's heart is not good at clearly expressing it in reality, so she has to write it in the book. She hid her notes and didn't allow anyone to peep.
The next day, Xiaomei packed herself up, ended the day's course, and watched the latest hit movie with him. Touched by the love of the male and female protagonists, she was moved to tears, and I hoped to go with him for a long time.
Day by day, Xiaomei has changed to a new diary. Graduating soon after, with no plans to go to graduate school, Xiaomei thought about making good plans for the future.
The two met at the restaurant where they had originally eaten, still sitting in familiar seats, and the two ordered the same meal. It's still a familiar taste, but people have changed.
Listening to the last word of the breakup coming out of his mouth, Xiaomei once suspected that she was in a dream and looked at each other in disbelief.
Half an hour later, Xiaomei clutched her fingers in her sleeve and went out from the hotel one after the other.
Without a word, they went back to their dormitories. Sitting on the bed, the chill carried by the breeze on his body gradually dissipated.
Unconsciously, Xiaomei recorded today, and a drop of tears slipped down her face and soaked the white paper.
The moon has clouds and sunshine, and people have sorrows and joys. Most of the endings in fairy tales are perfect, but the endings of stories in reality are always two flowers, and the sky is different.
The world is difficult to have both, love inevitably has regrets, there are unwilling...