The story begins at an inexplicable wedding. The heroine is completely free from the outside world, attending with a little resentment and helplessness and is also a bridesmaid. At first I completely thought that this was the story of a lonely man approaching a lonely woman.
After reading half of it, I realized that they have a green past and a love history that they were reluctant to touch and mention.
He remembered very clearly how he met her for the first time. She was wearing that blue striped dress, lying under a tree and reading a book with a blue cover. She was so special, so young and proud, she didn't care about those people Waiting in line for food, she waved the handle to send him away. But he was already in love with her, he kissed her, and that's how they started to fall in love.
Years later, he still remembers all that, her smile, her hairstyle, her beautiful youth. But she forgot the book she read (the screenwriter is too good at writing, and wrote the typical characters of men so realistically that he will always remember that summer afternoon, but he forgot the book she read).
I don't know what they went through in the middle, but they must have gone through all youth. Endless quarrels, endless tears for loving each other, those childish looks, for who speaks to whom first, who quarrels with whom first, for those inexplicable emotions and the young man who is unwilling to be bound. Heart.
Whose youth is like that. I'll always remember that encounter with you, the rickety bus that took me to Damascus, the black tea I spilled and the shit-like ice cream that left marks on your pants. I remember that I was too lazy to greet you politely. During the interval when you were looking for topics in silence, I quickly picked up my headphones and listened to my music, but you still insisted on talking to me, so that I still took it down and could only listen to you say.
What happened in the end, who can stand up and explain, what is fate, what connects us together, and what separates us like this. In the end what is it that makes us feel so unhappy.
It turns out that girls' anger and sensitivity are exactly the same. She was so resolute when she left. After nine years, she said goodbye to her old relationship without even a single notice. She said she was heartbroken and he said no one else dared to talk about her in front of him. She said she was from here, but not anymore. He said he kept asking himself and always thought they would talk again.
Time is a good thing, it makes us forget the pain and many details, it makes us heal the wound. People's desire to survive is really strong. We fall and stand up again. We wipe away our tears and become strong. We make up our minds to forget to move forward.
She loves others and has a flat and happy family. Her husband will call her to say hello, and the daughters will greet her mother neatly, hoping that she will return home soon, although it is only a day's separation. What about him? He roams around, he's middle-aged, and he's dating a young girlfriend but doesn't understand the situation at all because he's afraid of loneliness.
In fact, he didn't necessarily love her that much, just because she owed him an explanation and a chance, and left without looking back. So when we met again, he kept asking, why did you come, to be honest, why did you come? (I admire the screenwriter again, and the basic character of men's desire to conquer has been written again.) She should love him very much, so after so many years, she attended an ex-sister's wedding and was willing to be a last-second bridesmaid. (The woman's character is written like this again)
They make love, his confession, he says he loves her. She kept rejecting it again and again, and kept bringing up other topics as if nothing had happened. It seems to be very relaxed and able to joke, but who knows what she thinks in her heart. As he said, you will always think about this question, in the elevator, going back to the room, taking a shower, thinking about the plane back to London, and then even facing your husband, you will still think, if at first, Will not now.
It took so long to let go of the possessiveness of love, the desire to control each other, the domineering and cruelty, stinginess and selfishness of love. Only then can we understand that we are so in love with each other, it turns out that trying again will be different.
Time has passed and it has disappeared. I'll always remember the ice cream we shared on a summer afternoon, but all that disappeared.
The rosy days and youth are so beautiful because of you. May I still hug you in my dreams, and when I close my eyes and think of you, you are made up of so many colors.
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