When Li Qiao met Xiaojun for the first time, he was just a dumb boy, dressed in old-fashioned fashion, but he didn't know Cantonese, hummed popular songs from the mainland, and even brought McDonald's leaflets to write a letter.
He might be a good friend with an ordinary face and a good heart. But nothing is like love.
The origin and transition of love is an unsolved mystery. The mad woman in Sou Shen Ji is willing to turn into sad water for love, the pure fox fairy in Liao Zhai becomes a virtuous wife reading with the scholar at night, and Du Liniang in the Peony Pavilion has become a dead tomb because of lovesickness, as if the world Affectionately responded to the sentence "Love doesn't know where it starts, but it goes deep."
When Li Qiao and Xiaojun said "Long Live Friendship" in their New Year's greetings, they didn't know that the power of silence is the most cutting-edge. The power is even greater than the familiar "I love you". Day by day is not the reason for falling in love, the reason for falling in love is all destiny.
Two strangers, Li Qiao and Xiao Jun, fell into the swamp of love while recuperating from each other's loneliness and loneliness.
Li Qiao is a high-spirited girl. She knows that her purpose in coming to Hong Kong is to become a real Hong Konger. Her perseverance in her dream is better than anything else, so she would rather be a perpetual motion machine, work hard, make money hard, and be afraid of how hard it is, how tired it is, and how dirty it is.
Xiaojun's ideal is to marry Xiaoting one day and let Xiaoting live a good life. He knew that he was not a brave man, at best he worked hard.
The ideal is mountaineering, you know that any mountain has a summit. Dreams are like diving, you slowly go to the bottom of the sea without seeing the end. However, the air also gets thinner and thinner.
Sometimes people who are in the opposite direction are reluctant to admit that in fact, they have the same goal, as if one side compromises for the other side will bury themselves and shatter their bones.
But shouldn't love be a journey of courage?
In the past, I believed that love is a power beyond anything. The most pitiful people in the world are not blind or orphans, but poor people who have no one to love.
Now, I am alone. Occasionally I yearn to teach in the mountains, occasionally dream of wandering the world, or simply earn enough money, or go abroad to study, and sometimes continue to have a dream about love, but it will only become one of the organic components of my life.
My love history is thin and pitiful, and I sometimes wonder if I've ever loved or been loved. I love being a bitter spectator, but hopefully never the one involved.
Unrequited love is a tangled kite string that cannot escape the fetters, but at least there is a free heart.
Maybe it's the parents' fight, maybe it's the intervention of men and women, or the barriers of time, space and geography. There will never be a problem between him and her among the various reasons.
You fall in the purse, I love you, you are incompetent, I love you, you are married, I have a lover, I love you. It is this bitter love that fascinates me.
Li Qiao was humming "Sweet Honey" behind Xiaojun's bicycle. The room number they met every time was 527. She and him met again on the streets of New York. I will remember all this.
Love is a thing that goes back and forth, and the details are left to them to share.
"Yes, I love you more than God." This is how I feel about love.
——Written in typhoon days
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