i like you for many years

Chapter 35 Postscript: Let the past go, it's too late to like you again
The first story in this book was written by me in the summer of 2012.It also unexpectedly became the saddest one among all the short stories I have written.

At that time, I was still in the mood of losing all contact with you.

I want to write a story for you, but I am afraid that the people who read it will take the right number and really guess that the hero is you.So, just like many times before, every time I write about the key parts of the plot, I will make slight changes to make myself feel at ease.

The tail of this story, in fact, is a scene that once appeared in my dream.

Later, I wrote a book for you, 10,000+ words.

At the end, I couldn't help but follow this dream.

In fact, when I was writing that book, many times, I made old mistakes again and wanted to do something to whitewash the real ingredients.But I always said to myself: this time is different.When the book is released, maybe one day, you will see it.

I can't let you think that I'm talking nonsense about our youth.

And this may also be the only time in my life that I have the opportunity to let you read my love word for word.

If it weren't for such a silent way, I think you would have gently covered my drunken mouth, and said: Wen Lan, stop talking, if you do this again, we can't even be friends.

When I think of this, I feel sad.

Gu Chaosheng, but I beg you, forgive me for being overwhelmed.

In Beijing in November 2014, as written in the side story, I still threw away my armor and ran to find you regardless.

In the past half of my life, the loneliness and courage I had never had before probably all disappeared little by little on that frosty night in Beijing.

The story may have an ending, but me and you.

Gu Chaosheng, I know you too well, you are not that kind of person.

You never want to drag me into an embarrassing ambiguity, and it is precisely because of this that the years when I loved you deeply are so worth nostalgic for.

They said, this is actually you expressing how much you value me.

Just like that, you once gave hugs to almost every girl who admired you, but when it was my turn, you said, Wen Lan can't do it.

Before "I Heard You Remember Me" was shipped nationwide, I went to the printing factory to sign it, and when I came back, only two sample books came out.One of them, I sent to a good friend who is about to have a birthday, and the other one, I will express it to you.

I still remember that before this, I swore to myself that I would not take the initiative to give you books, and if you want to read it, you can buy it yourself.But I, who was worthless, broke my promise.

On the title page, I wrote five words for you: Hai memory bosom friend.

The express delivery did not disappoint me, you are indeed the first reader of "Heard" in all of China.

Not long after you received the book, you sent a photo and said: wrong.

I clicked to open it, and it turned out to be a heart-wrenching typo.But it seems that I should be grateful for this typo, otherwise, how would I know that you took it so seriously.

Later, you also took the initiative to chat with me about some of the characters, and you asked me if XX was that XXX.I tried my best to look as if nothing happened, and answered you with the simplest words.

Another hour later, you send another photo.You jokingly told me about Fu Xiang—that is, the page where the person you still like deeply appears on this page.

This time, when I clicked on the thumbnail, I was taken aback.

What am I seeing?
I actually saw you folded a corner on this page.

Gu Chaosheng, I wrote a book for you, 10,000+ words; I have loved you for 19 years, but so what.You received my book, and then, on the page where Fu Xiang appeared, you slightly folded a corner.

Don't tell me you just happened to see that page and go to the bathroom.

Or do you see it at all and suddenly can't stand it anymore, her name can affect your emotions?

Gu Chaosheng, can you understand that feeling?
It's like I drew a landscape painting for you, but you said, looking at this landscape, I suddenly think of the girl you once loved.

Would you believe me if I said I wasn't sad at all?

But I feel sorry for you, it's true.

You have your unforgettable memories, and I have mine.

And if it bothers you, I'll put it away.

A few days ago, I saw a book review written by a reader.

She said that there was a line of Lin Xi's favorite that she wanted to give to me: He may not have done anything, or he may have done too much by accident, and he was innocently loved by you.

You have never done anything wrong, and I have no regrets.

Lin Zhilan

2015-4-27
(End of this chapter)