The rest of my life is no longer sad for you

Chapter 1 Preface The saddest love is in the youngest time

Text/Xia Qixi

I finished watching the ending of Gu Baibai's "I Will Never Feel Sad for You for the Rest of My Life" late at night.

After reading it, my heart is full of sadness, for the stubborn Shu Yan, for the awkward but gentle Ning Zechuan, for her and him who are so affectionate but cannot be together for a long time.

The white text is actually not my favorite style.I like spicy, carefree, unscrupulous, desperate feelings.

Bai Bai's writing is very restrained, but the characters she writes always have a kind of persistent courage, like Shu Yan in the text, but also like herself.

I first saw Baibai's essays many years ago, when I was an editor, reviewing manuscripts one by one in the mailbox.

I dragged out the vain manuscripts from the pile of newcomers.I thought her writing was unique and stunning, so I changed her name and put that manuscript in that issue of the magazine.In the issue of the magazine where many old-fashioned magazine authors gathered, she squeezed into the top three of the readers' votes as a newcomer.

It was the only short story written in vain, and she disappeared.

I feel a little pity.After staying in this industry for a long time, I always see some people who are not suitable for writing, but they persevere conscientiously; some people are suitable for writing, but they prefer not to focus on writing.Bai Bai is the latter in my eyes.

She lives her own life, entangled in love and hate in her own little world.

Then one day, she passed by Changsha.She said that Changsha was a strange city to her, but I made her feel attached, because the first article she wrote was sent out from me for readers across the country to read.

We met.I was also a little girl at that time, but she was 19 years old. She was younger than me, with a doll's head and a long skirt.

I really like her.We walked along the Xiangjiang River for a long time, and it seemed that a Kongming lantern was placed.She told me intermittently about her life, her experiences, and the boy she liked.She liked that boy very much, and for that boy she left everything and went to the city where he was, regardless of anything.

She said that she knew there would be no results for them to be together, but she still wanted to try, even if they were not together in the end, she was willing, anyway, she tried her best and would not regret it.

The lights by the Xiangjiang River reflected in her eyes little by little, and the wind by the Xiangjiang River blew her hair away.Looking at her thin and stubborn appearance, I can only wish her well in the end.

Then, so many years passed.

We all grow up.I am no longer the little editor who started out in publishing.I have discovered many new authors, but Bai Bai is just one of my hands, and I even gradually forgot about her.I plan books, write books by myself, quit publishing, come back, prepare my own studio, and live my life as lively as my words.

I don't even remember how long we haven't been in touch with Baibai. Anyway, she is silent in my QQ.

It's just that, one night, I sorted out my things, looked through the magazines and books I had edited, and saw white words in a pile of old books.Looking at the immature but innocent words at that time, I had a whim and left a message on her QQ.

She gets back to me quickly.She said that she has actually been paying attention to me, and she knows everything I do.

I asked her if she was confident in writing again.She said she wanted to try it too.

I stayed in the publishing industry for a long time, and many authors quit and returned in the middle, and the text I wrote was no longer the same as before.

Therefore, although I advised Baibai to write, I don't know if her writing will lose its original style.

I didn't feel relieved until Baibai sent the story to my mailbox and I read Chapter 1.

She is still her, the sincere girl who has not changed even after time has passed.

Later, she changed her name to write again.She said she wanted to bid farewell to the past, and she would be pure and white from now on, so she called her Baibai.

The girl in the editorial department burst into tears reading her book.Xue Jiang said that Bai Bai's novel made her feel sad, but she wanted to name it "No More Sadness".

So, after some discussions among the girls in the editorial department, the title of the book was decided—I will never feel sorry for you for the rest of my life.

This is what I want to say to Baibai.The boy she liked back then has long since left, but after so many years, she still has a bitter heart.She said she could never live a good life again.

I said, no, the rest of my life is a very, very long time, and we will always get through that sad time.

The quietest words have the most touching power.

The saddest love is in the youngest time.

In vain, live the rest of your life well.

(End of this chapter)