069 Hideka's heart

And what is the relationship between Oh Min Suk and the other "him" in her memory, what stories will happen in Min Suk's life, and how they will end, all of these make her think.

Thinking of that time when she walked through the years from the pages of the book to the person's side, Xiuxiang felt that she must be dreaming. If it's not a dream, how can it be so real. And who can talk to about this kind of doubt?

The wind has left traces, geese have left traces, people have left traces, all the loss will always leave something in the long river of time, and this person seems to be a person who appears out of thin air and disappears out of thin air, who is he? What is he going to do? Where does he come from? Where is he going?

His eyes are the same as Min Shuo, the same as Min Shuo in the photo, they are so clear, his lips seem to be saying something, but his ears are ringing in the ears, she can't hear anything clearly, she can only judge from the shape of his mouth and voice slightly: Wu Min Shuo. However, whether it is these words, now she is also confused, as if someone else planted a seed in her heart, this seed has been germinating and growing, and now it has grown into a towering tree, and the tree is impressively written: Wu Minshuo. But is it these three words, or five words, eight words, who did she ask, the seeds of the year are gone.

"How ridiculous", what I believe is just something as incredible as a legend, and I don't know if what I believe is true, fact, fantasy, or my own fantasies.

Xiuxiang thought, "To find that book, to find that person, to find him, to ask him, why is he in her life", and these thoughts made her feel that the faint hot pain in the crook of her left arm seemed to be being ironed by someone with a soldering iron, she covered her arm with her hand, swept away all the sentimentality, and let herself give herself a big smile, it was time to do something, instead of thinking nonsense.

She opened a book she had with her and read it, called The Lonely Novelist Ten years ago, the novelist Kohei Aoda has been tepid since his debut in the field of writers, and he unfortunately lost his wife, living with his son Xiaochi, it can be said that he has been lonely and nameless, his works almost never sell, and the number of publications is gradually decreasing, and he is experiencing a gradually shrinking economic state, but three years ago he lost the shadow of his wife in a traffic accident and closed the door of love for many years, but ironically he is a novelist who is good at writing about love。 Although I need to take care of my children's daily life, stay up all night to catch up on the manuscript, and beware of the backup momentum around me, I still stick to my original intention - writing novels because I love them.

Xiuxiang feels that this is not easy, this kind of life seems to be her current life, her life has changed from a certain place, and now the goal of life has changed, she doesn't know whether she is right or wrong to be so obsessed with this goal.

Sometimes there are many doors in life, and you don't know which door will take you where.

And how and why such a door appeared, she did not know.

Just like the novelist realized, his work unfortunately failed to be selected for the Naomoto Award, and it was a young writer partner from the same "group" who won the award, and the work was still based on the life of Kohei Aota, but his own work was only shortlisted for the award for the first time. However, as the cover of the book says, "If the dream of ten years ago has not been extinguished, let it burn forever." In the same way, if you stick to the right path, you will definitely reap happiness and satisfaction, and your life may also be better.

No one can guarantee that you will succeed as long as you persevere, and that kind of argument is full of brainwashing, paralyzing our real, rational thinking. However, persistence is a kind of strength, if it is true, persist for a long time, and even you will have a feeling that even if what you do is small and insignificant, it will become right and remarkable, and this is all because persistence is a very terrible thing. If you do it, you really go beyond life. What touched Xiuxiang the most in the novel was that there was a sentence in the book: "The darkest and most desperate time is the time when you are closest to your dreams." You only need to get up one more time. ”

Xiuxiang engraved this sentence deeply into her heart, if everything is moving forward according to its own route, then there must be something different from that starting point, and that turning point is the choice we once made.

Putting one's dreams into action may lead to an eternal end, and even the gods themselves may believe that it is the right path, a silent confession of fate. No godfather can tell you how you can break through the shackles of awakening from a dream and turn into a butterfly in this empire, only you can. Maybe on a small island, you meet your youth in a bookstore, or maybe one night, you meet the past on the street. The dreams that can be retrieved are all seeds full of hope, planting it, nurturing it, guarding it, and waiting for it.

Turning to the last page, Xiuxiang's eyes moistened slightly.