"Your idea is really ingenious, how did you come up with it?" Yi Shuihan sighed with a smile.

At first, the notebook appeared out of thin air, and other people's notes were a point of attention.

Everyone will wonder what exactly this is going on and why it's happening!

And when everyone just figured out the general situation, Lu Cheng threw out a more attractive setting.

The other side of this notebook actually sticks out of the space in 2005, when in fact, it is already 2008 at this moment.

It's so clever and unexpected.

Whether it is in the past life or in this life, this setting is easy to be cold and the first time I have seen it!

Lu Cheng smiled humbly: "Some time ago, I was obsessed with books about different dimensions and multidimensional worlds, and I thought of this idea in a flash of inspiration. ”

"That's enough," Yi Shuihan exclaimed: "It's your usual accumulation and heritage that has such a flash of inspiration." ”

Even if Yi Shuihan had already read this script once, when he picked it up again, he was still full of interest.

In the play, Zhao Jiewen discovered this surprising thing, so he replied to Qianqian in his diary with a puzzled face, asking her what age she was.

Qianqian said in her diary: I am here in 2005, I really didn't expect to be able to communicate with people three years later, or a great writer, it really has a wonderful feeling, please don't give up, insist on writing, I will be here with great expectations waiting for your new work.

From here, the story becomes interesting.

This fresh and ingenious setting will undoubtedly attract many people to keep watching.

With Qianqian's encouragement, Zhao Jiewen confidently wrote a brief introduction to his new work.

But the editor-in-chief looked at the title and subject matter and sent him four big words: not interested!

So Zhao Jiewen, who was in a depressed mood, told Qianqian in his diary: There is no new book yet.

As soon as I thought that I might not have that writing talent, I felt so uneasy that I wanted to die, and I doubted my own ability, and I felt that I was not the material for writing books!

Qianqian replied to him: Please don't just say that you want to die, in fact, I didn't mean to hide it from you, I am now sick and hospitalized.

It turned out that Qianqian had a terminal illness and her days were running out.

From here, the plot becomes permeated with a slightly sad, heavy atmosphere.

Zhao Jiewen replied with concern: Qianqian, you must be very painful to take injections and medicines every day, right? You are so strong, compared to these things you have experienced, I feel that I am too embarrassed to die just because I can't write a work.

Qianqian replied in her diary: "Actually, I'm not that strong, but it's amazing enough that I can hear you, so I hope you must keep writing!"

With Qianqian's encouragement, Zhao Jiewen rekindled his confidence in life, and although his books were repeatedly rejected by the publishing house, he no longer had self-doubt.

So Zhao Jiewen replied in his diary: Qianqian, I found a new job, and I may not be able to write, but I promise you that even so, I will not be discouraged, so please you who are struggling with the disease must also work hard and recover your health as soon as possible!

Qianqian sincerely congratulated Zhao Jiewen on finding a new job and a new starting point, but she had no good news to share.

She was in great pain, and the pain of the bone marrow aspirate was making her miserable.

Qianqian said: How I want to live a normal life, I also want to play with friends who are looking for school, and talk about a relationship normally, when I think of this, I regret it, the doctor said that I have one year left in my life.

The thought of imminent death makes the anguish and fear indescribable.

If dying really solves everything, then she is willing to accept it!

I'm sorry I'll probably be on a break from journaling for a while......

When Zhao Jiewen saw Qianqian's diary, his heart was full of thoughts, and he was very worried about her situation.

replied: Qianqian, I don't believe you only have one year left anyway, because I have your encouragement, I can now face difficulties, cherish life, and bravely welcome a new life.

So I also believe that you will definitely be able to recover your health, come on.

A week later, Zhao Jiewen finally waited for Qianqian's reply: September 19th, rain, thank you for encouraging me, in fact, I don't want to believe the fact that I will die soon, how I hope for a miracle. But maybe it's just wishful thinking on my part, please don't give up writing, please help me realize my dreams, it's good to meet you, I have a good memory in the last moments.

Zhao Jiewen replied: "Qianqian, how can you be so pessimistic and say something like "final", I will go to see you tomorrow, for me it is understood, for Qianqian, it is three years later, we have an appointment, we must not forget, I believe that even after three years, Qianqian, you must still be alive! So I will definitely be able to see you, I believe that a miracle will definitely appear."

So, Zhao Jiewen and Qianqian made an appointment to meet on the white bench in the hospital at three o'clock in the afternoon on September 20, 2008!

The next day, in order to meet Qianqian on time, Zhao Jiewen even gave up meeting with the leaders of the publishing house......

He went to the white bench under the big tree and waited patiently. He waited from three o'clock to four o'clock and the girl still did not show up.

So he went to the main desk of the hospital to inquire, and the miracle did not happen, and in this world three years later, this girl does not exist.

Sitting on the white stool, he was silent for a long time......

In the end, Zhao Jiewen opened the diary and wrote: "I saw you today, you are 20 years old and in good spirits, you don't look like you have been sick at all, we talked a lot." ”

He wrote, holding back his sadness and tears.

On that day three years ago, the girl sat on the long board and looked at the words that appeared automatically in the diary.

At the end of writing, Zhao Jiewen's tears dripped on the diary, blurring the last word.

The girl looked at the blurred handwriting in her diary and understood everything, tears silently rolling down her cheeks.

Both of them silently placed their journals in the same place on the bench, and at that moment, two different times came together.

Two people from different time and space came into contact with each other, and in the hazy eyes of tears, both of them saw each other in tears......

Seeing this, Yi Shuihan's eyes couldn't help but moisten, just when the two put down the book in the play, two people from different time and space touched each other's hands, and in the hazy eyes of tears, the two people saw each other and felt each other.

Everybody loves that they can actually sit together, look at each other and smile.

However, for a moment, everything was back to normal.

After that, Zhao Jiewen sat on the bench for a long time, and he suddenly felt that he should write down this story, and the name was "Diary from the Past".

Half a year later, with this book, he became famous again, however, there is no sequel to this book, because in his mind, the story is over.

Occasionally, however, he would sit on a bench in the hospital and wait for a miracle......

(End of chapter)