Memories are like a rainstorm that is ready to go, and after a thunderclap, it will no longer pour down uncontrollably.

I looked at the dialog box of Lao Mian, and seriously recalled word by word that my youth had long since passed.

Recall, write, and recall...... Just like my vigorous but uneventful first love, in the most brilliant years of my life, I left indelible traces, but in the end I chose to let go, as if nothing had happened.

My first love, my story, here is the best*!

The rest of the story is unbearable, and I don't want to mention it again.

Today, I finally found a catharsis object, although I know that Xu Yifan is not online at the moment, and after he logs in to his account, he will not see anything, but at the moment I seem to be truly pouring out my thoughts, and the depressed mood seems to have lifted the dark clouds and shot into the sun.

Just as I was about to close the computer and go to bed, Lao Mian's avatar suddenly lit up.

Curious old cotton: Why don't you say it all of a sudden, the story isn't over yet, right?

I was shocked: ......!

He, isn't he offline? Isn't his avatar gray all the time?

I stammered: You, you're actually there? And you saw the story I said?

Of course, Lao Mian: Yes, as soon as I went online, I saw you crackling and starting to tell stories, and your habits are really strange, write one, delete one, fortunately, I read a lot of scripts, and read the story fast enough, otherwise I really can't understand your complicated story!

I short-circuited: Aren't you not online? Is it to read my story, deliberately stealthy to lie to me?

I was really not online just now, I was filming, but I suddenly heard your call, so I hurriedly asked the director for leave, and then I saw your news in time. How's that, good for you!

I'm speechless: ......

I watched a joke about me with relish, which is called good for me?

Eager old cotton: Don't go far, what's going on between you and Wen Tao? Tell me quickly, I'm still in a hurry to film!

I beg for mercy: Can I choose not to say it?

If I shoot a TV series one day and broadcast it*, I suddenly say that I won't act anymore and it's over, will you agree as an audience?

I'm defeated: I'm revealing my true feelings here, dare you treat me as a TV series!

Weak-hearted old cotton: No, no, no, I made a mistake, this is your singing and crying first love story, how beautiful and moving, how vigorous, which TV series can have this effect? Okay, let's go on, the director has urged me several times!

I sighed: The story behind it is very simple, Wen Tao worked for half a year, and proposed to break up on our anniversary. The two people who I thought they would never meet again, who would have thought that now he would become the boyfriend of my good friend.

Screaming Lao Mian: This is still called simple! Such a twisting and turning plot is the essence of the story!

I hold my forehead: That's the story, if you are still unsatisfied, you can make up for it yourself, this should be the actor's strength, right?

Helpless old cotton: I'm an actor, not a screenwriter! Forget it, I'm really not available today, I'll give you science another day!

Supplementary Lao Mian: I really can't help you as a pseudo-fan!

"......" pseudo-fans? I don't even seem to be able to call a pseudo-fan!

Lao Mian's avatar disappeared again, and I closed my computer and fell on the bed.

Wen Tao, the boy I thought was more important than anything else, is now officially retiring from the stage of my life. We will become two straight lines compared to one point, and we will have the only intersection in the best years of college, but we are destined to go further and further in our future lives.

Wintao, you have your love. And I, too, will have my life.