There was another loud "bang", and Xiao Chengzhuo slammed the door shut.

It was as if he had been hit in the door by a door, and his brain was buzzing......

He collapsed on the bed, and under the pillow was her diary, which accompanied him to sleep night and night, so he never felt that she was leaving......

Reaching in, he touched the texture of the diary cloth, took it out, opened the title page, and the words "I would like to prove that I once loved" came into view, and the content behind it, he didn't dare to read it anymore, those words and sentences, once crushed his heart, he couldn't bear it anymore, and he didn't want to believe it anymore... Da...

This is the second time he has opened this diary, skipping the first two most heart-wrenching sentences and falling into the chapter of her recollection:

I don't think I'll ever forget that day.

In the summer of 1999, I lost everything and followed Uncle Xiao to Beijing. At that time, my heart was like stagnant water, even though the sun was dazzling that day, in my eyes, the sky would always be gloomy.

I deeply understood my role in this family, and I was ready to face everyone in the family, but I never expected to meet such a person......

He was very tall, and when I first met him at the age of sixteen, I stood on tiptoe and didn't know if I could touch his head, because I had never touched it at that time.

He was handsome, with amber eyes, and when there was sunlight, his eyes would have a honey-colored sheen.

He is very naughty and speaks loudly, especially likes to call "sister" loudly, and when he laughs, the whole world comes alive and bright.

That's why I'm so impressed with that day.

He was wearing a tracksuit, spinning a basketball in his hand, and he came into the house, smiled at me, and said to me, "Hi."

At that moment, I didn't see his appearance clearly, because the sun was too dazzling that day, and the luster in his eyes was too dazzling......

Later, I often wondered, when did I fall in love with him?

Was it when he resolutely took me away from Susu's birthday party and told everyone that I was the one he had brought with him?

Was he the one who carried me off the 3,000-meter runway to the infirmary?

Was it when he was with me that night of my illness?

Was it when he bought me a bloodstone with all the money he earned from his first play?

Was it when he stood in my bedroom and said to me with open arms that this is my home?

Or is it when every time I am bullied, he stands up like a hero, protects me under his arm, and then threatens me for not protecting himself?

After every answer was denied by me, I thought that I finally understood that falling in love with him was at that moment, at the moment when he came to me in the sunshine and said "hi", there was no reason, no reason, just because the sound of "the sea", the pair of shining eyes, lit up my gray sky.

Uncle Xiao always said that it was a great blessing in his life that he met me. And I want to say that I met him, which is the luck of my life. Because of him, in my gloomy life, there is always a sun-blessed sky, in my own hidden corner, illuminating and warming my time......

Thank you, where you can't see.

He took a deep breath, and the air was like a sharp blade, whirling in his heart, and the pain was like tearing out his heart......

Who says time is the best medicine? A year has passed, and the pain has not diminished in the slightest, but has increased dramatically every night......

Covering the diary on her face, the past of fourteen years ago appeared so clearly in front of her eyes, she never forgot him who was spinning basketball, how could he have forgotten her who was ugly with thick bangs and big-rimmed glasses?

Fourteen years of the past, bit by bit, he has painted countless with a brush, but he can't draw all of them, how can this little diary be carried?

However, she still decided to read on, to read what their fourteen years were like in her eyes......

This night, he didn't sleep, holding her diary, reading it over and over, those childish, youthful pasts, in her pen, are obviously playful and lovely, but he always reads with tears in his eyes......

In the past years, I couldn't guess her thoughts, she came back from the United States, and gradually guessed the past, and now I read her diary to confirm my guesses, which turned out to be correct......

There are too many pasts between them, and every act she does stems from loving him......

Her sudden departure, her unexpected return, she did not hesitate to agree to his proposal, and she postponed the date of the wedding again and again......

As she wrote in this diary: