I don't think about him very often, but it seems to be an inseparable part of my life.

Maybe this is life, if you have experienced it, you will definitely leave traces.

……

It's late autumn again, and the leaves are colorful.

This place is located in northern Shaanxi, a barren and desolate mountain.

A villager spoke a dialect and ran into a well-groomed farmhouse. "Doctor Su, Doctor Su? There's a girl from the city looking for you! It's outside the village! ”

Su Yinong closed the medical book in his hand, he was stunned, and after thanking the visitor, he got up and walked out in an orderly manner.

But as he walked, he seemed to have some kind of feeling in his heart, and suddenly became more anxious, and finally rushed to the outside of the village.

From a long distance, he saw a girl standing tall under an old locust tree.

She wore long snow-white hair and a long aqua blue dress with a light-colored trench coat over it. There is not only the charm of a mature woman, but also the immaturity of almost youth.

It's strange, no matter how long it has been, no matter how much she has experienced, she is always the same as when she first met.

She heard his footsteps and looked back at him.

The corners of her pale pink lips were raised, and her eyes were full of stars.

Su Yinong looked at her in a daze, reluctant to look away, as if he couldn't see enough.

She walked towards him.

"I have an idea, do you want to hear it?"

He was in a slightly apprehensive mood, an emotion that bordered on flattery.

"What thoughts?" He asked hoarsely.

She tilted her head and smiled at him.

"I've found that I prefer genuine emotion to crazy overdrive. So...... Shall we have another relationship? ”

He pressed his fist to his lips, the corners of his eyes were dyed with a touch of crimson red, and his thin lips were pursed into a straight line, as if he was holding back a certain mood and holding back tears.

"You...... Have you really decided? And before, you really could...... Don't mind? ”

Qi Suya looked at him gently: "I still mind, but I believe even more, you will never do that kind of thing again, right?" So, I want to give each other a chance to start over, maybe the possibilities are endless. ”

He couldn't hold back after all, stepped forward and hugged her, burying his face in her shoulder.

His voice was hoarse and choked.

"Yaya ......"

"Yaya, I'm sorry."

"Yaya, I love you."

She smiled and gently patted his head, "Well, I know. ”

"Don't be sorry later."

"In the future, we will love ourselves less and each other more."

……

Su Yinong's Diary——

We're back together.

Tonight she was peeling oranges and chatting as if chatting. She said that in the past, we were all too selfish, too self-loving, too self-loving, too self-conscious, too much about our feelings, too much self.

I think she's right.

I didn't treat her very well, and I blindly imposed my will on her. I obviously wanted to cherish it, but I didn't cherish it properly.

I have played too many tricks in love, but no one has told me that love cannot be calculated, and it is not love that comes from calculation.

So at that time I decided to let go, because it was clear that she was acting entirely out of a duty or obligation to me, and that my presence became a source of her pain.

She didn't say it, but I knew that because of me, she was very depressed at that time.

To be able to get back together is something that I still don't feel real.

I just want to cherish every day, and she laughs at me for being overly nervous.

I don't think I'm good enough.

But I want to make myself better.

I want to stay with her for a long time, for the rest of my life, for the rest of my life, and I don't want to hurt her in the slightest.

And she's changed.

She would smile and take me for a walk by the river and pick wild fruits in the mountains.

She told me that love is a game, but we are not skilled advanced players, and the end of the level is white-toothed, and we are on the road to clearing the level, and there is still a long time to go......

——

Slag Chu: Su Yinong's outer part is over, and the next Su Nianchu is over.

I want to think about how to write better, I feel that I have a myocardial infarction when I wrote Su Yinong, and I am blue and thin.