On April 11, 2016, Chiba worked hard to write "Sequel, Heartwarming History Revision" from a very objective point of view on the topic of his own heart-warming history.

Heartbeat History I

The following mentioned are:

All that I chose blindly,

or all who choose mine blindly,

or all that I have touched,

or all that might have touched me,

And all the idols to whom I have been classified as "worshipped" in one way or another, although some may not have been said to have only been observed, and those who have not even fantasized are not mentioned here, as it is said in the Grim Reaper, longing is the emotion that is furthest from understanding.

Here's a new definition of the worship of the individual:

Worship: If you feel that something is better in a certain aspect or in several aspects, you can say that you admire it in this aspect, and in other aspects, you may not understand it or hate it.

So it's not all love!

There should be only one person who is in love,

However, joy, anger and sorrow are all love! Commonly known as seven emotions and six desires.

Started rewinding reminiscences......

Since it is only a personal memory from a first-person perspective, the part with a person who is willing to speak and sincere may be the facts or truths of the year; The part with people who are often silent or like to deceive is divided into the worst case and the best case to discuss, but in this selfish society, more than 80% is the worst case, but whether you want to believe in the good is up to you, I have also written two relatively long comprehensive diaries that mention the history of emotions before, one is called "20110701 Bright Starry Sky Pray for Blessings", 46,000 words; One article is called "20160301 If Anyone Asks Me, Have You Been in Love", 14,000 words, but under the influence of being still trapped in it at the time, some personal emotional colors may have been added to it, and this one can be regarded as a relatively concise and objective writing.

Our school is not until the 6th grade can be stayed, my mother saw that I was still relatively young, every day to go to school back and forth for two hours was very hard, so I was in the 5th grade with the village of a senior uncle to live together, the first semester of the dormitory of the 5th grade primary school students are a lot, in the evening in the senior class in the evening self-study, the school is so lively, some in the dark by the light to play ball, some in a small store on the campus with others to watch TV dramas, some get together in the campus to play small games or talk, Some of them watch cartoons or TV together at the teacher's house, such as Avanti and Ultraman, and some play checkers together in the teacher's office...... It was a spectacle and a lively scene, and in the second semester the school may have started charging fees when it saw a lot of people, and the number of people in the evening dropped from many to single digits, and the school was unusually deserted during the evening self-study, and there was a good girl with short hair who had not been heard from since, which was very regrettable.

In the year I repeated the 6th grade, my classmates in the same village encouraged me to say, "Look, all kinds of phenomena show that she likes you, you should go and confess quickly", under his instigation, I thought to myself, well, it is very likely that this is indeed the case, so I bought a few pieces of stationery, and began to write letters on the small hillside opposite the corner of the old and new school building, I don't remember exactly what I wrote, I only remember when I was younger, my aunt often took me to other people's houses in the village to watch TV, and the one that was very impressive was the legend of the new white lady, I seemed to have mentioned the relevant content in the letter or made a relevant analogy with this, I lay on the uphill and began to write the letter, sometimes looking at the blue sky and white clouds, thinking about the appearance of the gods descending to earth, sometimes looking at the opposite hillside in a daze, after writing once I secretly sandwiched into one of her books, I knew that she must have seen it, yes, she must have seen it, she did not hand it over to the head teacher, nor did she say anything to me.