I really want to write about Xiaoxiao's love, but I don't know where to start.

After all, it's been a long time, fifteen years ago, or to start earlier, this story makes me a little at a loss as a writer. I also promised Xiao that he would write carefully, write well, and write romantic, vivid and lovely. But I'm a little out of words now, and the story is too far away for me to see the dust, let alone catch up, see the whole process clearly, and describe the whole story.

But I'm a writer, a self-styled writer. I don't have any skills to walk the rivers and lakes, so I always have a way to finish this book, and it is to make Xiao Xiao finish this little novel beautifully.

Xiao Xiao was a little unconvinced, she looked at me worriedly, hey, woman, isn't it good to trust more?

Then I'll start it, facts speak louder than words, it's useless to say more, it's better to tell the story in a real way, after all, telling the truth is what I'm good at, and I won't say hypocritical scenes, let alone disdain to learn. Then sit down, prick up your ears, and listen to me tell you about this short, but beautiful and tragic love story.

There are only two people in the story, her and him. It is even said that there is only one person, her. Because I don't know him, and I don't know him, I don't know what kind of version this story would be from his point of view, after all, there are thousands of faces, and the wise see the wise.

I am not a benevolent person, nor a wise man, nor a Xiaoshina, nor a hero, nor a her, nor him, and I can only write this distorted, vague, repaired, altered, fictional, tedious, simple, boring, uninteresting, sad pink story from a literary point of view, from my own tone.

The story is pink, but it's not all pink. Shino's history is not black, but gray. This time, I want to add a little bit of pink to her story, to make her story look lively, cute, and vivid, which is my wish and my selfishness.

After all, Xiaoxiao cooperated with me so much, took out all her experiences and asked me to write about them, and I also wanted to give her some gifts occasionally, such as writing her less miserable than in reality, writing her beautiful and beautiful, writing her gentle and cute, writing her weak and pitiful, writing her less cowardly, not so ordinary, not so miserable, not so easy to bully, not so strong, not so stupid, not so easy to deceive, not so naïve, not so crazy, not so visionless, Not so lonely, not so content, not so boring, not so annoying, not so disliked, not so proud, not so vain, not so unwilling to give in, not so uninteresting, not so self-righteous, not so self-feeling.

I tried my best, I wrote a little Xiao who was so unsuitable for being liked as a character that everyone thought was okay and good, and my efforts in the middle of this can be imagined, and my credit is immeasurable.

So, don't fall in love with such a little Xiao, only I know what she really looks like, let alone fall in love with me as a writer, I don't have any ability, and I'm not good.

If you really want to love, please fall in love with reading, please fall in love with writing, please fall in love with words, please fall in love with poetry, please fall in love with art, please fall in love with kindness, please fall in love with the people around you, please be gentle with everyone you don't know, and share this love with everyone, and share it with everyone.

If you can do this, then I am worthy of my writing, worthy of my dedication, worthy of my hard work, worthy of my description, worthy of my talent, worthy of my arrogance, worthy of my insomnia, worthy of my anxiety, worthy of my eyes, worthy of my cervical vertebrae, worthy of my enemies, worthy of bullets and bullets, worthy of dirty water, worthy of chasing and intercepting, worthy of squatting day and night, worthy of secretly filming and scribbling, worthy of the injustices and injustices I have endured, ignore them, ignore them, and ignore them.

Because I am willing to serve each of you, I am willing to serve each of you, just for your life to be better, only for the air to be fresher, only for the sky to be bluer, only for every tired person to have comfort, only for every sad person to have no tears, just for every person who returns late to see the light, just for every frustrated person is no longer confused, only for every hungry person to have enough to eat, just for every depressed person to see the sun, Only for every broken family to be reunited, only for world peace, only for the prosperity of the country, only for the happiness of the family, only for everyone to be happy, everyone to laugh, everyone to be satisfied, all happy, all dreaming, all pursuing, all struggle, all positive, all motivated, all sober, all become the peak, all stand at the peak, all support each other, look up to each other, help each other, all for you, all for your bright future.

And I never flaunt myself, I only tell my experience, I only tell my story.

Writing here, even I don't know what these have to do with Xiaoxiao's love, maybe it doesn't matter, maybe it has a lot to do with it, because these are all what Xiaoxiao wants, they are all her dreams, they are all her missions, and they are all her tasks.

She has such a big pattern and feelings, so love is not worth mentioning, is it? So you don't need to write this one, do you? If that's the case, Xiao won't agree, and she'll pout her mouth angrily and glare at me, as if to say, I knew you were going to do this!

How can I be so unreliable, I am a writer who does what I say, since I promised Xiaoxiao to write, I must write, and I must write the best, write to the point that no one can write such a singable and crying, such a happy and sad love story, if I get serious, I don't even know how much magic it will be.

Yes, I'm a magician, every text is a prop to match me, you read my books, you read my words, it's very simple, I don't know complex idioms, I don't know advanced truths, I don't know any words, I don't know many idioms, I haven't heard of many idioms, I know very few words, but I know these completely cooperate with me and help me.

I can take repetitive words, repetitive words, repetitive sentences, and use them over and over again, and then turn them into non-repeating poems, non-repeating songs, and non-repeating stories. Awesome, right? It's not that I'm good, it's that the words are good, and sometimes they will be freely combined and matched at will, turning into a genius pen that I am all amazed by. I appreciate them, I respect them, I use them, so they are also very friendly to me, treating me like the great writers of the world, helping me, helping me soar in the literary world, and helping me countless helps.

As you all know, I never boast about myself, I never talk nonsense, every word I say has meaning.

In the process of my chatter, I thought about how to tell Xiaoxiao's love story, how to tell it beautifully, truthfully, vaguely, clearly and implicitly.

I'm going to get started in the next chapter.