On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, there was a bunch of stars on the windowsill of the radio station. No one knows where this starry star came from, who gave it to whom, and inadvertently, it exists. He never asked about the origin of the starry sky.

Like a moth, she pounced on the blazing flame.

Even if he was a ball of flame, she would pounce on it, desperate for herself, and shatter her bones.

She starts to appear at the intersection where he has to go, for example, when he goes for a run, she always appears at the other end of the track, and the moment she passes by, she will say: You are here too? He said, "Yes, what a coincidence."

For example, when he went to class, she would pass him around the corner of the stairs. She said, "You're here too?" He said, "Yes, what a coincidence."

For example, when he goes to the cafeteria, she will look at him and smile in the crowd. She said, "You're here too?" He said, "Yes, what a coincidence."

You're a big-headed ghost.

She said to herself.

Even if you are the stupidest fool in the world, the most stupid nerd, you will definitely know, where do so many coincidences come from in life?

Unless it is an intentional arrangement.

One day, she suddenly received a letter, the oldest kind, with a postage stamp on it, and inside was a thin piece of letterhead, with only two short lines of words on the letterhead:

Life and death are broad, and Zicheng said.

Hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son.

During that time, Bei Ziqing dragged the letter every day, reading and reading, so that the letter paper was covered with raw edges, so that he was blurred.

Although many things have happened since then, Bei Ziqing still stubbornly believes that she is no longer a thief with unrequited love, and he used to be sincere to her.

On Christmas Eve, Christmas Eve, Bei Ziqing's mobile phone suddenly vibrated wildly, and she received a total of 365 text messages. She didn't know how he activated his circle of friends so that more than 300 text messages reached her phone exactly the moment the Christmas Eve bell rang, and she was so moved. All the text messages are just a few words: Don't Ziqing, happy first anniversary.

They fell in love.

Hopeless.

Later, he graduated a year before her and was sent to another city for graduate school.

They became in a long-distance relationship.

The distance of time and space can't stop the pace of their love.

I still remember that when he came to pick her up that day, she recognized him in the crowd at a glance. He was dressed simply, a plaid shirt, a solid-color knitted vest, jeans, and the last bit of childishness of the young man was retreated, and the girls around him were whispering. Every time he came to pick her up, she couldn't help the pride in her heart, this time he seemed to look a little better than before, his shoulders were broader, and his posture was more upright.

In the crowd, he looked at her calmly, from afar, waiting for her.

But she felt a strangeness, a strangeness that she had never felt before.

A girl's instinct is sometimes so scary.

Along the way, none of them chattered as before, they were all silent. He had something on his mind, and so did she.

He took her to the house he rented.

When he entered the door, he said, "Don't Ziqing, you sit." ”

When did you become so rusty? She wanted to laugh, but she couldn't. He kept calling her by her full name, and she liked him to do so, but this time, she clearly felt a little strange.

He sat down, too, as if he didn't know where to sit for a moment. He stretched out his arm, grabbed her shoulder lightly, and quickly moved away.

She sensed a strangeness. They are too close, and when there is something in their hearts, the estrangement will be obvious.

He has an extra set of blue and white chair cushions for his sofa chair, the clothes in the wardrobe are neatly folded, there are a few more shopping bags, there are more beautiful switch sets on the switches, and every spice jar in the kitchen is also dressed in colorful clothes, and there is a pair of dolls sitting high on the sofa, one blue and one pink, and they love each other.

These grandiose clues in the room were all slashed in Bie Ziqing's heart.

She lost, to the girl known as Chubby.

She wanted to ask him what was wrong with her.

However, she didn't.

In the war between the two women, she was overwhelmed and defeated without a fight.

Grow old together. It's a promise they once made. But after all, there was no chance.

She didn't contact him again after all.

Only occasionally knew from his friends that he had broken up with Chubby after all.

She also knew that he had been looking for her frantically.

It's just that all of this has changed its taste.

From loving like a thief to vigorous, her love was beautiful and short-lived, but in the end, it was full of scars.

After so many years, there have been dozens and dozens of people pursuing her, but she has never nodded her head.

Her love has been buried in the autumn of 18 years old.

If the heart is dead, it will not be resurrected.

Therefore, until she is 32 years old now, Bei Ziqing still stubbornly chooses to be single.

Rather lack than excess.

This is her attitude towards love.

It's just that, after so many years, the sisters in her dormitory don't know what the boy's name is. Whenever someone asked, she just smiled and never said.

That name is in her blood.

What she never expected was that today, at the friend party of Song Yazhu and Zhang Jiaze, she met him again.