For Yu Zijin, she will eventually grow old, and no one can stop this from happening, not even her love with anyone. From now on, if he continues to age, then it will be silent at first, and then it will progress by leaps and bounds, until one day Lin Mu will also be surprised to see her - the person he loves has become a different look, if he loves her.

They're all going to be different, even though they didn't believe it at first.

A few foreigners she didn't know were stubbornly messing around. Lin Mu is stubbornly striving for the ideals he recognizes. Lao Lin is stubbornly trying to get back the things that belong to the Lin family, although these things are also taken back by the Lin family from others. Zheng Xuan stubbornly wants to take away the "Eighty-Seven Immortal Scrolls". Lu Yinhuan stubbornly wants to live, no matter how old he is. Huang Youhuan stubbornly wants to grasp the secret behind Martin and Martin, he doesn't care how much it costs, in his eyes, except for himself, everyone else is the "price". Vice Minister Lang is stubborn about becoming an authority above ten thousand people under one person, and he has ambitions. Yu Zijin learns to go out when others come home and work while others are sleeping, stubbornly insisting on hypocrisy and pretending to be naïve, but these are all meaningless in the eyes of his father.

Only her heart knew that she had done her best, and she had done her best to promise the teacher, the director, and anyone, and the time was arbitrary and harsh, forcing him to kneel down and beg him. wants to force her to agree, to hand over her youth and life, so that she will be young forever. Indeed, no one has ever seen time grow old. It became a legend in the world, and no one dared to challenge its authority. For the sake of love, people must live young, forever young, but time can be willful, and if the opponent intends to be stubborn to the end - then let the girl he loves, the girl who dances in the morning light of the years, grow old irreversibly.

Yu Zijin called the process of turning himself from young to mature as torture. It's just a process of slowly getting used to the unreasonableness and absurdity of other people's desires, words and deeds. One day, when she finally realized that she did not have the natural instinct to be happy, the pain that had tormented her for so long was gone, and she could never be found again.

"Whatever can't be changed, the weak can only accept it." Yu Zijin is not reconciled, the needs of her opponents are contradictory, ever-changing, and chaotic, and no god has given her eternal peace and eternal happiness. But she has to be strong!

Yu Zijin has neither a good impression nor trust in human nature.

At night, she dreamed of that person again - it was an old man who had been unable to see his face clearly, his hair was completely gray, in the dream Yu Zijin was very surprised, for her, who was this person, herself? Or is it an enemy? If it was herself, she was amazed at the fact that she had aged. In the dream, she reached out to stroke her hair, her eyes full of pity......

In fact, she never knew who that person was. The man was so familiar with her that she would appear almost every night, but she couldn't see or remember what the man looked like—so she never knew who it was.

Nine months ago, he saw a sneaky man at the Green Garden. He didn't see the specific appearance of this person, but he inexplicably felt that these two people were closely related, and even they were the same person. In the dream, the person always followed him, did not speak, just followed him silently. Wherever he went, even if it was to go to the toilet, the man followed like a shadow.

Yu Zijin opened the album of Qin Fangquan's paintings in the bookstore, and when he opened the homepage, there was a photo of him. It stands to reason that Qin Fangquan never put his own photo in the book, but now he doesn't need to ask for his consent. Yu Zijin looked at the face, nose, eyes, lips, and chin in the photo, this person seemed to be familiar, as if he had some kind of connection with him, it felt like he met him when he was seventeen or eighteen years old, but it was impossible to say which kind of connection it was.

Yu Zijin bought those albums and discounted them with a discount card.

She had been reading those books that night, and before dawn broke, the man reappeared.

Yu Zijin was asleep, but strangely enough, she could see that she was asleep. Her soul seemed to be detached from her shell. The soul clinged to her body, flying parallel above the cold bed, her face and the tip of Yu Zijin's nose were close at hand, she floated by, and said softly, "I am Yu Zijin." It was as if Yu Zijin didn't know it was her. Indeed, that flying face did not look like Yu Zijin, as if a portrait drawn by a beginner who was new to sketching, completely out of shape, and the features were not right, but Yu Zijin knew that it was, and there was no one else but her.

This demon had occupied her dreams for years, lingering there.

At this moment, in the afternoon of Ban Buri, in the lazy afternoon when he had just woken up from the night, in the early morning when all the nocturnal wandering gods were sacred, in the early morning when there was no birdsong, no jingle of bicycles, no smell, Yu Zijin thought of him, of Johann Strauss, of their love.

She tried to talk about Mo Ren.

The first thing that should be talked about is not Lin Mu, but Mo Ren.

Mo Ren had a big head on top like a bamboo pole, no, that was a memory from the past, his head didn't look big anymore, like most men who were less than thirty years old, he was fat, not too excessive, but still fat, which made him not look as young as he was when he was a teenager.

This is Yu Zijin's opinion, she knows that people will not think so, he loves her unobtrusive, stammering, emaciated youth - more than anything else.

"I am a gentle person." Mo Ren nodded as he spoke, as if agreeing with his own point of view, and then added, "I'm a writer now. ”

"Yes, that's right, handsome writer."

"Idol writer." He corrected Yu Zijin.

"Known as Nan Xiaolin, North Moren ......" Yu Zijin picked up a copy of "Novel Weekly" on the table and read it to him, his photo was very abrupt in a large number of young and beautiful writers.

"Nonsense!" He snatched the newspaper and threw it aside, "It's total nonsense!" ”

"Aren't you going to be a best-selling author? What's the hurry? Yu Zijin said strangely.

"The best-selling author I'm referring to is Hemingway! Milan Kundera! Besides, Proust counts! ”

"That's what it means."

Yu Zijin felt that he and Mo Ren could write a "Dictionary of Misunderstandings" together, because almost all the questions needed to be redefined and explained before they could talk. They often use the same word at the same time, but have completely different meanings. They fell passionately in love for two years in the midst of this profound misunderstanding, and once vowed never to be separated.

Like most lovers, they don't do what they say.