At that time, she was a girl who loved writing poems and daydreaming, blooming in the campus like a snow lotus - elegant and lively, with flowers flying everywhere she looked. But her heart remained silent until he appeared.
Spring in the south, the rain is always so long-lasting. And she and his blue-checkered umbrella were the most flavorful touches in this ink-painting-like misty rain.
Throughout the rainy spring, she was drunk in the fragrant love. Like Alice falling into Wonderland, the raindrops touched her pure face, her eyes were as crystal clear as water droplets on green leaves. She raised her head coquettishly and asked: "What will our future be like?"
He answered: "You'll be holding a fragrant baby by the door waiting for me to come back, and there will be delicious food on the table..."
He didn't notice that her bright eyes dimmed instantly.
She said: "But I still want to write books."
He laughed innocently: "Little fool, I want a gentle good wife, not a writer."
There was a faint sound in the cold air, it was the sound of porcelain breaking, no, it was her heart, that proud and fragile young heart.
"Then, you go find a good girl who knows how to cook." She was resolute beyond his expectations. He waited for her at the dormitory entrance all night, looking haggard and dispirited, but she ignored him. He sent a long letter of repentance through someone else, but she didn't open it. Until graduation, she really didn't forgive him. Love in youth was so pure and unwilling to forgive.
Her book, along with her name, became a legend in the literary world, that was ten years later.
Invited by the TV station, she came to his city for an interview program. The elegant and wise female writer didn't talk about literature - her collections were already placed one by one in the bookstore, who hadn't read them? She appeared on screen in the grandest manner, with her three-year-old daughter in her arms like a fragrant flower. She spoke calmly about the ways of married life, early childhood education, even room decoration, and finally gave a live demonstration of cooking art, which was indeed a feast for the senses.
The her on TV was a perfect woman who had both a happy family and outstanding career, her eyes as clear as before. She didn't know if he was watching, with his little woman who knew how to cook.
Late at night, she returned to the hotel, and his call came in.
"You're truly remarkable," he said sincerely.
Her heart ached slightly. Ten years of effort, was it really just to prove to him: a girl who loves writing can also become a good wife?
The sweetness and pain of the past have long turned into the ashes of time. On the dazzling stage, it was her solo performance from beginning to end. And the person who once mattered so much has eventually become a distant audience - clapping, smiling, then leaving.
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