My name is Liu Zheng, because the night my mother gave birth to me, she dreamed of a stray kite. Have you ever lost a kite? I lost many kites when I was a child, and I don't know where they flew to in the end."
"Yes."
"Did you find it back?"
"I found it, but I couldn't pick it up."
"Why?"
Why? Why? She couldn't figure out why she couldn't find it back after finding it. When she finally understood, she lost her very important kite. She found it, but she really couldn't pick it up again.
Everyone has a starlight in their heart, and occasionally, on a lonely night, it will light up the vague and scattered memories.
Ruan Liu Zheng's heart flows with a galaxy.
It belongs to a man with broken starlight flowing in his eyes like the Milky Way.
He never smiles, and the wrinkles between his eyebrows seem to be engraved on his forehead from birth.
A white shirt is always clean and smooth, and there are always two pens in the pocket of the white shirt.
When he took out the pen to write, his eyelids drooped and his eyelashes were very long.
He had a pair of beautiful hands, but his fingers were as cold as a scalpel, probably because he had been holding a scalpel for many years.
He didn't like to talk, and he would say a few words occasionally, but he never spoke loudly, like the stream flowing calmly in the starlight on a cold night, the sound could be heard, but it was cold and indifferent.
She spent many years loving him, and many more years forgetting him.
Later, time gradually blurred his appearance. She stood under the starry sky in a foreign land and tried to recall it, but it seemed that she could no longer piece together his specific appearance. She only remembered the starlight in his eyes, which was very bright and very cold.
She used to think that forgetting was not such a difficult thing. Later, when he said to her, "Liu Zheng, forget me," she realized that some people could not be forgotten even if they spent their entire lives. What
flows away is time, but the starlight is as eternal as ever.
Even if the meteor falls, she is the only one left with deep love.
"Your name is Liu Zheng?"
"Yes... yes..."
"I heard that you like me?"
"Well... yes... I... but..."
"Then let's get married."
"Oh. Okay... ah?"
The story starts here, and where does it end?
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This is Xiang Xiang's story. Jixiang hesitated for a long time to write this story. Among the many male protagonists I have written, Xiang Xiang is the pain in my heart. Because it hurts too much, I am a little afraid to write it, but because it is my pain, I can't help but give myself an explanation, so in the end, I still started writing. I know that many people are waiting for Xiang Xiang like Jixiang, and some people don't know who Xiang Xiang is. There is a prequel to Xiang Xiang, and this is the sequel. The people who have been waiting for Xiang Xiang, he is here. I'll occupy a pit first, and "The Wind From the South" will end and start.
