This city, commemorates our most beautiful brush past, rounds your most beautiful ending

  But I hope all of you who read this will like Yan Xiang's articles and fall in love with the female lead, Su Mengliang.

  Every word, every sentence is the result of Yan Xue's careful writing, whether good or bad, it is all Yan Xue's heart and soul.

  Also hope that relatives who find resonance in the text can leave a message, so that Yan Xiang can improve.

  Explanation.

  Isn't it true that everyone has had a crush on such a young man at some point, and their mood would be influenced by his every word and action?

  Are all unrequited loves doomed to be endless and unbearable?

  It's better to take a risk and die trying than to sit here waiting for death.

  That past of mine, I've thought about it so much so much

  Among the tens of thousands of people I love and who love me, it's hard to find one who is truly suitable.

  Think back to those lovers we met in our youth, so passionate and all-consuming.

  So many years of desolation and decay, vows as dry as withered stone.

  How many people can walk to the end, and how many people hold hands with their children, truly fulfilling those vows.

  The heroine Su Mocheng has a helpless love, that kind of struggling and wandering but unable to express the pain and oppression that is pressing down on her heart for the male lead.

  She would smile and push her loved one towards the one he loves, but turn around to wipe away tears and lick the wounds that are hard to heal.

  She would silently pay out a lot, but never speak of it, until the end, and only stubbornly say "Yes, I'm just that kind of despicable girl."

  Although some things are just a word from someone and all efforts will be in vain, all emotions will be completely lost.

  She still will be a bit silly and stubbornly insist, until she is covered in scars and wounds, but won't forget to say "I wish you happiness"

  Years later, I suddenly looked back and found that the one I loved had been quietly guarding me from behind, with a faint smile on his lips. Sorry, this time it's my turn to hurt you.

  The heroine is a prototype of many girls, strong and fragile at the same time, with some contradictions.

  She didn't dare to let go and love him openly, but instead expressed her love for him in her own unique way.

  We are all just children who have been exiled by our memories, stranded on the unrealistic sandy beach of palpitations.

  Yearn for love, long for love, yet fear love, because we know that not every romance has a fairy tale ending of beauty and happiness.

  I just hope that all emotions can be entrusted to words and draw a perfect full stop for my most beautiful heart.

  He who is called him, in the days that follow, looking back, will he also think of the one who brushed past him in the crowd.

  So-called youth, will it also gradually be forgotten and even forgotten as time goes by?

  Can that initial heart-stirring, most beautiful brush of shoulders be woven into the most beautiful words? Can it be splashed with delicate and magnificent ink?

  Here, draw a paper of sorrow, paint a true sincerity, outline every unrequited love girl's bitter heart move.

  Here, we mourn the loss of our innocence and commemorate our most tender first loves.

  Here, every real story, every fleeting illusion, every understated grandeur, accompanied by a hint of melancholy, rounds out your most sincere ending.

  "The City in the Backlight of Late Summer" is dedicated to you. ——by Mo Yan Xiu.

  "Dedicated with passion: 'The City in the Backlight of Late Summer'."

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