~： Luoyu silently returns to Nirvana

－－－－－－－－－－－－－From the book friend "Qinggu"

2010.9.16

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I first saw Lin Luoran in the early summer of that year: plain dress, elegant and standing, black eyes like stars, melon-seeded face, almost beautiful face.

Because of a game, remember this girl.

Goodbye to Lin Luoran, in the midsummer of that year: Qingchen is beautiful, vaguely remembering the loneliness of that master.

I met here because of a barbecue.

After 　　, the following things are of course simple and simple: same school, meet each other, drink with Wang Weiwei, and play basketball together.

Lin Luoran and Su Xiaocan’s lives crossed, and crossed again, until the crisis between the king's father and Lin's father was lifted. Their already tightly entangled lives were slowly melted by Su Can’s time to study in the villa. They looked like friends, but in fact they were confidants.

They can only be confidants, because they were just sixteen at that time, one of them belonged to each other, the other was constantly ambiguous. Their pride and low self-esteem made many afternoons, the girl in the nightdress and the boy holding the book, absent-mindedly chatting about the past and the future, as well as their well-known goodwill.

They can only be confidants, because since then, they have a heart secret but they don't know it, and the other has a heart to chase flowers and butterflies. Their respective families and emotions make many dusks, the girl wearing the headscarf and the boy playing the ball, absent-minded bullfighting and watching the sunset, as well as melancholy in their hearts.

Until, until graduation, adulthood, jumped into the ivory tower, they finally slowly crossed again and paralleled again.

The Qingli girl who came to Shanghai alone, named Lin Luoran, was accompanied by three men and boys in her first eighteen years: her father, Wang Weiwei and the person named Su Xiaocan.

Originally, she was not alone. She had a family that was not prominent but glorious. She had a group of courtyard friends and social parties. She was definitely not alone without friends, but she was conceited without close friends.

Her childhood was spent under the shining of Wang Weiwei. Although she did not understand, she still had a touch of affection; her adolescence was flowed by Su Xiaocan, although she did not confess, she still had a strong affection.

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I want to see, Lin Luoran, who loves and even admires Wang Weiwei, because of the growing age, because of Ye Huishang who can never be compared, because, because I met the expert and lonely Su Xiaocan, because I saw that sadness.

Cheerful Su Xiaocan, because of Su Xiaocan who turned the tide, because of Su Xiaocan who chased his dreams, because of Su Xiaocan who is as inferior, as conceited, and proud as herself—a beautiful girl in pajamas, intoxicated

In a bottle of wine called *** love.

It is a pity, it is a pity that when Su Xiaocan has Cheng Lingshan next to her, the girl is wandering; it is a pity, it is a pity that when Su Xiaocan has Tang Xiaowu in her arms, the girl is palpitating.

Can we only be confidantes after all? Lin Luoran, who was standing at the gate of NTU, thought so.

The long-term depression has blocked the girl's love of love. She is so dazzling, the bright moon in the dim night sky, always standing in the center of the stage. She does not lack dreams, money, persistence, she has his courage to go on.

I just can’t forget Su Xiaocan, even though they have lived separately, even though they have rarely seen each other, and even though they have no thoughts, Lin Luoran always cares about Su Xiaocan, such entanglement, such difficulties, and persistence.

Let's be a confidant, maybe you can only be a friend in the future. Lin Luoran, who saw Su Xiaocan staggering again and again, clenched his hands so thought.

Probably, the girl who is strong and unbeatable, the girl who is as brilliant as jade, and the girl who is beautiful and beautiful, will keep going.

Note, to commemorate Lin Luoran, who is silently red-eyed in the back seat of the bar, and also to commemorate the first love, Nirvana, silent like Lin Luoran.