Postscript

Then, please forgive me, for I often borrow those known and unknown little stories that we have shared with each other

I would like to dedicate this story to all my friends around me

I love them and hope they find happiness

It is precisely for this reason that I have written the first half in such detail and without weariness, to the extent that many extraneous details had to be deleted during publication. Because it is a vivid story, I wish to replicate it with my own pen while I still have the passion. Although it remains pale and fragile compared to real life

She said, "Oh," and then added, "Actually, it doesn't resemble it very much."

Regardless of the story of the peach blossom flowing water, whether it is about Shi Youyou or Jin Zhiyuan, they both blend elements of reality from their surroundings and the small materials that occur within this little circle. For instance, the murder game, the trip to Huangshan, and even the tedious self-study. Whenever I think back on these moments, I can't help but smile.

I said it is someone.

The various embarrassing incidents, sharp-tongued remarks, and the joy of gossip are akin to what someone said one evening: "Goodness, we can talk about this until we are eighty!"

How could it be like this

Everyone's youth is worth commemorating

It seems that everyone has a youthful sentiment

If a story can evoke even a trace of reminiscence, then that would be wonderful

Our story, so interesting and beautiful, if not written down, perhaps one day, it will truly be forgotten

A friend once asked me: "Who is the prototype of Youyou?"

Some people capture their youth through photographs, and when they grow old, they flip through them and suddenly feel that their bright eyes and white teeth were once there. I am fortunate to have this opportunity to share the stories of my youth. Perhaps when I am old and gray, I can open the yellowed pages of a book and still have the chance to recall the warmth and impulsiveness of my younger days

However, standing at the end of youth like I am, youth seems like a gentle breeze, fleeting and elusive. Thus, unable to escape the common ways, I cannot help but want to grasp it, to gently inhale its essence, and from countless memories, I have distilled this story.

Only after regaining my senses did I realize that she is not just one person, but rather resembles all the girls I know and have around me. Each of them always harbors hope and brightness in their hearts

It is precisely because of this that I have been entangled in the latter part; I know that my youth is nearing its end, and reality is fierce and cruel. Thus, the world I create with my pen is merely my solitary imagination. It exists tenaciously, simply because we still harbor beautiful wishes and persistence deep within our hearts. For instance, the love that time has not eroded, and the happy ending that brings joy to all.

Our youth is worthy of commemoration

Thus, the so-called youth is something everyone possesses; it is very trendy and also quite pretentious