The only outline of your story in the world

Yonghe is a good friend who grew up together. Yong Yong is fragile and sensitive, and fell in love with the mysterious photographer Ye Zhe at first sight. Mabel seems to be strong, but she holds an unknown heavy secret until one day she meets Xiaoqu ... So, the fates of four people are intertwined ... chanting crazy love, the story in Mabel's heart, Ye Zhe's hidden pain, Xiaoqu's warm guardian, friendship and love, reality and dream, what she missed and gave up was the fate of flowers and dreams, or can she start over?

About pain

Which is more terrible, the sadness you can't get or the pain you lose? If you hadn't come into my life, I might not feel colder after you left.

Life is like a healing process. We are injured, healed, injured again and healed again. Every healing seems to be to meet the next injury.

Too many accidents, too many unspoken words, too many unknowns. In the vast sea of people, each of us has encountered our own confusion and trauma, but we are displaced in God's script.

No matter how beautiful the experience is, it will become a thing of the past, and no matter how deep the sadness is, it will fall on yesterday, just like the time goes by mercilessly.

The world is always bigger than imagined, so be sad.

Maybe you have to despair once to live again.

Grow up, grow up, grow up, these two words are my nightmare and my dream, which always represent illusory beauty.

About friendship

Mabel will hold me like this when I am sad. My ears are close to her chest, and her heartbeat is accompanied by my breathing. I am comforted in this secret and safe world.

Ye Zhe's love is as strong as an undiluted soul. Just smelling it can numb people. But in contrast, Mabel's love is completely different, forbearing, sad and hidden. I can't tell anyone, but I still have to do a lot of things for me.

"With so many things on my mind, Mabel always seems lonely?" Xiaoqu said. I am surprised that Xiaoqu will use the word "loneliness" to describe me. Growing up, no one has ever used these two words to describe me. I hide it so well that I get cocky as if it has nothing to do with loneliness. But only I know in my heart that I am trying to keep a secret, and the loneliness caused by my contempt and uncertainty is too heavy to bear. Only Xiaoqu knows the secret of my loneliness. "Sometimes." I admitted my loneliness. It is strange that admitting this loneliness is not as shameful as I thought.

About loneliness

How lonely a person's heart is can't be seen from the outside.

We try our best to escape loneliness, which is still with us. We try our best to love each other, but we are never less hurt.

We are like children growing up on a desert island. We wandered for a long time before we found each other, and then we never wanted to let go.

Ye Zhe and I are both disabled children. We can share each other's loneliness and see our silent selves hidden in each other's souls.

About love

I chose this road by myself, and then I met him. He said he liked me. Love is so wonderful that people in it are often slow to respond.

Love will make people go through difficulties, love will become a powerful reason, and love will make us no longer feel poor. Love yourself and love yourself. This is the strength that life gives us.

We all have the disability of love. We are like eyes and tears. Without tears, eyes will dry up.

Love is luxury happiness and long-term pain.

We are happy because of love and sad because of love. We grow because of love, but it is difficult to grow.

Loving someone too much may bring pain, regret and deformity, but in this process, we have a kind of mutual appreciation that only we can understand.

Love is a complicated and simple thing. When we love someone, we put too much enthusiasm into it, and finally it is ourselves that burns.

Everyone hides his confusion about life and digests the pain alone, but he still has to pretend to smile for the person he loves and continue to give the other person the courage to go on.

He loves me so much that he can tell me the heaviest secret in his life, and he can vent all his vulnerability in front of me. I used to think that was the meaning of living, just like breathing oxygen.