To You, My Beloved

Gu Qingcheng had not recovered from Tang Shi's sudden words. Tang Shi, who was standing side by side with her, suddenly took a step forward and knelt on one knee in front of her.

Gu Qingcheng's eyes suddenly opened to their maximum size. He looked at Tang Shi and opened his mouth in surprise. He quickly stretched out his hand to pull Tang Shi to stand up, but suddenly he heard someone shout loudly: Look at the Capital Hotel. big screen……

Gu Qingcheng raised her head subconsciously and saw a photo of her and Tang Shi when they were young appearing on the big screen of the Capital Hotel.

At that time, the pixels of cameras were not as high as they are now. When the photos were enlarged and placed on a big screen, they looked a little blurry.

In the photo, she has just learned to walk. She has two ponytails, her eyes are wide open, and she is grinning silly.

Tang Shi, who was three years older than her, was wearing a small blue suit and a red bow tie. He had a childish face like a young adult and looked at the camera without even bothering to raise his eyelids, showing a disdainful attitude.

The two photos were side by side on the big screen and stayed still for nearly thirty seconds. Then, under the special effects, they turned into butterflies one after another, dancing and floating. Finally, they swirled and turned into a picture. A photo of Qingcheng and Tang Shi at a banquet when they were children.

As this group photo spun out, a beautiful and gentle prelude music suddenly sounded in the sky above the street.

The group photo rotated until it reached its maximum position, then stopped, and then Jiang Meiqi's unique gentle female voice sounded warmly: How much youth is left in my hands, how much longing is still there, how much suffering...

As Jiang Meiqi sang, more childhood photos of Gu Qingcheng and Tang Shi appeared one by one.

Occasionally cleaning a used comb leaves behind the lines of time. I hope everything goes well in your world...

Tang Shi and Gu Qingcheng in the photo were getting older. When the photo of Gu Qingcheng blowing out candles on his sixth birthday was played on the big screen, a layer of fog gradually appeared on the big screen, making the photo no longer clear. , above the mist, a line of clear and powerful fonts with flying dragons and phoenixes slowly floated out.

That font was very familiar to Gu Qingcheng. It was the handwriting of Tang Dynasty.

In 1990, you were the angel who suddenly broke into my life.

In 1991, I knew your name was Gu Qingcheng.

In 1992, you called me Brother Tang Shi.

In 1993, you became a part of my life.

In 1994, you were an annoying and heartwarming follower.

In 1995, I became your primary school senior.

As the next line of words appeared, the color of the previous line began to fade. Until the sentence 1995 appeared, Jiang Meiqi's singing voice suddenly disappeared, and what appeared was the clear and crisp intonation of the Tang Dynasty: From 1991 to 1995, At that time, we didn’t understand love yet, but you occupied my entire childhood.”

After Tang Shi finished speaking, the big screen suddenly went dark. Three seconds later, Jiang Meiqi's singing sounded again, and what appeared on the screen again were photos of Gu Qingcheng and Tang Shi when they were young.

When I think of your smile, I have no intention of re-reading the love letter from that year. Time goes by, youth grows old, and the beauty of knowing each other that I can't go back shines on the yellowed letter paper.