In the sun, the shining and beautiful sugar paper was moored in the palm of my hand for a long time before it was picked up by the person in front of him.
Chi Xueyan looked at He Qiao and took the wrinkled sugar paper, but instead of throwing it into the garbage bag, he left it in his palm.
He asked, "Why don't you throw it away?"
He Qiao said, "It's the first candy you took, and you should collect it."
So Chi Xueyan looked at him for a while, smiled and looked away, and said nothing more.
He has recognized love, but now is not the best time to announce it.
In the past life, Chi Xueyan was very picky about many things. Except for three meals a day, he never asked for beauty and joy beyond the worldly standards, whether to people or things.
God seemed to favor him and was willing to generously realize his every picky wish, so he spent more than 20 years of splendour and luck.
The first time he tried to go bungee jumping, he saw the most beautiful world when he fell.
When trying to love for the first time, you should also write the best confession before the psalm unfolds.
This is a psychological activity that the secret love object does not need to know.
He just needs to wait.
This period of waiting will not be long, because Chi Xueyan has always been a very straightforward person.
Before formally mentioning love, he has something he wants to solve completely.
--The novel that made him and He Qiao enter into an agreed marriage.
The cleaning was officially over, and the two went out together to lose the garbage bags.
After being taught by the cold wind, and then returning to the warm room, a kind of happiness unique to winter surged up.
There is also a slightly false surprise.
Chi Xueyan and He Qiao passed by the kitchen, as if they didn't find that the original in the pond was coming until now.
When Han Zhenzhen heard the movement, she immediately took the spatula from her husband's hand, and then explained as if nothing had happened, "Aunt Ling is off today. Your father is coming to eat and help me."
Chi Xueyan felt that the occasional nonsense was probably inherited from his mother.
In order to avoid being found, Han Zhenzhen quickly changed the topic and randomly grabbed a lucky vegetable on the kitchen table that suddenly became the focus of attention.
"By the way, I've never seen this kind of dish before. It looks strange, but the reviews say it tastes good."
She said and praised her son's other half very sincerely: "That APP is quite good to buy things, the ions are also cute, and there are different decorations for different festivals."
In the shopping bag casually placed on the ground, familiar is printed with familiar ogones, three small seedlings with childish lines, and now there are more New Year's decorations.
At Christmas, the three small trees in the icon put on red and white hats one by one. Now that the Spring Festival is approaching, the big red blessing characters are pasted on the trees in advance, which is quite festive.
Even though the topic changed very clearly and naturally, Chi Xueyan still had to remind his mother who was chatting with a spatula.
His tone was also very sincere: "Mom, take a look at the pot. It's smoking."
"..."
Han Zhenzhen immediately couldn't care about the two of them and hurriedly turned around to ask for help: "Lao Chi! It's smoking!!"
Lao Chi, who was also in a hurry, quickly picked up a bowl and rushed to the pool, and hurriedly unscrewed the faucet: "Add water and water!"
"Oh, oh, oh, did you add too much?"
"...It seems so, but it doesn't matter. It will burn dry after a while."
It sounds reasonable, and I think there is something wrong.
Han Zhenzhen was silent for a second, feeling that the top priority was to drive away the onlookers first: "Did you two clean up? I'll wash some fruit for you. Go outside and have a rest. Let's watch TV.
Looking at the scene in front of him, it was He Qiao's turn to stop talking.
Forget it, there is a chestnut sandwich anyway.
The two obediently returned to the living room and let the two elders toss and turn in the kitchen.
Chi Xueyan turned on the TV casually and sighed, "I hope I can eat that bowl of strange dishes at night."
Instead of seeing it lying in the trash can in black.
He Qiao thought about it seriously: "If it's a simple stir-fry, it shouldn't be too bad."
Chi Xueyan dispelled his fantasy: "My mother will definitely choose a complicated way."
So He Qiao restrained his evaluation of Aunt Han, the master of eyes, and promised, "If you want to eat, I will cook it for you tomorrow."
Chi Xueyan said with a smile: "Do you want to put it in the sandwich instead of lettuce?"
"...I didn't expect this kind of practice." He Qiao said honestly, "You can have a try."
Chi Xueyan thought that the chestnut sandwich that lived in his imagination became more and more strange.
He likes this kind of weirdness.
Because it only concerns each other.
Although the two of them may not be able to eat it tonight, this rare vegetable from a remote area can appear on countless ordinary people's tables, which is directly related to them.
This is the newly launched feature section of the Three Trees Application, which covers a series of rare but unique novel products on the market, which has attracted a lot of attention.
Back a long time ago, this application was not called Three Trees, which should have been a failed project that was about to be eliminated by the market.
It was Chi Xueyan who "saved" the disappointed entrepreneurs and put up a new name for the application.
And Heqiao really implemented the "rescue" and led the project to a broader road.
The butterfly flapped its wings gently, setting off a storm in the distant future.
There are many beautiful things in the world, but because they appear in an inappropriate position and are not discovered by the people who should love it the most, they can only rot alone in the end.
So now, rare vegetables are returned to the table, new equipment is put into the farmland, and everything goes the right way.
Everything is due to the appearance of butterflies.
There is no butterfly that a third person knows.
The kitchen was full of noise, and the TV broadcasted the right amount of lively background sound. In the most daily atmosphere, Chi Xueyan decided to mention the novel to He Qiao for the last time.
Start with three trees.
He looked at the people around him and said, "During this period, you have run your business well."
Whether it is Wanjia Media, which was taken over from He Xiao, or Ye Qing Company, which participated in investment decision-making, the former's works are frequent, and the latter is developing rapidly.
The thin word lucky can no longer explain everything in front of us.
As biological parents, He Huaili and Sheng Xiaoyue are of course more willing to believe that their son's innate business talent has been brought into play, and his seriousness and diligence in the past few months have also been seen by everyone.
"He Qiao" is just a naive personality. In fact, like his brother, he more or less inherits the calm and delicate part of his father's character, as well as tenacity and intelligence, which is indeed naturally suitable for business.
And the influence of the romantic enthusiasm in his mother's genes on him just balances the possible excessive caution, making his temperament more suitable for the advertising industry that requires some adventure and creativity.
As for the Three Trees APP, which is growing explosively in installed capacity today, it has always been operated by Ye Qing's own team. The biggest credit of He Qiao is that he accidentally met Ye Qing, who was at a low point at that time, and introduced him to He Huaili.
His ability and good luck have shaped his current achievements together.
This is a perfect logic in the eyes of the parents who are proud of their son, and there will be no doubt about it.
He Xiao, the only one who will not be proud of him, is on the contrary, and he will definitely notice something strange.
It's not like the "Heqiao" a few months ago.
At that time, although he was smart, he had no ambition and no interest in doing business. Usually, he just soaked with his rich second-generation friends, played games, and had fun. He lived a relaxed but mediocre life, which was a day that only the lucky one born with a golden spoon could have.
Other relatives and friends all feel that sudden love and marriage have changed Heqiao.
But He Xiao decided from the beginning that this hasty marriage was just an unequal game.
The wayward and strong Chi Xueyan dominates Heqiao, who is unilaterally infatuated with him, which will inevitably bring misfortune to the latter sooner or later, and it is by no means a particularly complete happiness and success like now.
Therefore, He Xiao must have doubted in his heart.
At the same time, Chi Xueyan found that He Qiao no longer deliberately covered up his behavior as before.
He no longer uses the name of love to wrap his career ambitions. For example, because of a joke from his lover, he handed his father's business card to a depressed entrepreneur who didn't know the details.
Now, on the contrary, he secretly treasures love in the name of his career.
Chi Xueyan remembered what Han Zhenzhen had said before, and then asked, "You only told your parents this time that the billboard was set up because the company was planning a publicity campaign?"
He Qiao nodded gently: "It's enough for you to see it."
So you don't have to try to prove it loudly to others.
This is more like love.
It is also like paving the way step by step before breaking free from the bondage.
Chi Xueyan sighed and said, "I guess you are about to retaliate him."
It was better to think about it earlier, and the fairest way is to retaliat for tooth.
He Qiao did not deny it: "Well, say goodbye to the old and welcome the new."
That is, it will be completed before the new year officially comes.
Han Zhenzhen and Chi Zhongyuan have been planning this couple's New Year's Eve after more than 20 years apart. For the first time, they can play without their son, and they are likely to travel abroad.
Therefore, if nothing happens, Chi Xueyan will spend the Spring Festival with He Qiao and his family.
Thinking of this, He Qiao added, "It should be very calm and won't ruin your mood for the Spring Festival."
Listening to his serious tone, Chi Xueyan couldn't help laughing: "Do you want me to be with you then?"
He is quite looking forward to it.
He Qiao looked into his eyes: "If you want."
Chi Xueyan replied lightly, "Well, I do."
There is always a strange tacit understanding between them.
He Qiao chose to say goodbye to the biggest depression on "He Qiao" before the New Year.
The same is true for Chi Xueyan.
In the kitchen not far away, the couple were shoulder to shoulder, stubbornly groping for the fire and seasoning, vowing to make a decent table of good dishes.
He could hear Han Zhenzhen's laughter and complaints from time to time.
It was a familiar voice that had accompanied him for more than 20 years. Even if he listened to it from afar, it was still nostalgic.
Mom seems to be the most special word in the world.
No matter how old her son is, she always remembers to buy a bag of his favorite sugar fried chestnuts to go home.
The fire in the fireplace swayed, and the long warmth lasted.
For Chi Xueyan, there is only one incomplete part left in the unfinished story.
So he thought for a while before whispering, "I don't want to know anything else in the book anymore. It doesn't matter."
"There is only one plot, and I want to know the exact details of what happened."
He paused and asked, "When did Lu Siyi's mother have an accident?"
This is a "background story" that is not very important for romance novels. In theory, it will not be described in detail, and the specific time and place will not be written.
But he thought He Qiao should know.
Chi Xueyan guessed that the villain who silently fell in love with the entourage behind him, since he told "He Qiao" about the photos of love, he should also have told him the details of hatred.
If it were him, he would say it.
Because these are the two secrets located at the extreme of "Chi Xueyan"'s life, they should be buried in their hearts. Once one of them is mentioned to someone, the other can no longer be kept.
The former represents the "I love you" that is happening.
The latter represents the past "I don't love him" and "I was not that bad as before".
It's all words that can only be told to loved ones.
The only person I love.
The only person who doesn't want him to misunderstand himself.
"Chi Xueyan" wanted to tell "He Qiao" that he was never a person who would do anything for love. He didn't do anything in the accident that no one wanted to see.
Later, the reason why he was entangled with "Lu Siyi" for a long time was not love, but anger, anger after the misinterpretation of kindness, and the paranoia after the disappointment of sincerity.
Unfortunately, the "Heqiao" in the story does not seem to understand the most core part of these secrets - love.
Chi Xueyan felt sad about this.
There is also a hint of subtle happiness.
There is at least one gentle part of the novel, which is sad enough for the villains.
"He Qiao" doesn't know how "Chi Xueyan" died.
So today's He Qiao doesn't know, and today's Chi Xueyan doesn't know either.
He thinks it's good.
At the same time, looking at it calmly from the perspective of an outsider at this moment, Chi Xueyan guessed that it might be a particularly special time, so it made "Lu Siyi", who was inherently stubborn, lose his mind more and more, and made the conjecture that later induced a series of errors.
In this world, he met Lu Siyi in August.
If, like in the original story, Chi Xueyan, who has been chasing him unilaterally but has not received a response after a few months of acquaintance, should also feel annoyed and simply let go.
But the accident happened to happen, and since then, everyone's fate has been changed by mistake.
That's probably this period, around the Spring Festival, when the family should have been reunited.
Chi Xueyan's reasoning is always correct.
After a short silence, He Qiao answered him in a low voice, "In the morning of two weeks later."
He saw Chi Xueyan lowering his eyes, as if he was thinking about something, so he asked, "Do you need me to go with you?"
Similar questions, different questioners.
Chi Xueyan stared at He Qiao's eyes and shook his head: "I'll handle it. Just tell me the specific details."
This matter has nothing to do with Heqiao.
It has nothing to do with "Heqiao".
That's his farewell to the old and welcome the new.
After that, it was to completely say goodbye to the sighing novel and face the life in front of me without any worries.
It makes people want to cherish the life.
Now he has not embarked on the single-hearted road, but he truly understands the extreme cruelty of fate all the way.
It seems to be a kind of luck.
The luck that has always been favored by heaven.
Chi Xueyan and He Qiao quickly ended the conversation about the novel.
Because Han Zhenzhen finally couldn't help asking for help outside the court, she, like her son, couldn't give up the strange-looking dish, hoping that it would get an elegant and decent ending in He Qiao's hands.
The sun melts into dusk, and the dusk condenses into dusk.
There are thousands of lights outside the window, and there is dinner for four people under the lights.
This is not the best dinner Heqiao has ever had, but it may be the most unforgettable.
Not only because of the chestnuts and sugar paper before dinner, but also because of the conversation and laughter at dinner.
It's also because of everything that happened after this dinner.
After Han Zhenzhen and Chi Zhongyuan visited their married life and left with satisfaction, the master bedroom was not resto its empty and lonely appearance.
In the cloakroom of the master bedroom, which is intertwined with a sense of chaos and order, the appearance deliberately created on the day of the cleaning is basically maintained. Chi Xueyan seems to be too lazy to toss again and only takes away a few of the clothes he usually wear.
On his bedside table, there are still three things in place.
TV remote control, tissue box, and empty transparent vase.
It's a new vase that Chi Xueyan recently bought from the bedside table in his room.
He went back to his bedroom to live as usual, but did not take the brand-new vase with him.
I haven't bought flowers for a long time.
Maybe I forgot, or maybe I haven't found the flower I like yet.
In the two weeks slowly passing, He Qiao occasionally went into the master bedroom to get something, and always saw the transparent vase shining beautifully in the sun and the colorful ceramic candy box on the opposite cabinet.
Like Chi Xueyan, he did not move all the things, but only took some commonly used items.
The vase is waiting for the flowers, and the bedroom is waiting for the owner.
He waited for Chi Xueyan to finish what he wanted to do.
Waiting for an ending is happiness.
The night before that day came, Chi Xueyan went to the bathroom in the master bedroom to take a bath. The bathtub was full of water at the right temperature.
Before closing the door, he said good night to He Qiao in an ordinary tone.
He Qiao also whispered, "Good night."
The warm yellow light in the bathroom made his hair color very soft, an almost transparent softness.
And He Qiao turned around and left the master bedroom with dim lights as usual.
When he passed by the bed, he subconsciously looked at the increasingly familiar bedside table.
The light silver moonlight bathes in the empty beautiful vase.
Outside the glass window of the winter night, a fluttering butterfly flew lightly.
It passed through similar and different windows, roaming in the sometimes dark and sometimes colorful night.
Under the flashing neon lights, the glass doors keep opening and closing, and young customers flock to this old bar that has been open for many years to enjoy different nights.
The bar owner, who has always liked to chat with guests, seems to have something to do today. He is sitting behind the bar, staring at the mobile phone screen and scratching his hair.
The word fortune-telling that Wang Shaojing never wanted to hear in his life never again appeared in front of him again.
Chi Xueyan, who recently had a fight with the fortune teller, entrusted him to do another thing.
In fact, it's very simple and not troublesome, but it sounds very outrageous.
It's similar to the dynamic of posting a sensational article in Moments, but it's more confusing.
Wang Shaojing even doubted what performance art this old friend, who often made amazing moves, was doing.
Because he knew that Chi Xueyan didn't believe in fate at all before, let alone fortune-telling.
And Wang Shaojing also didn't believe it.
The more guests he saw who were drunk or in tears, the more he did not believe in fate.
He felt that everyone's fate was almost broken, but the degree of the crack was larging.
Life is the first time. It's too easy to make mistakes and get hurt. Sometimes, you will retract your hand when you feel pain. Sometimes, you will make more and more mistakes unconsciously, until it is difficult to recover.
It's not so much a mysterious fate as a choice within reach.
For example, Wang Shaojing chose to promise to do this small favor.
Because he can't do anything about his old friends.
The bar owner, full of confusion, sent a message to the guest whose name was unknown so far, so he noted as a "graduate student who is not interested in horror movies".
[SCA Bar-Wang: Mom, the area of Jianshe Road has been closed recently, and it has been dug in a mess everywhere. If you go shopping tomorrow morning, don't go there to save trouble. Can you save me some snacks?]
After sending this message that the bull's head was not right, Wang Shaojing couldn't help but pour himself a glass of wine to calm down.
Chi Xueyan gave him an incommegnsible message, and his tone was retouched by his own habits.
...He has never done such a strange thing in his life.
Instead, it looks interesting.
As a bar owner who is full of all living things, he always accepts strange things more.
What does this news mean to that graduate student?
He didn't know, because he was really confused when he read this passage, and almost wanted to study cryptography temporarily.
But Wang Shaojing would rather believe that it is meaningful.
Even if it is a confusing performance art, it is also a kind of meaning.
An hour later, he finally waited for the other party's reply.
[Graduate students who are not interested in horror movies:?]
Receiving this cold question mark, Wang Shaojing was relieved for a long time.
Chi Xueyan told him to make sure that the other party saw the news.
He was finally able to take the last step: to play the round in a pompous and clumsy way.
[SCA Bar-Wang: Oh, my God, why did I send it wrong! I want to send it to my mother.]
[SCA Bar-Wang: Sorry, sorry, ignore me, don't mind!]
Then, he skillfully sent out a string of "Excuse me" kowtow emojis.
Finally, send a screenshot of this nonsensical chat conversation to Chi Xueyan to announce the end of work.
Chi Xueyan thanked him, and then followed him, and also sent a string of "disturbed" emojis.
Wang Shaojing smiled and told him not to forget to watch the band performance in two days.
The last activity before the bar closs during the Spring Festival.
After gathering with new and old friends, Wang Shaojing is going home for a long Spring Festival.
Of course, his mother won't go to Jianshe Road to buy vegetables. She is in her hometown.
The old couple began to prepare for the New Year's Eve dinner more than half a month in advance.
When I think of the dishes on the table, I feel strangely greedy.
After finishing the work, Wang Shaojing put away his mobile phone, hid behind the bar and ate a bag of snacks. Then he got up and greeted the familiar or strange guests with a smile.
"Yo, I'm here. I haven't seen you for a long time."
In the bar full of sound waves, the lights above people's heads are dimly flashing.
In the corridor of the silent experimental building, the window in front of it let out the only bright light.
The young student passed by the room and couldn't help reaching out and knocking on the door. He leaned out and greeted the people inside: "Haven't you left yet?"
When he looked in, he felt strange that Lao Lu, who had always been isolated from entertainment, was actually looking at his mobile phone.
Lu Siyi turned his head and said in response, "I'm ready to go."
He had completed the schedule planned for today. When he was about to leave the experimental building and return to the dormitory, he found a strange message on his mobile phone.
The other party explained that it was sent by mistake.
It is common to send the message to the wrong person. Lu Siyi would not have cared, but there was a place name he was very familiar with in that message.
A familiar classmate asked him, "Let's go together. What are you doing standing?"
He said, "Call me."
Although his mother doesn't go to Jianshe Road to buy vegetables, there is a hospital nearby. She has to pass through this road every morning to take care of her husband.
As the winter vacation approaches, the progress of the project is particularly tight. Lu Siyi has not left school for a while.
So in fact, he doesn't know whether the construction road has been closed recently, and whether the road has been dug in a mess.
However, he still called his mother to remind her to start another way tomorrow.
In the noisy noise of the cigarette machine, she said okay, I got it. When will you have time to go home for dinner?
The laboratory is very busy, but Lu Siyi said, tomorrow.
The mother's voice suddenly smiled and said, "Are you done with school? Then I'm going to buy vegetables and flowers tomorrow morning--"
Put a bunch on the tea table at home and take it to the hospital.
Lu Siyi turned off the light in the laboratory and walked out with his friends while answering the phone.
He is going to college in his local area, not far from home.
He has never left the city since his father couldn't leave the hospital bed.
On the way back to the dormitory, Lu Siyi, who was taciturn, listened to his mother's words and was a little distracted.
He is thinking that he will get up early to go to the laboratory tomorrow, finish the task in advance, and then go home for dinner.
And, after hanging up the phone later, how to reply to the wrong message, and the full screen of "Excuse me" expression.
He is ready to reply: It doesn't main.
One more thank you.
Although the bar owner who only had a chance of fate just sent the wrong message, he didn't know why he was thanking him.
But he still wants to say thank you.
In the lively campus at night, the warm yellow road lights lengthen the staggered figures.
The butterfly flew from the long night into the day.
The swirling illusion hovered over the city, blowing an invisible wind.
The morning sunlight was bright, shining on the workers who were working at high altitude on the scaffolding, which was dazzling.
Soon, they were shocked and woke up by a worker who almost stepped on the air and fell.
The person next to him was almost scared to death by this scene, and he said angrily, "Can you fucking concentrate!"
The young man who was being scolded turned pale and did not dare to refute. He held the rope tied to his body tightly with his hands.
Although there was a safety rope, nothing should have happened, but he was still scared, and his already heavy sleepiness suddenly faded away.
There was a ball game last night, which was the last big game before the Spring Festival.
He knew that he shouldn't stay up late to watch it, and he had to start work early the next morning.
But the game was particularly exciting. He couldn't help staying up almost all night and drinking some beer.
I was so sleepy that I was so sleepy that I was dizzy just now.
When I came back to my senses, half of my body was already hanging in the air.
After a while, the young man finally calmed down his violent palpitations. He looked at the streets that were people coming and going below, and couldn't help tying the safety rope on his body a little tighter.
He felt that he was lucky enough to buy a lottery ticket after work in the evening.
If the old rope had been changed a few days ago, it would have broken, and the consequences would be unimaginable.
Fortunately, many safety equipment on the construction site are newly replaced, which is the most sturdy and easy to use.
The foreman here is very stingy. Unless it really can't be used, he will make do and continue to use it.
Therefore, this batch of new equipment was not bought. It was given free of charge after on-site inspection by a company that specializes in doing these some time ago, and it was given to many construction sites.
Maybe it is cooperation with the government or other departments.
What company is it from?
He didn't remember it all of a sudden.
The cold sweat behind me gradually disappeared.
I can't think about it. I'm working.
In a word, he is lucky today, and he can't mess around like this in the future.
The figure working at high altitude was dropped on the ground by the sunlight and rubbed with the leaves and branches moved by the wind, which was obviously extinguished.
At the entrance of this road, the ground is covered with mottled shadows.
In the wave of people and cars, a gentle-looking middle-aged woman riding a bicycle was about to habitually turn into the street when she suddenly remembered something.
Immediately, she turned the front of the car and drove to another road.
The sudden reminder made a smile appear on her face.
A plain and happy smile.
The stranger standing on the street corner watched her leave quietly.
The sun fell on the crimson hair.
He watched her pass by the danger, rode a bicycle with a smile, and went to the hospital to take care of her vegetative husband, just like every day in the past.
The new year is coming, and there is a bouquet of beautiful flowers in the basket.
The melodious pop music was playing in the shops that had opened on the street.
It is a masterpiece of a popular singer recently, with a unique voice "Close".
"...Get close to you from the farthest place."
Traffic lights change and alternate, and occasionally horns sound. Pedestrians are in a hurry, and vehicles are driving forward.
Everyone is getting close to the destination in their hearts.
The streets and life were as calm as usual, and no accidents happened.
Therefore, Chi Xueyan breathed a sigh of relief gently and swit the strange back disappear, and the petals trembled in the wind.
The butterfly flew past the flower.
The silent storm and the changed fate.
He indirectly changed Duan Ruo's fate and Lu Siyi's fate.
Everyone's life has written a new paragraph.
More beautiful paragraphs.
If he is really a villain who has hurt the protagonist in some time and space, is it a kind of salvation now?
Redempt the self he had never seen before.
--Let everything go to the right path and say goodbye to the lonely decay.
In those intertwined dark lights and staggered foreshadowing of fate, Chi Xueyan could not describe her mood at the moment.
I just suddenly want to hear the voice of He Qiao.
The appearance of the sound cannot be described in words. The only way to cash out when you miss it is to listen.
He stood on the sunny corner of the street, listened to the moving melody from the store's speaker, and called He Qiao.
Every time He Qiao answered his phone, he answered the phone quickly, so in that very short moment, Chi Xueyan only had time to think of one thing.
He knew that in the following days, he would slowly forget the plot of the book, just like forgetting the names of some unimportant people.
Because there are more important things to keep in mind.
The waiting sound dissipated immediately, and a familiar breath and a familiar environmental background noise surged from the other end of the phone.
Chi Xueyan often has an inexplicable opening line: "What flower do you like best?"
He Qiao also often accepts without surprise: "Rose."
Then he said consciously, "I'm waiting for you at home. What's wrong?"
Chi Xueyan answered him seriously, with a soft tone that is rare in ordinary life, and a narrative fairy-tale tone.
It's like talking to an adult guest who is seeing a doctor for the first time.
It's like continuing a fairy tale that is too late.
"I went on an adventure alone. Now that the adventure is over, I want to buy a bouquet of flowers and take it home."