Before the Platonic love, when I heard or saw it, I undoubtedly remembered the deceased Plato, and then wanted the rational he advocated, and remembered his book "The Ideal Country". I felt that the person who was completely untouchable had become the spokesperson of spiritual love, so I was very puzzled.

However, things are not what you see on the surface. The innermost level is actually the word rationality.

Maybe Plato's love is exactly what I want to pursue, why not be sure? Because I look at reality and feel that I am not strong enough.

Her husband passed away and left a large farm with her son. She was both a mother and a father. She was completely a man. What does it matter to live under her hands? From being unfamiliar to being proficient. Hokkaido is a long winter and a short summer day. A woman, alone resisting the severe cold, enduring the heat, and being happy.

His wife borrowed usury and had no money to repay. The funder came to collect the debts and committed suicide by hanging himself. He worked outside and returned home quickly. He died because of his anger and then lived a life of escape.

One rainy night, he lied that he had lost his way and stayed in her cowshed. The next day, he thanked him and left in a hurry. So the two of them untied the rope that would not have any intersection.

A year later, he took the bag he had before and returned to the woman's house again, telling her that she could help with work, hoping to have a place to live and pay at will. She hesitated, but later she agreed.

The two people are the real encounter.

He was hardworking, could fight, and could ride horses. He worked steadily and didn't like to talk. Her son liked this strange uncle who suddenly came to his house. Although she had doubts and puzzled him, it was gradually erased by more and more days.

When she finally stopped being confused, she learned that he was going back and told the reason that he was going back and surrendered. She lowered her head and said nothing, her heart was mixed, and she should be more sad. He and the plainclothes policeman boarded the train, and she appeared on it, implying: Wu Zhihui and I were waiting for you all the time, and then gave me a yellow handkerchief, which was the color of happiness.

The story ends here and it's over.

From beginning to end, I didn't say a word, I like you, nor did I look at each other affectionately and deliberately, glance, help, and save beauty, I just silently recognize and work silently, everything is silently in the air, but it is like a storm. Of course, it is our heart, because of that pure love, it becomes long-lasting, long-lasting, and difficult to let go.

If you can easily get a Platonic love, you won’t have such a feeling. Because it is extremely precious, you yearn for it. Because you want it, you are moved.

Nowadays, even the story of love is like a total lunar eclipse, which is short and hard to come by. It is shaken by many external and internal factors, and is completely denied. Although I have not said it in detail, everyone will understand it. Think about it, even a girl who is still inexperienced in the world understands it, hehe.
Chapter completed!