Say good not to cry. How can I comfort the person standing in front of me. Her every move tugged at my heartstrings.
? There has never been a notification tone for an incoming message. The night will become more solemn with sadness.
The phone turns on, turns off.
I stood there with trembling hands.
Her face is so clear and bright. Fragmentary shadows cast blurred halos.
I tried to take a step closer to her.
She huddled her body, and her tears were like a river breaking its embankment.
I don't want to say sorry words. she is crying. Crying very sad. It's because of me. I know.
I have always liked her.
She is a good girl.
When I graduated from college, I wanted to confess my love to her. I mustered up a lot of courage, and after the crowd left, far away, through the thin mist, I saw another man confess his love to her, and then she blushed shyly, and they hugged each other. I know the ending. He left with a sense of humor.
Five years later, we met again because of a class reunion.
The dusty past opened up my mind.
I haven't forgotten her. Especially when I heard that she was still alone, the love that I never got when I was young was silently revived.
After going around for many years. It's still her.
The light swayed her face. I tried to find the right topic to get closer to her. I wonder if she has changed? I don't know if she has forgotten me.
I stood beside her. The fragrance of her body can be smelled all around.
I mustered up the courage and I suggested to her, why don't we go to the school for a walk?
The voice just fell. Her brow furrowed.
"It's just nostalgia," I explained.
She thought quietly.
My Adam's apple trembled involuntarily.
I don't want to miss such a rare opportunity, knowing that this separation will be very difficult for us. I don't know where she works, and I dare not ask her how her life is doing recently. I was afraid of making her unhappy by saying a wrong word.
She finally nodded in agreement.
We left that boring class reunion. When I walked past the chattering classmates, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
I'm not having a good time. Now is the age of showing off wealth.
I think she should be in the same mood as me. Otherwise, he wouldn't have left so hastily. Back then, she was proud, beautiful, and excellent in studies.
For this party, I am repelled. But thinking she might come, he decided to go.
Sure enough, she came. When I saw her, I just wanted to verify whether she was doing well or not.
But in fact, whether she is doing well or not has nothing to do with me.
It's just A, B, C, D in each other's world. Even if I have not forgotten her, even if I have fantasies, it is only a mirage.
Walking on the noisy street, the once familiar scene is rolling in the memory.
The school is not far away. And everything around the school has emerged in front of my eyes.
I want to hold her hand. Make up for past regrets.
She asked about my recent life intermittently.
I told her that I work in a state-owned enterprise as a salesperson. Ordinary, calm.
She greeted with a smile.
Observing her secretly with squinting eyes, she found that she was still wearing the skirt she wore five years ago. It further confirmed the conjecture that she had a bad life.
"What about you?" I asked.
"Me?" She was a little surprised. He brushed his long hair with his hands. Sadness crept onto her face in an instant.
"Not good?" I joked.
"Well enough."
She is avoiding the question. Simple three words cannot sum up the current living conditions. But she obviously didn't want to continue answering.
She looked sideways at me, you haven't changed at all.
This sentence really excites me.
She still remembers me at that time.
She still remembers.
I always remember.
We walked into the gate of the school. Because the school is on summer vacation, it looks empty and lonely.
It seems like a world away.
Let's talk about the embarrassing things that happened at that time. Speaking of the teacher's appearance, I do part-time jobs in my spare time.
The school is so quiet.
She was walking beside me, within reach, yet felt far away.
Her voice, her face, caused ripples in my heart.
I really want to grab her hand.
I really want to tell her that five years ago, I wanted to confess my love to her but saw her embracing another man.
At the age when you want to fall in love and get married, but you still can't find the person you are in love with.
I could say a lot to her.
For example, the reason I went to this party was because I wanted to meet her.
For example, I've met a lot of girls, but it's hard to get my heart pumping.
The night is already deep.
The cicadas were clamoring everywhere. We stay deep in a secluded garden. The light of the moon sprinkled on the ground, and the light and shadow of the branches swayed back and forth, like a river flowing in my restless heart. My Adam's apple was shaking constantly.
Clench your fists tightly.
Evil thoughts flashed in my mind.
She didn't notice my abnormality. I approach her step by step
In addition to the guard room, there are a few people on duty, and the huge campus is empty. And our location is located in the most imperceptible corner of the campus.
Realize that this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. My heart couldn't help but raised my throat.
I move closer to her.
Trembling hands took hers.
I don't want to hear anything she has to say. Because I know she will reject me. I have only one purpose, and that is to possess her.
My eyes are red. Let her hands struggle in mine.
On the way to the party. Try to imagine many kinds of scenes of meeting her. I figured I wouldn't cry, I wouldn't make things worse.
Whether she is doing well or not. I will be very happy to say words of congratulations to her.
I can't control my desire to possess her.
As time goes by. The love for her for so many years has turned into a deep lovesickness and sorrow.
Whether it is her in the past, her in the dream, or the present are all my unattainable dreams.
In great panic, I licked my lips.
Impulse and reason are struggling. My thoughts rest on the strings like a sword.
I shook my head. Dou Da's sweat kept coming out.
I don't want her to make a sound.
Gather up the courage to kiss her lips.
She has been shouting desperately, what do you want to do? You're crazy, you're a badass.
Yes. I'm mad.
I pushed her against a tree fiercely, and the violent collision with the tree made her make a sound of pain.
She frowned sadly.
I became more and more arrogant. Facing her stubborn resistance and her weakening resistance. Victory is at hand.
So close to her.
For the first time, I sensed her breathing and heartbeat.
Her face was so cold that it was frightening.
Tears rolled down her face.
Drop by drop, it dripped on the back of my hand.
I wanted to rip her clothes off
I want to see what she looks like without clothes on.
I want something I've never had before
But why a heavy sense of guilt filled my heart.
A question circled in my mind.
So what if you get her.
She was just the girl I once loved dearly.
Now we are just the most ordinary passers-by.
Neither of us can give the other the result.
She will not fall in love with me.
I know the answer. But he clings to the unchanging ending.
These five years of separation. I have been floating in career and love. I once longed for a simple, silent and happy love, only to find that my heart has been stuck in place.
Five years have passed without doing anything. I attribute all the grievances that happened to me to her. A person who has long since passed by in my life.
I hate everything around me.
I hate my parents for not giving me a strong family background.
I hate my boss for not giving me a chance to make a difference.
Hate the rise in prices and housing prices.
Hate that other people live more chicly than me
I hated so many people. But never reflected on himself.
Reality gave me a painful blow.
Her shrunken body shook my soul.
I shouldn't be doing this.
I can't hurt her.
Why should this beautiful encounter become a nightmare that she will never get rid of in her life.
There are tears in my eyes.
I cried and said I would not cry. I cried even harder than her.
I let go of her hand and tidied up her clothes. Gently patted her head.
Any explanation seems weak.
Whether intentionally or unintentionally. Never let her forgive me.
We sat on the grass until dawn.
Its daybreak.
We all had swollen eyes from crying.
"I'm sorry." I was finally willing to say it.
She remained silent the whole time. He refused to say a word.
When we walked out of the campus, we separated.
Many years later, I heard some news about her from my classmates.
She was not happy. Going around, always single.
And when I heard this news, my heart did not fluctuate.
Turning around, she said she would not cry, and then shed tears pretending to be affectionate.
The unspoken secret between me and her became the reason for my tears every time.
Although I no longer love her. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com); There are tears in my eyes.
I cried and said I would not cry. I cried even harder than her.
I let go of her hand and tidied up her clothes. Gently patted her head.
Any explanation seems weak.
Whether intentionally or unintentionally. Never let her forgive me.
We sat on the grass until dawn.
Its daybreak.
We all had swollen eyes from crying.
"I'm sorry." I was finally willing to say it.
She remained silent the whole time. He refused to say a word.
When we walked out of the campus, we separated.
Many years later, I heard some news about her from my classmates.
She was not happy. Going around, always single.
And when I heard this news, my heart did not fluctuate.
Turning around, she said she would not cry, and then shed tears pretending to be affectionate.
The unspoken secret between me and her became the reason for my tears every time.
Although I no longer love her. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com