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Chapter 40 Confession (2)

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    At 5:50 tomorrow afternoon, Shu Fu arrived at Jiangbin Park, holding the first rose he bought in his life, like a religious guarding a sacred object, waiting with full expectation, his heart was so excited that there was a wedding band in his heart  The gongs and drums are loud.  I thought proudly that it was finally my turn to present flowers to confess my love and become the leading actor.  In the past, I always foolishly thought that the price of roses was the same as that of some girls, unattainable, so when I bought flowers and paid for them, I asked the flower shop lady in surprise: "No way, it's only three yuan!?"  It's like killing someone with a knife.

    He stood devoutly under a banyan tree, not daring to sit on the stone table next to him, for fear of desecrating the sacred love.  I was so anxious that I looked at my watch several times a minute.  The men and women who came and went looked at Yang Shufu as their duty.  Shu Fu no longer had the shyness and anxiety of yesterday, and the few shyness disappeared, and he met the other party's eyes calmly and happily.

    It was already ten past six, and Xiaoling was still missing.  Shouldn't it be coming?  Then it's all over, such a long road, how can I walk back alone - in fact, the road is not long, and it only takes 20 minutes to walk to the school.  Is this first rose allowed to wither like this?

    Just as I was burning with anxiety, suddenly, far away, Xiaoling came.

    Shufu's heart was immediately as happy as a high school student who waited until the flowers all withered, and finally received the letter of the college admission letter he had dreamed of;  With a smile on his face, he looked extremely troubled, and felt that something was wrong, and the hope and happiness in his heart suddenly shrank like a high school student opening an envelope and discovering that he was not admitted to the university of his dreams.

    But Shufu couldn't stop at this time, he wanted to confess his love first anyway, so he straightened his throat, mustered up the courage, held a rose in his hand, and greeted him happily, and said affectionately but stuttering: "Xiaoling, be my girlfriend."  Well, I will be like an infatuated poet, using colorful and flowery witticisms, praising you day and night, just like artists praise beauty, philosophers praise truth, and fans worship idols."

    It took him a lot of effort to think about this and decide to use it.  For those who are dedicated to pursuing what they once had, courtship and confession are just a routine, and they are often omitted, straight to the point. Of course, you don¡¯t have to worry too much, as long as you can achieve your goal, you don¡¯t have to demand perfection; but for the aesthete who pursues forever  He said that his life is a kind of creation. He wants to carve every second of his life into a work of art, because he knows that every second of his life is unrepeatable and once in a lifetime.  What you say will immediately become unchangeable history, you can¡¯t turn back time, so that you can replace it with a more touching language that you just thought of, and say it again, let alone like a novel script, even if it has been published for ten or eight years, you can still make a bold move.  It was deleted and edited, and it was republished and re-shot after complete plastic surgery.  Therefore, before speaking, you have to think about the words and sentences carefully, and strive to be perfect, so that the memories are romantic and beautiful.

    After reading the love letter, Xiaoling knew that Shufu was going to confess to herself.

    Do you want to agree to him?  Last night because of this matter, she hesitated all night, read the love letter over and over again by the street light where Shufu wrote the love letter, hid in the bed, a moment of elation, a moment of tears streaming down her face, and a moment of laughter  I really want to promise him, but I don't want to drag him down.

    For the sake of love, I should promise him that I will live with him and grow old together.  But his own illness will drag him down, and his parents are already grey-haired and burnt out because of this matter, how can they drag him down again?  Love should not be selfish, if you love him, you should make him happy, otherwise how can it be called love?  Or bear the pain and misfortune by yourself.  She suppressed the pain in her heart with a strong will, folded the love letter as it was, put it back in the envelope, put it in a sealed plastic clip, and hid it at the bottom of the safe, intending to keep it as a permanent treasure.

    The embarrassment is how to refuse him, so as not to lose this friendship.  I'm afraid that after the refusal, I won't even have to be friends - even if I still be friends, it won't be as enjoyable as it is now.  It's best to stop him from speaking, so that each other can understand each other, and maybe they can still communicate as before.  But how is that possible?  Although Shu Fu is introverted, he is a person who dares to love and hate.

    Now, he looked at himself affectionately and full of expectations. What he didn't want to say but had to say, it was time to say it. His heart ached like he was about to say goodbye to life and death. He held back his tears and smiled with difficulty: "  Thank you, but I can¡¯t promise you.¡± There was hope in my heart again, and I thought to myself: I hope he doesn¡¯t think that he rejects him because he doesn¡¯t like him, so he doesn¡¯t care about himself from now on.  You silly boy, usually so smart, you should be able to hear the meaning of "can't", it is not an excuse to comfort you and save face for you, but it is suffering!

    After hearing this, Shu Fu smiled expectantly, and immediately disappeared, as if his soul had come out of his body, surprised?But then I will be sad for several years, I don't think you can bear it either!  You just have to take it, no matter how you take it or how long you take it, okay?  ¡¯ As he spoke, he held the rose in front of her.

    Xiaoling had no choice but to say: "I'm sick to death, then don't forget that you asked me to take it. And I will only take it once and return it to you, otherwise I won't take it." In fact, there is no way  Woolen cloth?

    Shufu nodded happily and said hello.

    She took the roses.

    Shufu waited for her to pick up the rose, then ran forward.  Xiaoling shouted anxiously: "Yang Shufu, how dare you lie to me! Take it quickly, if you don't take it back, I will throw it away."

    Shu Fu smiled slyly in front of him: "The rose is yours now, so you don't need to ask for my opinion on whether to throw it away. Anyway, the rose is so light, so you can hold it for a while." (Remember this website website: www.  hlnovel.com
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