Do you know any of the saddest secret love stories? – What?
I fell in love with him for seven years, and he encouraged his roommate to come after me in order not to make a mistake.
He texted me, “My roommate likes you for two years, you can try him. I’m sorry.
Later, I was with his roommate, and he came up to me, and he said, “Did you make that chocolate box?” I’m sorry.
I remembered that I had told him that the chocolate I made was only for him.
My heart was blessed to know that it was rejected.
When I met at the water bar, I dressed myself up.
After all, it’s a good opportunity for me to take advantage of it.
The music was soft in the water bar, and I stood at the door of the water bar, and far away I saw the depth of the greeting not alone, and he was sitting next to him in Limman, opposite him in his roommate’s Tsing Creek.
His eyelashes bended the radians of the moon’s teeth, his lips were raised gently, his eyes were bright, and he spoke with Limman in a gentle manner.
My eyes were dim, my heart sank at the moment, and he saw me standing at the door, and he smiled at me, and the eyes were filled with joy from Limman.
I don’t understand. Didn’t Limman say no to him?
Why are they together?
I comfort myself, and maybe they just can’t make it, become friends, and I still have a chance.
I walked over there with only one seat left next to Tsing Creek.
And I sat beside him, red on the face of Tsing Creek, with a slight expression, and with great zeal.
I looked across the street and laughed, and I said, “What am I doing here?” I’m sorry.
His gentle eyes swept the face of Limman, and he dropped his coffee, and his bare hands held him in his hand, and he turned to me and said, “Just call you to come and clarify our relationship with Manman. I’ve always been a friend and a friend, right? I’m sorry.
My eyes swept through their hands, but I saw the depths moving quite naturally, and then their handshake position turned into ten fingers.
Their eyes were empty and their eyes were filled with sweet smiles, as if they were a young couple who had just fallen in love.
I’ve had my heart pumped so hard, I’ve seen it, I’ve seen it, even if I’m stupid, they’re together.
And I put up with the pain of my heart, and I had the pain of pulling out the mouth and smiling, and I said, “Of course.” I’m sorry.
My eyes looked at my face, and his eyelashes bended, and a bright smile was drawn in his dark eyes, and he directed his mouth at Limmanu, and said, “Look, I’m not lying to you. I’m really just a good friend and a good friend.” I’m sorry.
Looking at him so strongly and explaining our relationship to his loved ones, and looking at Limman for such an explanation, opening his mouth and showing a happy smile, I am suddenly in a particularly awkward position.
I loved him for seven years. He was the light of my entire student age. I never stopped chasing him, but in his eyes we were just friends.
And when I saw them as sweet as I could hear my heart breaking, it took me seven years to build, and he was the only one who could enter the city and collapse.
Two.
The waiter brought me a cup of lemon tea, sitting next to me in the middle of nowhere, and suddenly he looked at me and said, “I got you a lemon tea. I’m sorry.
I took a look at him, and I couldn’t figure out how he knew I liked lemon tea.
Although I know Tsinghu is a deep roommate, we’re not very close, but I’m sure every time I see Tsinghu, he has a red face, face and movement, which is particularly stressful.
And We set up Tsinghu in the presence of a greeting, and We said to him: “It is too bad that your roommate, Tsing Creek, who is grown-up and shy of his face. I’m sorry.
And it was nothing but a smile, without heart, and said, “What the hell do you care? Shall I introduce you? I’m sorry.
I was in the middle of it, and I moved on to something else.
And he laughed, and while I was sitting opposite him, his eyes were in the dark, but not my shadow.
He looked at Tsing Creek and said, “He asked me about your preferences…”
After that, I picked my eyebrow, even if I understood what he meant.
He’s insinuating that Tsingbrook likes me.
“Do you understand what LIM Manman likes to talk about? I’m sorry.
“No, I’ve contacted a lot of my former classmates and my best friend at Lulu High School.” I’m sorry.
And when I heard that, my God was so slow that just a few days ago, my best friend in high school, silk, texted me, and she said, “Congratulations, seven years later, and finally, I’ve been chasing after you.” I’m sorry.
I asked her, “What are you talking about?” I haven’t lost my mind yet. I’m sorry.
“No way! He sent me a text message in the middle of the night, and made a long list, all asking for your preference. He must have liked you! I’m sorry.
I was really excited, and I thought I was going to wait for the poignant, but it was just a ridiculous owl.
Sing Creek took a deep breath, and then he had the courage to look at me and look at me and say, “Well, I like you for a long time, can you be me? I’m sorry.
When Sing Creek spoke, the greeting went down on the other side, and he picked up his coffee and sipped it, and then he turned his head and looked at the Limman who was around and smiled, and his eyes were extremely gentle.
I looked at Scorpion Creek, and I saw his face red, bright eyes full of anticipation, and my nervous hands were shaking and I was waiting for my answer.
And We held my heart tight, and at that moment, lo and behold, he said: O good! I’m sorry.
On the other side, the smile in his eyes is slightly stagnating, replacing it with a blemish, but for a moment the smile in his eyes is back to normal.
Sing Creek looked at me with his eyes full of incredible eyes: “You… You promised me? I’m sorry.
“Well, yes. I’m sorry.
And he turned to him and said, “Thank you, thank you, but if you had not encouraged me, I would not have known when I would have had the courage to speak with you.” I’m sorry.
I was surprised to see the depth of my greeting, and at that moment I finally realized that the deep heart had never liked me at all.
He encouraged Tsingbrook to come after me in order to keep him from misunderstanding, even though he didn’t spare any effort to help Tsing Creek to find my preferences.
On the other side, Limman took deep arms, and she laughed, “We agreed to go to the movies, and they’re about to start, and we should go. I’m sorry.
“Well, it’s time to go.” I’m sorry.
Then Lin Manman smiled at me and Tsinghu, and said: “Congratulations, have a good conversation, and I went to the movies first. I’m sorry.
They were already gone, but they didn’t go out for a few steps, and they suddenly turned back.
He had a slight smile on his face, which means he looked at me with a vague look, as if he had some guilt in me and as if he was blessed.
And he went to Tsing Creek, and he took a picture of Tsing Creek’s shoulder, and he said, “You are so lucky!” Take care of her!”
“She’s my girlfriend now, and I’m sure she’s nice.” I’m sorry.
I took a sip of lemon tea on the table, and today’s lemon tea may be broken, but it smells sour, but it’s bitter.
3
Soon after, Tsinghu said he wanted to thank Shigeo for helping us both, so he wanted to have dinner with his girlfriend.
Sing Creek found a Korean barbecue shop near the school to take us to the barbecue, and I tried to persuade him to move, but I didn’t say anything.
I had an unexpected look at the barbecue, and I remember having asked him for a barbecue, but he said to me, “I hate to go to the barbecue places, every time I eat it, it smells like soot.” I’m sorry.
When Limman came in, he said, “I love meat, especially barbecue, but I haven’t baked it. I smell the scent. I’m sorry.
He stood by her, and his tender eyes followed her closely, filled with sweet smiles.
I realized that he would come to the barbecue because of Limmanman, and it was almost clear to me that, while he hated the smell of the barbecue, he would have been happy to go with someone he liked.
My heart was sore and sour and sour until the meat from the grill began to come out.” After the sound, I slowly returned.
And when the first plate of bouquets was cooked, Tsinghu rushed and put a few pieces of meat into my plate, and he laughed at me, “Eat first, I’ll bake some more.” I’m sorry.
On the other side, Limman looked at me with envy and said, “It’s good for you to talk about Lulu, Tsingbrook!” I’m sorry.
And yet her mouth was raised in depth, softly, and his eyes washed the flesh from my plate, and his eyes were a little light, and his lips were covered in a smile, as if it were a sarcasm and contempt.
He stretches out his hand and lays a clean and clean piece of raw vegetables on the plate, then he puts a roasted swab on the swab, and then carefully brushes the sauce on the meat, wraps it up completely, and then pushes the plate to Limmanman.
His eyebrows turned, his eyes looked softly at Limman and his long fingers were withdrawn from the edge of the plate.
Limman keeps his mouth shut, full of sweet faces.
“I know you like to eat barbecue, and I’ve been planning this before.” I’m sorry.
Limman ate a few of them with determination, and when it came to light, he said, “This is the smell, it’s delicious! I’m sorry.
And when he looked at her, his eyes were full of love, and he laughed, “I’ll wrap some more for you, eat first.” I’m sorry.
Limman was really a barbecuer, and when she ate her meat, she had her eyes polished and sweated for a while, and she was white and pretty. At that point, she had a thin sweatball on her nostrils, all of which were oily, but it didn’t look so bad in her mouth.
He said, “You can’t eat slowly, and no one will rob you. Look at you, you can eat your face with a roast.” I’m sorry.
After that, he took a paper towel, rubbing the sweat on the tip of his nose, and rubbing the bruises on her mouth. His face seemed hopeless, but he was condoning her.
I’ve never seen her like this before, and apparently he’s really different.
And behold, there was also an extra piece of raw meat on my plate, and I turned my head blindly and looked at the brook, and saw him laugh in his mouth, and he said, “Taste it, and I will give you extra pieces.” I’m sorry.
And I smiled, and then I looked at the way that the toast to the roasted sauce was done, and then he took a look at me, and then he took it back, and I stunned, and I felt that it was only my fault to just take a look at me.
When we got out of the barbecue, it was dark, and on the way back, Tsing Creek said we were going to buy water, and I offered to go with him.
When we went back after the water and went back to Manman, we saw them standing under a tree, with Limman down on his waist, with his head down and his toes on his feet, with no one kissing.
I looked at the scene, and I couldn’t wait to see it, and the tears fell.
It’s like I’ve been stung by a knife and then again, and I’m in pain.
The Zeng Creek gleaned at me, and it flashed in its eyes, but quickly recovered.
And he went up and helped me with his tall body, and then he looked at me with his tenderest and brightest smile, and said, “I’m coming to the final exam, let’s go to the library tomorrow, and I can help you take your seat earlier.” I’m sorry.
I looked at him in the wrong eyes, and touched the look that he expected, and I nodded my head in a light place, and I said, “Okay.” I’m sorry.
He opened his mouth and showed a row of big white teeth, so don’t laugh.
Sometimes people’s feelings are really amazing, and the night before, I saw a romantic kiss with Limman under the tree, sad, but suddenly my heart didn’t feel the pain when I survived that sad night.
4
When I was with Tsing Creek, I realized that Tsing Creek wasn’t really red. He was just being careful in front of me.
That weekend, we had an appointment to go to the library, where he helped me take my place early in the morning.
Our dormitory was close to the library side door, and when I went to the library, I went straight to the library side door, and I saw Tsing Creek talking to a girl at the side door.
I don’t know that girl, but she looks pretty at first sight, but she doesn’t look so good.
She says, “Why reject me?” Even if you don’t accept me, can’t you be friends? I’m sorry.
I was in a coma, and I was calm, and although I spent some time with Tsing Creek, it was a long way from saying that I felt like him.
Despite the fact that one of the girls confessed to him, the eyes of Tsing Creek didn’t blink, and the look on his face was even more apathy, as it was a rejection of people thousands of miles away.
He said to the girl, “I already have a girlfriend. If she knew that I was friends with a girl I had made known to me, she would be unhappy, and I did not want her to be unhappy.” I’m sorry.
So I stood not far away, and the words of Tsing Creek fell into my ears with clarity and clarity, and my heart moved like a calm lake, and I was thrown at a small, but powerful rock, and then lifted a growing wave.
The girl was crying like a golden bean in Tsing Creek, with a big one falling down, but Tsing Creek was always faceless.
In the end, the girl ran away from me in the direction where she came to me, and turned around and saw me, and his face turned and his eye turned, and his eye looked in a clear and bright light, and just a moment later he was afraid that I was mistaken, and he scratched his head with his hand, he was dazzled, and the whole person was embarrassed.
I laughed towards him, and then I reached out and grabbed his arm, saying that it was the first time that I had taken his arm on my own initiative, that his eyes were wide open, that he had a red-happiness on his cheeks, and that the whole person looked dumb and stupid.
I laughed at him and said, “Let’s go. The final exam is only a week away. I’m sorry.
He was so stupid that I dragged him into the library, and when he reacted, he couldn’t stop talking, he tried to laugh, but he was in the library, and he kept holding it, and he didn’t dare to laugh.
5
I don’t know what He said that day after I went back from the library to the dormitory.
But that night, I was asleep and I was woken up by a text message sent in deep.
He said, ‘Tsimbrook has fallen in love with you for two years, so try.’ I’m sorry.
I looked at the text from him in the sleep, and my head was a little confused and not responding.
Then he sent a second text message, and he said, “I hope you’re with him in good faith, not because of other reasons, or because you’re obstinate.” I’m sorry.
After reading the second text message, my head came back to me.
What do you mean, what’s the other reason, what’s the gamble?
And suddenly I was laughing, and he knew that I liked him, so he thought I was gambling with him.
I returned a text message to him, and when I edited the text, I was not in a very calm mood, and I was thinking about the look of Sing Creek from time to time, and I felt my heart burned.
I said to Ha, “You’re mistaken, I just think that I’m a sophomore, I’ve never been in love before, and now I’m in love. It’s just a good time for Tsing Creek to appear.” I’m sorry.
After the text message came in, I saw the deep state being entered, so I sent a text message: “It’s not too early. Go to sleep. Don’t worry about me. I’m fine with Tsing Creek. I’m going to sleep. Bye. I’m sorry.
After a moment, he sent me a text, “Well, good night.” I’m sorry.
And when I saw the word “good night” suddenly, I said, “Good night” between a man and a woman, and it was said that there was a blurry relationship.
I used to say good night to him, but I hid a little bit of care from him, but every time he returned to me, he was a hard “88” or no response.
I certainly don’t feel like there’s something else about “good night” all of a sudden. I’ve been through this before, and I left my phone behind, closed my eyes and slept all night.
Six.
I was studying with Tsing Creek every day at the library, and our relationship was also evolving so fast.
It was 9:00 the night before the exam when we came out of the library.
I’m holding my hand in Tsing Creek, and I’ve got a red face, and I’m saying, “We’ve got two hours before the dormitory closes, so let’s stop wandering. I’m sorry.
It was summer, it was hot, even though I had a final exam the next day, but I thought I was good at that time, and I was confident in the exam, and I said yes.
He kept holding my hand while he was walking and chatting with me, and after we had gone a little bit, he saw a milk and tea shop not far away, so he let loose our hands, which were already sweaty and wet, and said, “Wait a minute.” I’m sorry.
He went to the milk and tea shop and bought me a strawberry yogurt and a peach watermelon.
And when he came over and handed me strawberry yogurt, he said, “The milk is made of tea and alkaline, and it’s easy to get insomnia at night. I thought you liked it. I’m sorry.
He just walked a little, and there was already a line of sweat on his forehead, and I laughed and took a wet towel out of my bag, and I took it out and handed it to him: “Sweat the sweat.” I’m sorry.
He took the towels and sweated, and I had a cold, cold strawberry yogurt down my head, and I always remembered that the yogurt that night was so strange that it smelled of honey.
After a while, I saw him sweating down his neck, and then I took a wet towel with his hand and rubbed his sweat on his neck. He stopped and looked at me, and his throat was rolling back and forth, and his eyes were getting warmer.
I took my hand away in haste, and he grabbed my wrist, and said, “Swipe me again.” I’m sorry.
I slit my lips, and I felt that something was fermenting, and my heart was beating more and more quickly, and the air that I breathed became sweet.
And when I helped him wipe the sweat off his neck, I grabbed my hand, my cheek was burning, and the rest of the light saw his throat rolling a few times.
Thin Creek is nothing better than me, and his tight hands are shaking, looking at my eyes, it’s super hot.
His tongue was as if he had a concussion, some words were incomprehensible, and he stammered, and he said, “That I you can you…”
For half a day, he was in a hurry: “No, it’s me, can I kiss you?” I’m sorry.
I look down, I feel like my heart’s about to come out, and I’m nervously biting on my lips, and my cheeks are all red.
And when I did not speak, he pushed his lips, and he took great courage to say, “If you do not speak, I will take you for granted.” I’m sorry.
And when he had finished, he held me in his arms with a hand that was shaking, and then downed his head, so soft and fast that he fell a kiss on my lips, and then he let me loose in a panic.
In that moment, I felt as if my lips were electrocuted, so numb, so soft and so soft, so wonderful.
And suddenly a man came forth, and he pulled me out of the arms of Tsimbrook, and struck him with a fist.
I turned my head and looked at it, and I saw it dark and dark, and his eyes were covered with shadows, and his eyes were dark, and he looked at Tsing Creek, and he said, “What are you doing?” I’m sorry.
7
After being punched in a deep blow, he could not help but say he was punched in the face.
When I reacted, I rushed to separate them.
I looked at him and asked him, “Haku, ask yourself, what are you doing?” I’m sorry.
He looked at me with a particularly incomprehensible look, and he looked in the eyes with an unknown look, as if I had done something special to him.
I said to him, “Thing Creek is my boyfriend. We just did one thing in love. I’m sorry.
I looked at him with my eyes full of horror and panic. I looked at him with my eyes frowning, but I thought it was so strange. What happened to him?
Sing Creek held my hand by its side, cold eyes swept through the deep face and a sarcasm at the corner of the lips.
When he looked at me, the tenderness of his eyes came back: “It’s too early. I’ll take you back to your dorm tomorrow. I’m sorry.
With my hand, and for a moment with a deep blemish, the eyes of a deep emptiness rose, and he grabbed my wrist, and his voice was always low, and he said, “Look, I broke up with Limman.” I’m sorry.
8
I’m just a little bit of a look at him.
And he looked at me with his eyes, and his eyes were filled with hope and plea, and he said, “Throw you to him, I regret.” I’m sorry.
I suddenly heard him say something, and I took it.
He never liked me. Would he regret it?
But then, for the first time, I saw from his deep eyes a reflection that belonged only to me, and his eyes were staring at me with warm eyes, and his eyes were gushing with deep love, and the way he had revealed to me was truly unexpected.
But then, in the face of him, there was no volatility in my heart.
Sing Creek jumped next to me, “Haku, what do you mean? I’m sorry.
Faced with the questions of Singbrook, he went into deep silence, and he looked down and his lips were tight, but he held my wrist tight and refused to let go.
I looked at the greeting with a gentle glance, and then I drew his hand, and I said to him, “Thank you very much, I am truly grateful to you, for having made me know Tsing Creek. I am well with him now and I hope that you will not disturb him in the days to come.” I’m sorry.
9
After the final examination, the school had summer holidays.
I promised my family that I would stay for the summer vacation and then apply to the counselor for a stay during the summer.
I was told I wouldn’t go back for the summer and stayed with me.
I got a part-time job at a sweet shop here, and Tsing Creek went to a McDonald’s to work as a cashier.
We both went to work the same time, so he bought breakfast almost every morning and waited for me to go to work downstairs and then we went back to school at night.
About a week later, I was asleep and my cell phone rings in the middle of the night.
I pulled my cell phone out of my pillow, working all day, and I was really sleepy.
I’m on the phone, and there’s always a low voice.
He said, ‘It is hard for me to talk about Lou, and you forgot my birthday.’ I’m sorry.
I stunned, and then I looked at the time, almost 1:00 in the morning, and it was an hour ago, and for the first time in seven years I had forgotten his birthday.
I remember, the summer of my senior year, his birthday, he only asked me out.
He said his parents were divorced or left on his birthday, which they completely forgot.
That night, I lied to my parents for the first time, saying that I spent the night at Sissy’s, but the other day, when I returned to her home, he said that his father had moved in with a woman outside and had his own fucking lover, and it was a long time since he had come back.
He held me and begged me to stay with him for one night, when the boy, who looked like an independent and handsome boy, showed his fragile face for the first time in my presence and watched him suffer, and I was with him in tears.
It’s supposed to be a reminiscent past, but I’ve had a lot of yawns, and I’ve got a mouth and a strong, awake nostrils. “Sorry, I’m really tired today. I have to go to work in the morning, and if there’s nothing else important, I’ll hang up. I’m sorry.
When I heard him not speak again, I hung up the phone, and I groped a few times, and when I came from bedtops to the mall with me a short while ago, I caught a giant dragon cat in the doll machine, and I fell asleep with it.
10
This year’s Valentine’s Day coincides with the summer break, and I thought Valentine’s Day was coming, and I should have a present for Tsing Creek, but I didn’t know what to give him, so he asked for it.
He said, “Can you make me a box of chocolate?” I’m sorry.
“How did you know I would make chocolate?” I’m sorry.
And he laughed, and he did not hide it from me, and he said to me, “It was Valentine’s Day that you sent a box of chocolate, which you made with your own hands, when he returned to his dormitory, and I ate it all.” I’m sorry.
Before that, I made myself a box of chocolates for her every year on Valentine’s Day, and I made chocolates for her. She had no girlfriend before, so we joked and said she had Valentine’s Day and we had friendships, and he took them every time I gave him chocolates.
I’ve been thinking about that for two years. I’m sorry.
He’s so tall and handsome, but he’s always like a child to me.
I noded and promised him that he would even hold me and laugh and say, “Where can I find such a good girlfriend?” I’m so happy! I’m sorry.
10
He was home early two days before Valentine’s Day, and when I got back from work with Tsimhu, he took me to the door of the dorm and we split up.
And not long after, He called me, and said, “See you, I’ll wait for you in your dorms. I’m sorry.
It was 8:30 p.m., it was dark. I just opened the door to the dorm before the lights could be opened.
I didn’t want to see him, so I found a reason to say, “You’re home early? But unfortunately, I wasn’t in my dorm! I’m sorry.
And the deep voice was heavy, and he said, “Don’t lie to me about it. I just saw what Singbrook had sent you. I’m sorry.
I hung up and walked out of my dorm.
More than a month without seeing him, he’s as handsome as he always was, but he’s got a little bit of tweak in his eyes.
He saw me coming out with his lips raised and his eyebrow bended, and he had a light smile on his face, and then he came towards me, and he handed me two tickets: “A few days later, there was a Guangya festival in Wuhan. I missed you once, and I will go with you this time.” I’m sorry.
I watched him hand over the tickets for the festival, and my eyes shivered.
A moment later, I looked up and laughed, “No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. I’m sorry.
I remember that I had an appointment with Shigei, that I went on vacation to watch the Shanghai Strawberry Festival, that I promised, and that I started all my start-up friends to help me rob the Internet, and fortunately I got two tickets.
When the tickets were taken, it was in the middle of the night, and I was so excited that I ran down to the boys’ dormitory the following morning, I wanted to tell him the good news, and when I heard about it, I was so calm that I said, “Let’s ask someone else to see the festival, I’ve arranged something else.” I’m sorry.
Later, when I returned from Shanghai on my 5 1st holiday, I learned from my roommate that during the 5 1st holiday, He was with Limmanman on a part-time basis and sent leaflets for five days.
He had not confessed to Limman at that time, but they were in a state of confusion.
I didn’t really realize how important it was to have other arrangements, but it was just to stay in school and work part-time with Limman.
After a moment of silence and a little bit of darkness, he said, “I’ve checked the list of guests for this festival, and there’s a band you like, and just a few days later the summer is not over.”
When I interrupted him immediately, I looked at him in a dim state, and said, “Do you think it would be appropriate for me to go with you to the festival? I’m sorry.
He’s got his hands on both sides and he’s staring at me like, “Are you really going to follow Tsing Creek?” Talk about Lulu. You’ve liked me for so many years. I’m sorry.
I looked up, and I scratched a sarcasm in my eyes. See, he knew I loved him for years, but he knew it, and he asked me out in front of Limman.
When I was smiling, his eyes blinked, and suddenly he reached out and grabbed my wrist, and his deep eyes looked at me, and he looked at me, and he said, “Will you come back to me when you talk to me?” I’m sorry.
And let us not look away from his eyes, and then stretch out his hand.
I took a few steps back, and I said to him, “Oh deep, I put down, and I didn’t really like you that much, but I chased you for seven years, and I took you as my obsession. But I saw that day, when you and Limman were standing under the tree and kissing so deeply, and I was sad all night, and I found out that the sad part was not that you were with Limman, but that I found my commitment gone.”
“No, you won’t like me.” I’m sorry.
And I looked at him with indifference, and said, “Indeed, I have no reason to lie to you, except that what preceded was not important to me, because I had the brook of tungsten.” I’m sorry.
And he held me in his arms, and he looked at me like crazy, and he said to me, “How could you like him after seven years of your love for me? I’m sorry.
He held me in his arms hard, fearing that I would leave him, but I broke it with the greatest strength of my life.
I said to him seriously and seriously, “Haku, don’t come any further. I don’t like you, I just don’t like you. That’s the answer. I’m sorry.
He looked at me with his eyes full of eyes, and he walked back a few steps, and he looked so sad.
I said, “It’s late. I’m going back to my dorm to rest. I’m sorry.
When I said that, I turned around and went to the dormitory, and my feelings for him had gone with the wind.
Eleven.
On Valentine’s Day, Tsinghu asked me to meet at the water place where he was promised to go.
The water bar was revolving on the same day with all kinds of sweet songs, pink balloons and a romantic and sweet atmosphere.
I gave him the chocolate I made myself, and he couldn’t wait to get it.
I made three-colour chocolates, white, black and pink, a round of pink chocolates in the middle, and I etched the names of both of them.
Sing Creek was so glamorous that he took a picture with his cell phone and sent it to the circle of friends.
He said, “This is the chocolate my girlfriend made for me, and I really love her. I’m sorry.
I couldn’t help but laugh at him and say, “You’re too pitiful!” I’m sorry.
And he smiled at me, and he said, “Where is it? I wish the world would know. I love to talk about Lulu, I love to talk about it.” I’m sorry.
When my feelings with Tsingbrook got sweeter, I found out his mouth was getting poorer.
But the feeling of being with him is the love I want.
I gave him a box of chocolate that day, and he gave me a scarf, and looked at the scarf, and I stopped.
“Do you know what season it is? You sent me a scarf for the summer? I’m sorry.
And Tsimbrook shrunk his head, strangled his mouth, and then he said to me, “You did not send a scarf to him in the winter. He knew that I had been in love with you for a long time, and turned his hand on me. I saw it with your own hand. I thought, “I’ll make a scarf for you with my own hand.” But the scarf won’t be broken until it gets cold.” I’m sorry.
After hearing him explain, I looked at the red scarf and moved.
Last winter, I did write a scarf, which was the first time I learned to knit a scarf, which was often wrong, and then torn it apart over and over again.
It took me a half month to weave a scarf to my satisfaction, when my fingers were really red and swollen, and my cocoons were sharpened and it was painful.
I gave my scarf to him with joy, and it was dark and without any special expression, but he took it, and I was satisfied.
I just didn’t think he’d give it to Tsimbrook when he went back.
I reached out and pulled the hand of Sing Creek, and I saw him red and swollen and even sharpened the fingers of the cocoon.
My eyes were sour and I laughed at him, “Does my fingers hurt?” I’m sorry.
He suddenly took me down, “It hurts!” It’s too hard to learn how to knit a scarf. Every time you knit a needle, your finger is stuck on that wire, and it’s swollen…
I couldn’t help but laugh at Tsing Creek: “Tsing Creek, I suspect you’re driving.” I’m sorry.
Sing Creek:
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When I returned to the dormitory that night, I put the scarf I had given me from Tsing Creek around my neck and looked in front of the mirror for a long time.
I didn’t feel hot in the summer, but it was cool, nice and comfortable.
And then, all of a sudden, he called me.
When he spoke, he was filled with tears, and there was some confusion in his speech, which should be the cause of the intoxication.
He cried and accused me: “You said, and you said it! Why did you give him your own chocolate? You told me, you said you made chocolate with your own hand only to give me one person…”
And I remember the last time I gave him chocolate, the Valentine’s Day when I was a freshman, and he took it, and he said to me, “I’m tired of chocolate. Don’t give it to me anymore. It’s good to give it to someone else.” I’m sorry.
I didn’t say a word, I hung up on the deep phone and then I hacked all the contacts about him.
I looked at the time, but it was too early, so I called Tsingbrook again.
“Just split up, I missed you again. I’m sorry.
“Then go to the window and look below.” I’m sorry.
I stunned, walking to the window, and I saw him with a round of heart-shaped candles, with a red rose in his hand, shouting at me, “I love you!” I’m sorry.
And I ran out of the dormitory, and he saw me, and laid down the roses, and my hands met, and I ran into his arms, and he held me up.
And I asked him, “What are you doing? You have not all given a gift. I’m sorry.
And he smiled, and said, “What a surprise! I’m sorry.
And We raised his face, and bowed my head and kissed him hard in the mouth of his usual poverty, and leaned back in his ear and whispered to him, saying, “I love you too.” I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
