As time goes by, my thoughts fly to the first time we met that year, when he waited for her on her way home and whispered "I like you",
She remembered clearly that on such a cold winter night, he was wearing extremely thin clothes but was indescribably showy and suave;
On that snowy evening, when she fell on the steps in front of the building, he asked her in a trembling voice, "What's wrong with your feet?"
She didn't need to look up to know it was him, because it was because she caught sight of his figure in the corner of her eye that she panicked and missed the steps;
She thought of him pulling her schoolbag like a rogue, with a gentle smile on his face, and saying helplessly as if he was resigned to his fate, "I know you don't like me, it's enough that I like you";
She remembered that he had once said with great disappointment, "I will no longer care about your business." At that moment, the determination in his eyes was like a needle that quietly pierced her heart;
However, within a few days, he was the first to rush into the unbearable box. When she was held tightly in his arms, he once again said to her firmly and obediently, "I will take you out of here."
It wasn't until that day that she realized for the first time that his embrace was so warm and safe;
That long and pleasant summer, in the quiet park on the corner of the street, he whispered in her ear in a low voice, "It has been hard these past two months, I miss you so much";
On the white and soft beach, he stroked her long hair and said tenderly, "You repeat it again, I will die for you"...
And his voice through the phone, pleading helplessly and painfully, "Stop torturing me, okay? Let me come and see you."
Qin Xiaoman never thought that the memories of him would be so many and deep;
It turned out that everything he did was so clear, but she didn't dare to face it.
Maybe the nursery rhyme is right, a person can only live eighteen years old once, and can only experience his first love once; tomorrow, there may be heartache; in the end, everything may go with the wind, but even so, you can't wait until you grow old to lament your feelings.
and surging youth.
Qin Xiaoman suddenly recalled that when he was in high school, a nursery rhyme once accidentally mentioned that Yan Zisong's birthday was on the National Day. He didn't deliberately listen to this sentence at the beginning, but Qin Xiaoman didn't know that he would actually hear it.
Remember it so clearly.
Thinking of this, she unconsciously curled up her lips——Since you love, love well!
After all, she couldn't escape the net he had set. Perhaps before she even knew it, he had already unreasonably entered her heart, domineering yet tolerant, quietly, silently and breathlessly!