Gifts actually represent a mood, representing one person's care, longing and concern for another person. It is more like an affectionate sustenance and an unspeakable blessing. An originally simple object is just
Because it carries a sincere emotion, it becomes heavy and touching. It's strange, isn't it? But it is true, because what we send is not a gift, but our true feelings - Ronin Pier.
I am really stupid. Although I can usually pretend to be good at dancing and graceful in front of my friends, even though at occasional friend gatherings I will shamelessly brag about how good I am with women, as if there is no woman in the world that I can’t catch.
It seems that I don’t have a girlfriend now just because I don’t care to chase her. However, when I really like a girl, I realize that the experience I gained from the novel seems to be inappropriate at all.
At that time, I was quite envious of the male protagonists in novels. They usually looked ordinary and articulate, but under the ingenious arrangements of those lovely authors, they were often stupid people with stupid blessings who somehow managed to hug them happily.
The beauty is back. I just don’t understand. Looking at my brothers, they look quite cowardly, even worse than me. Why are they so lucky and can win immediately? Even if there is a slight setback in the middle, it’s still human.
Use it as a condiment, it's a smooth sailing!
But why am I so depressed, bro? I have used all the tricks I know: sending gifts, making phone calls, watching movies, etc. Due to my position as a friend, I can’t do anything too outrageous. Now I should
What should I do? I fell into deep thought.
"Ling likes to listen to music very much, and it's Chen Shuhua's song. I often hear her humming in the dormitory." She was sitting opposite me and I pulled her out with the excuse of "Didn't you promise to help me?"
Jing said casually with a straw in her mouth, while staring obsessively at a fruit cake on the counter.
I sighed secretly, called the waiter, and ordered the cake for her.
She was happy and thought I was very sensible, so she revealed another piece of news to me: "But she doesn't have a box of Chen Shuhua's tapes yet. She was very depressed that she couldn't buy one."
Let me explain here, for us who are now in such a developed Internet age, there is no such thing as not being able to find songs. Under the comprehensive encirclement and suppression of sogua, kugoo and various search engines, even
Even a song as obscure as "Meng Jiangnu" can be found and listened to with great pleasure. So now everyone can recall, starting from mp3, going back to md, then to cd, and then to the tape player... ok
, Stop! Have you remembered anything? In this era without the Internet, the only way for us to obtain songs is from the video store. The fake genuine tapes worth 10 yuan per box are the spiritual food that our students rely on for their livelihood.
Everyone used to be proud of comparing how many tapes and CDs they had.
So Linghui was depressed because she couldn't buy Chen Shuhua's tapes, because ordinary stores basically wouldn't keep such old tapes.
But for me, this information is undoubtedly an opportunity. "If Ling gets a box of tapes that she likes, she will be very happy, right?!" I was so excited by this idea that I immediately started a city-wide search.
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I know it won't be easy for me to find it. If it were that easy, the bell would have been bought long ago, and nothing would have happened to me. But I was determined to find it no matter what and buy it for her. I was
A person who easily puts things on the line. At that moment, I was obsessed with thinking that the tape was not a tape, but my love for Ling. If I couldn't buy this, I wouldn't be able to prove it.
I love bells.
It's silly, right? However, at that time, stimulated by this silly thought, I started to search slowly throughout the city on my bicycle.
In fact, I miss that scene now. In the slightly warm sunshine of autumn, I was busy with my lover with excitement and excitement. There were all kinds of old people, children, middle-aged people and...
Students of similar age passed me by. Some of them were busy, some were idle, some were happy, and some were depressed. And I always faced them with a smile, because at that moment
Here, my heart is happy.
It is the joy of giving for the one you love. I know that the result will make Ling very happy, so I will not worry about whether the process will be tortuous or painful. As long as the result can make her happy, I can feel happy.
And happiness. So I use the same happy mood to bless every passerby who passes by me, and sincerely hope that they can also share my happiness.
Happiness needs to be shared. And my happiness is that I finally know that I can do something for my lover that will make her happy, simple happiness.
Riding a dilapidated bicycle, wandering in every corner of the city, passing by familiar and unfamiliar people one after another. Facing them with a smile, mentally imagining the surprise when my lover gets his gift...
I think this is happiness.
A week later, I finally found the tape in a relatively large video store on the outskirts of the city. Chen Shuhua on the cover looked a little melancholy, a little sweet, a little gentle, a little stubborn, and even a little smile, as if a bell was smiling at me.
Same.
I looked at the tape and didn't remember to take it off the shelf. I just looked at it quietly and smiled. As if I could see something inside. Finally, when I took it off the shelf
When I took off the tape, my hands trembled slightly.
I was a little excited. At that moment, it no longer meant a tape to me, but became a symbol and a hope.
Then, that night, I called Ling.
"I'm downstairs, why don't you come down and I'll buy you something?" I said it quite unsubtly, please forgive me for my excitement at that time.
"Oh." Ling's voice was a bit silly, at least that's what I thought.
Then, I waited for her to go downstairs to accept the surprise I had prepared for her. I must admit that at that moment, my heart was full of expectation and yearning, because after all, it was not easy to buy this box of tapes.
Although I say that I am great, in the final analysis I am just an ordinary boy: will she be moved to tears, and then I can hug her naturally, hehe... with a silly smile on my face,
I was waiting and waiting downstairs in her dormitory.
After Ling finally came downstairs, I handed her the beautifully packaged box of tapes.
"What is it?" She was a little curious, with questioning eyes.
"Open it and you'll know." At that moment, I felt very proud and proud, like a nouveau riche.
So she started to unpack it, and my heartbeat kept accelerating, accelerating.
Finally, she saw Chen Shuhua.
At that time, my heart rate jumped to the highest point. Yes, I was looking forward to something, longing for something, no! I was longing for something.
Maybe she concealed it too well. What disappointed me was that I didn’t see anything strange in her eyes and expression. Her expression when she saw Chen Shuhua and when she received other gifts I had given her before were
It was just as plain and calm, and there were no tears in my eyes, no tight hugs, and no impulsive kisses as I imagined. Those bursting soap bubbles only proved that I am indeed a boy who loves to dream.
I smiled bitterly, "I heard that you liked her song, and I happened to see it, so I bought it for you." When I fail, I am always used to finding a high-sounding excuse for myself.
"Well, thank you."
I continued to smile bitterly and prepared to turn around and leave. Did I lose this battle again?
"Ronin!" she's calling me?!
I turned around sharply and saw Ling's eyes.
At that moment, Ling's eyes were not calm. They had a trace of waves, a trace of excitement, a trace of guilt and a trace of fear. Such complex eyes.
"Thank you, really." Even though it was only a short moment, I still noticed something strange in her voice. Yes, it was strange, just like the moment I held her hand for the first time, her voice was strange.
Strange.
At that time, my heart was beating so fast.
"Silly girl, as long as you are happy, remember: you are happy, so I am happy. Huh?"
"Um!"
As she nodded vigorously, my heart became lighter. Although the result was not as beautiful as I expected, I was indeed very satisfied. There was no need to be moved to tears or excited hugs, that was the movie
And the plot in the novel. She and I are just ordinary people living ordinary lives. A short "thank you" can already make me think about it for a long time. Even if all my ideals cannot fly as freely as a bird, they will always
It will float like the feather on Tom Hanks' foot in "Forrest Gump".
It was October 1999, and we had known each other for almost two months.