Half a Minute

We have nine points of love, half of fate, and half of stubbornness. In the end, we became half strangers and complete enemies. My tears can't fall into your life. They have become the heavy rain that I can't escape and the humidity that I can't get out of. The long flight traces of swan geese are like the white marks left by airplanes in the sky. Across two countries and twelve years. From hot to cold. In fact, in the end of love, we have lost the original vision, and only the obsession that cannot be let go is left. How old were you when you first met? Two very young children who couldn't even recognize the words together, yet she would follow him and call them "brother" and "brother". He doesn't believe in fate, but she does. Otherwise, it would not have been just a few days of fate, and the lingering love that lasted for more than ten years would have arisen. Her little temper, his indifference. Xu Xiang wanted to find a definite answer, but he was always wavering between his choices. She was greedy for Xiao Yan's warmth, and she loved the twinkling stars in the young man's eyes when he looked at her when she held his hand; she loved that he would always sincerely put everything in his hands; she loved that he always relied on her sincerely and took care of her... But all her love was not as good as the figure smelling of jasmine that she accidentally glimpsed, or the "Brother Qin" who stood in the shadow of Begonia flowers when she was a child. "You are two years younger than me, and you are always just a child in my eyes, so there are some things that I, as a person who has experienced more than you, can't do before I give you a certain future. It does not mean that I am not willing, but the price of this matter, I don't think you can bear it, and I have no way to help you bear it. I can also understand that you scold me. It is inevitable that you are still young and emotional, and there is no need to apologize for this." To love in the end is to slander. She resentfully vented her hatred for him to her friends, best friends, sister, and everyone who knew their feelings, but she was silent for a long time when she finally narrated: He is actually very good to me. Everyone listening could feel that every word of her hate revealed every word of love, but he was the only one who took her disgust seriously. So her words also deceived herself. When the university notice came out, there were two private books. She looked at the notice and was speechless for a long time. She knew that if she didn't work hard, this could be considered a decent result, but she burst into tears when she thought that she would never be able to catch up with him. Qin Yanzhao reached out to help her at the right time and wanted to send her to study abroad. But Xu Xiang pushed away his outstretched hand with hatred, unwillingness and determination - "Even if I am a waste, this is the school I got into by myself! I admit it myself, I don't need your help!" "I can understand your feelings. Complexity and insults are all your normal emotional venting. The future is going in a different direction, and you are pointing in a direction that I cannot go. At least it is the growth you expect. Its value will not change just because we have different paths. You should recognize this. You will always have value to the people around you and to your family." It's just that in many snowy winters, she would think of Qin Yanzhao holding her in his arms, his windbreaker just on her body, his warm breath in her ears and the cold and cold jasmine fragrance lingering on the tip of her nose. Xu Xiang always thought of him every late night when they were apart, and his hands began to tremble slightly unconsciously. Long-term insomnia can be relieved by writing their stories every night. She blamed herself for being too harsh on Qin Yanzhao, for never understanding him and never considering issues from his standpoint and class. "You don't have to understand me or integrate into me. I have never understood you, nor do I want to integrate into your life. There is no need to settle every account between us. These are never clear, and they are vague to give everyone a face. My love for you is not based on my bending, but on our equality. If you don't understand this clearly, we will always be in embarrassment. Don't be with me. Apologize, these are never worthy of you saying sorry, nor are they reasons for me to be angry. It is normal for us to be different and not get together. Any change of either party is the overriding of the other party. I just conveniently stayed at the time when you were casting the shadow of butterflies on your eyebrows, forgetting that you have grown up a long time ago, and you are not the child who can be coaxed by just taking things. " After the heavy rain, the jasmine petals quietly withered, announcing the end of summer. If only this had never happened. Everything in the past is a stereotype, negation is a kind of affirmation, the most useless self-deception. Purpose: to be our biography