He wanted to catch up with her and ask why she hadn't held on for just a few more seconds. By then, he had already fallen for her.
Maybe it had happened even earlier, five years ago, after he gave a speech on behalf of the freshmen. She had followed right behind him with pen and paper, asking for his autograph.
Maybe it had happened even earlier, when she clumsily plotted all kinds of chance encounters with him: at the basketball court, the soccer field, the table tennis room, the gym, even the riding arena. He had known all along.
Maybe it had happened even earlier, when his wavering feelings over Gu Jiashi left him drowning his sorrows in drink. She had wrapped herself in a thin coat and kept him company beneath the night sky as he brooded over life's disappointments.
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Gradually more and more work was given to him. In this circle, accompanying customers is as necessary as breathing. She knew that he was busy working on his career, so it was not easy to pester him. Sometimes he would come back early in the morning, smelling of alcohol, but he was always sober. It was as if he was the root of his illness, and she could hear even the slightest sound of the door opening.
After she moved out of his house, even the spare key was confiscated. She couldn't help but feel depressed, but he said, how come you, a grown-up girl, have the nerve to hang around here all the time. Later, she yelled several times to no avail, and finally gave up.
One time he came home drunk and vaguely heard the sound of the door opening. He opened it several times without success. She knew that he must have drank a lot. After putting on his coat and going out, he saw him leaning against the door, his left hand hanging limply, and his right hand still trying hard to put the key into the lock.
Her eyes became wet. At that moment, she suddenly hated his girlfriend who was far away abroad, hated him for not being able to fall in love with her for many years, and even hated herself for looking at him distressedly without hesitation.
She gently took the key from his hand, opened the door easily, and then helped him into the house. After finally getting him to the sofa, he fell over and vomited on the floor.
She stared at him with a headache. After all, she couldn't bear to leave him in a room full of filth. So he took the tools and started cleaning up the scene, but he took advantage of this time to fall asleep.
She kept watch all night, fearing that he would suddenly develop a fever due to the cold wind after drinking wine. At 4:50 in the morning, she looked at his mobile phone and set the daily alarm clock for five o'clock sharp. During the three months she lived at his house, she knew his living habits clearly. He would get up at five o'clock every day and turn on the computer to check some of the latest information released in the middle of the night.
She turned on the computer for him. He was about to be woken up by the ringing in six minutes. She had planned to go back home, but the computer desktop that had already been started stung her eyes. He turned over slightly, and she knew he was about to wake up, so she didn't care much, took her coat and ran home quickly, closed the door, and shed tears until the east was dimly lit.
In fact, I just saw a photo with his girlfriend spread on the desktop of his computer.
In fact, during the years she stayed by his side, she once had illusions. He fantasized that one day he would fall in love with her, but that day never came true even for a minute or a second. She suddenly lost her direction. Suddenly, I felt enlightened. She realized that the freedom and ease she had in mind was just a way of comforting herself and others.
After that day, she rarely saw him.
After that day, he rarely saw her.
He still couldn't understand her sudden alienation.
It wasn't until I accidentally saw her walking side by side with a handsome man when I got off work that day that I finally came up with a reasonable explanation. This girl must be in love.
He didn't have much emotion, he just followed behind silently, neither close nor far, neither slow nor hasty. For so many years, he has been thinking about her good home, and he is afraid that he will miss her.
When he reached the intersection of Xilin Street, he saw the man naturally put his arm around her shoulders and carefully hugged her across the street.
He was stunned, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart. He took out his cell phone and called her childishly. Across the intersection, he watched her stare at the cell phone screen from a distance for a long time.
"Hello."
"Where are you?"
"I just passed Xilin Street and will be home soon."
"I'm giving out a bonus today, how about going out to eat tonight?" He saw her covering her nose with thick cotton gloves, and her voice on the phone was much lower.
I find it ironic inexplicably that every man can't help but fall in love with such a girl. Even if he already has a girlfriend, he always regrets it later. What's the use?
It's great. The ending is great. When I was ready to finish it, I was still afraid of being together. This kind of story and this kind of ending are what he
Why is it that your heroine is always proactive and pathetic⊙⊙
This story has no ending, I feel so sad
Why does every one of your articles move me? Why?
What a coincidence, very artistic
This is a tragedy. . The reality is that even if the heroine comes back, many things may be different.
I almost cried because of the sadness~~
What a weird idea, it obviously has a good ending~~
I like this kind of light and soft writing like marshmallows, with a little freshness and a little literature. The Yin Mo in the article is a portrayal of many girls who have had secret crushes. Keep up the good work! !
Gradually more and more work was given to him. In this circle, accompanying customers is as necessary as breathing. She knew that he was busy working on his career, so it was not easy to pester him. Sometimes he would come back early in the morning, smelling of alcohol, but he was always sober. It was as if he was the root of his illness, and she could hear even the slightest sound of the door opening. After she moved out of his house, even the spare key was confiscated. She couldn't help but feel depressed, but he said, how come you, a grown-up girl, have the nerve to hang around here all the time. Later, she yelled several times to no avail, and finally gave up. One time he came home drunk and vaguely heard the sound of the door opening. He opened it several times without success. She knew that he must have drank a lot. After putting on his coat and going out, he saw him leaning against the door, his left hand hanging limply, and his right hand still trying hard to put the key into the lock. Her eyes became wet. At that moment, she suddenly hated his girlfriend who was far away abroad, hated him for not being able to fall in love with her for many years, and even hated herself for looking at him distressedly without hesitation. She gently took the key from his hand, opened the door easily, and then helped him into the house. After finally getting him to the sofa, he fell over and vomited on the floor. She stared at him with a headache. After all, she couldn't bear to leave him in a room full of filth. So he took the tools and started cleaning up the scene, but he took advantage of this time to fall asleep. She kept watch all night, fearing that he would suddenly develop a fever due to the cold wind after drinking wine. At 4:50 in the morning, she looked at his mobile phone and set the daily alarm clock for five o'clock sharp. During the three months she lived at his house, she knew his living habits clearly. He would get up at five o'clock every day and turn on the computer to check some of the latest information released in the middle of the night. She turned on the computer for him. He was about to be woken up by the ringing in six minutes. She had planned to go back home, but the computer desktop that had already been started stung her eyes. He turned over slightly, and she knew he was about to wake up, so she didn't care much, took her coat and ran home quickly, closed the door, and shed tears until the east was dimly lit. In fact, I just saw a photo with his girlfriend spread on the desktop of his computer. In fact, during the years she stayed by his side, she once had illusions. He fantasized that one day he would fall in love with her, but that day never came true even for a minute or a second. She suddenly lost her direction. Suddenly, I felt enlightened. She realized that the freedom and ease she had in mind was just a way of comforting herself and others. After that day, she rarely saw him. After that day, he rarely saw her. He still couldn't understand her sudden alienation. It wasn't until I accidentally saw her walking side by side with a handsome man when I got off work that day that I finally came up with a reasonable explanation. This girl must be in love. He didn't have much emotion, he just followed behind silently, neither close nor far, neither slow nor hasty. For so many years, he has been thinking about her good home, and he is afraid that he will miss her. When he reached the intersection of Xilin Street, he saw the man naturally put his arm around her shoulders and carefully hugged her across the street. He was stunned, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart. He took out his cell phone and called her childishly. Across the intersection, he watched her stare at the cell phone screen from a distance for a long time. "Hello." "Where are you?" "I just passed Xilin Street and will be home soon." "I'm giving out a bonus today, how about going out to eat tonight?" He saw her covering her nose with thick cotton gloves, and her voice on the phone was much lower.
I find it ironic inexplicably that every man can't help but fall in love with such a girl. Even if he already has a girlfriend, he always regrets it later. What's the use?
It's great. The ending is great. When I was ready to finish it, I was still afraid of being together. This kind of story and this kind of ending are what he
Why is it that your heroine is always proactive and pathetic⊙⊙
This story has no ending, I feel so sad
Why does every one of your articles move me? Why?
What a coincidence, very artistic
This is a tragedy. . The reality is that even if the heroine comes back, many things may be different.
I almost cried because of the sadness~~ What a weird idea, it obviously has a good ending~~
I like this kind of light and soft writing like marshmallows, with a little freshness and a little literature. The Yin Mo in the article is a portrayal of many girls who have had secret crushes. Keep up the good work! !