Today Is Good Friday in My Life

12-13 A good day Today this year, the dust of my short and turbulent life has settled. I dare not answer the phone. I don't know how to tell BOB's family the news. I don't know how to comfort BOB who said he wanted to celebrate yesterday. I don't know how to face the disappointed face of BOB's girlfriend who shed too many tears. On this day last year, QUEEN and I were walking on the streets of London. She carefully told her story about her past, and while uncovering her scars, she also made deep cuts on my body. I sprinkled salt on it over and over again as if I was masochistic, and then started a year of quarrels and unpleasant revenge. Today, the year before last, my lovely HB, haha, on that romantic snowy afternoon, completely crushed my heart for eight years, and floated away in the wind, like the roses I brought with me. December 13, 2002 It's the 7th winter since I fell in love with HB. Snow is falling all over the north. I stubbornly believe that this is the romance that God has created for me. After getting off the plane, I excitedly boarded the train to her school. I didn't go home first. I just wanted to give her a surprise. I called my mother and told her to stay in Beijing for two days. I left my luggage in the hotel, relying on my memory, the address on the envelope, which I almost crumpled, and mentally recited countless times. From the station in that small city, he walked all the way to her school In the flower shop in front of the school, I bought a large bouquet of roses from the boss who knew how to do business. Holding it in hand, he slowly came downstairs to her dormitory. Looking back, it was actually quite beautiful. The snow was falling heavily. I was wearing a black woolen windbreaker and a large bouquet of fiery red roses, black, white and red. The three colors were in strong contrast. I stood downstairs in her dormitory, quietly waiting for my beloved to appear. The girls around me were either guessing or doubting, laughing from a distance, or fantasizing. I don't have them in my eyes The chic phone call was made, and she dialed the number that she also remembered badly. "..." "Hello?" The voice that appeared in my dreams so many times came to my mind again. "Ah~HB? I'm R!" I tried my best to pretend to be relaxed "Ah~ it's you~ I have to go to class now. I've told you every time. Can I call you when I'm done? Okay, that's it, BYEBYE!" Haha, it doesn't matter, I'll wait for you to come down. I'll be confident thinking about your surprised expression. The sky in the afternoon looked groggy because of the snow, but because of the snow, it was bright, like the big silver-white umbrella used in photography. ""Hero" is said to be good, I'll just watch it for a while~" Huh? A man's voice? Girls dormitory? Haha, the country is really in chaos now~ Hahaha, I was thinking boredly A familiar figure appeared in front of me, wearing a light blue down jacket. She was just as charming and elegant as I imagined her to be. She is the same as I remember her. The only difference is that she was carried down by someone, so sweet The person hugging him must be her boyfriend, right? I looked at her with a smile and asked quietly in my heart: My dear, didn't you say you should study hard? Didn't you say that you don't like me, but that you want to study hard? Didn't you say you won't find a boyfriend until you officially give me a chance? Didn't you promise me that you would ask me to hold you when you can't walk anymore? Didn't you promise to watch "Hero" with me, even though I don't like the director? The only thing you did was that you really wouldn't be my girlfriend. . . . Her expression on my face is so complicated, I like how complicated it is. I feel like holding such a big rose is eye-catching. . . . I smiled once again at the man who I can call a hero------My mother hasn't held her hand in 8 years, but you just held her and left in half a year? He's my fucking idol! I smiled and said to my idol: "Sir, do you want flowers? Buy one? The lady in your arms is very beautiful." The idol said, "How much does it cost?" He didn't hear the smell of blood in my voice at all. "You can give it to me..." "How about 5 yuan?" Look, what a graceful man, what a penny-pinching man. There are not many men who have a taste in life, know how to buy flowers for their girlfriends, and know how to settle accounts. HB classmate, you have to hurry up! "Okay." I have never sold flowers, and I am not in this mood. I am looking at my idol's wife. She is so beautiful. The temperature outside is very cold. Her cute little nose is red. Is it freezing? But why are the eyes red? My idol actually stopped, put his beautiful wife on the ground, and paid me. . . How can this be done? I can't let the idol pay. Besides, I almost cried when I saw the idol. It's actually quite embarrassing to cry in front of the idol. I gave him a large bouquet of roses and said, "See how much you love your girlfriend, she is so beautiful, I gave them all to you!" Then I turned around and left. In the heavy snow, I tidied my hair that was messed up by the wind and took my hands away. The petals of a rose that I had just rubbed hard in my palm blew away in the wind, as if they had finally escaped my clutches, dancing freely in the wind, and then scattered in the snow. Along with my long-lost tears. Then I thought I was pretty handsome at the time. Then many people later thought I was actually quite stupid at the time. Including QUEEN, but also HB.