The article has the same name as the author. Yes, it's a true story, a female classmate with a story, without adding a trace of ink, just to tell the story of the hurried green years with heart. Because I know that there will never be such a person or person born to decorate the rest of his life. A story of pure love without sheets, memories and narratives.
Ten years ago, as a young boy, he was withdrawn, sad, and hating everyone around him. She was little, cold, arrogant, and hated everything. He stupidly said that he was going to become a bad boy. The stubbornness hidden in her eyes was infatuated with her eyes. She stupidly said that we should be good students and become stronger to protect ourselves. The firmness that surged in the dark pupils made him nervous.
The confession that I guarded for three years was the eternal farewell. He said this was the worst decision of his life. When I was 15 years old, I knew that the end of prosperity was a strange road, but I still insisted on that dead route. His strong coffee couldn't fit into her big bowl of tea. She has become more and more protective of her heart, and is no longer the little girl who tricked him into eating eggs. And he is still stuck in the promise he made ten years ago. He once said: "He is the only spiritual song that can make her dance her life."
After a ten-year agreement, who comforted whom, or who made whom haggard? He walked through the place she longed for most, handed every encounter to every piece of sky, and buried every story deeply. Love the sky, love the sky, love the clear sky. Where is his heart? Is it still clear and clear? He thought she didn't know. She thought he would leave. Think, think, take it for granted, but don't take it for granted. He thought she couldn't hear him. She thought he would turn around. Think, think, think of it, but don't take it for granted.