The person I had missed so many times and thought I would never have anything to do with him again appeared in front of me in a funny way. Every time I squatted down, stretched out my arms to hug him, and then watched helplessly as he slipped out of his arms. It's not the time to scold, be arrogant, or clarify again. I just accept it, and I'm already extremely disappointed anyway. The opportunity I thought a long time ago has been lost many times, but it turns out it will come back. Suddenly I remembered what my grandma said. You young people are really funny. You know that wearing high heels will hurt your feet, but you still wear those sharp and painful shoes every day. Every time I answered her very funny, and put on a particularly ugly expression just to be beautiful. Yes, I still believe he will come back.