Regular version
The twelve years between us were his alone time. When should we start telling his story? Maybe it should start when I walked into his shop for the first time in the summer when I was eighteen years old, maybe it should start when I stood up all night just to see him, maybe it should start when we are twelve years apart, maybe it should start when he decides to settle down in his hometown with me... Or maybe, it should start from now.
[Unserious version]
Isn't that something popular recently? Don't worry, maybe your girlfriend is still in kindergarten. Yes, this is pretty much the relationship between me and my man.
I was just eighteen when I was wandering around Huangpi Road and broke into his shop. He was thirty that year.
By the way, my name is Chen Xing, and my man's name is Shen Tao. I am a craftsman, wood carving, pottery and painting, and I know a little bit of everything. To be honest, he is quite good-looking. I am 1.7 Meters tall and he is half a head taller than me. He lowered his head just enough to kiss my forehead.
I chased him very hard back then, but who hasn't had the desire to meet a handsome, craftsman-like uncle in a romantic old street and have a vigorous love affair again?
Anyway, no matter what the process was, I finally caught up.
We are now settled in our hometown. We have some free time. It just so happens that we can slowly write to you about our little things.