More than ten years ago, when I was a middle school student, one day after evening self-study, I waited at the school gate for a long time and finally gave Xu Lu a graduation gift I made by myself.
"Happy graduation, senior. I wish you smooth sailing and success in your studies."
He smiled lightly, accepted the curled-up homework book that I had rubbed, and asked me: "What's your name?"
"Tang Qing." I lowered my head and replied.
No one knows about my liking for Xu Lu except me and the long passing years.
One day more than ten years later, when I returned to my hometown to worship my ancestors, I walked around in circles and unknowingly walked to the door of his house. Unexpectedly, this time, I bumped into him.
I cried with joy.
He walked back and forth in the flower garden with mulberry shears, twirling the plum branches between his fingers, and finally, "Do you know me?" He asked.
Not only do I know you, I also love you as always.
Even though there are many changes in reality for you and me.
Later, we met again in Wuzhou.
He shook off the wind and snow from his body and loved me wholeheartedly with his new self.
"Old lady, I will bring you someone back this year." I said happily on the phone, and then I was asked a lot about his personal situation.
"You won't mind if I push you too hard, just rent it back." The old lady pursed her lips, as if she wasn't satisfied.
It wasn't until he officially came to visit that the old couple was treated submissively by him.
"What a great man! Why don't you take it back as soon as possible?"
I smiled and lay next to her ear: "This is the one I have been chasing for a long time."
"So it's him?!"
Before we got together, Xu Lu's WeChat name, signature and profile picture were all blank.
Later, his avatar was replaced with a photo of me, and his nickname and signature were written with the word "Qing".
One day, a college freshman added him as a friend in the group chat, "Miss, is your name Xiaoqing? What a cute name. Does your profile picture look like you? You look very elegant. Can you recognize me?"
He looked at me sullenly while holding his cell phone: "These students nowadays are really badly behaved."
I laughed: "You are jealous."
He turned around and typed the next line on his phone without saying anything: "This classmate, what is your name?"
"Miss, my name is Zhang Zhang, and what's yours?"
"My surname is Xu. Come to the office on the second floor of the school tomorrow."
"Huh??????"
Intention: To love someone is to accept and love everything about him, love him for who he is, and love the ups and downs he has experienced.