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The first time we really met was at the bus stop outside the school.
He leaned lazily against the billboard, as if he was playing a stand-alone game on his mobile phone. The expression on his face was calm, but the "click-click" sound of the keys was loud and rapid.
She walked over in the most inconspicuous way, intending to be invisible.
Unexpectedly, after a while, he put his phone in his pocket and patted her schoolbag from behind, "The car is here, are you leaving?"
She should have refused, but she nodded confusedly.
Then I followed a classmate I didn't even know and got on an unknown bus number.
When saying goodbye, she lowered her head and fumbled in her schoolbag for a moment, then placed a green apple in his hand: "My grandma planted it. Thank you for leading me."
Later, he turned over the calendar according to his memory. That day was the second day after the military training ended, August 26, 2009, which happened to be the seventh day of the seventh lunar month that year.
It was obviously a cloudy day, but in retrospect, I always felt that the light was bright, and the warmth of the sun fell on my skin.
For many years after that, he never spent Chinese Valentine's Day with anyone, nor could he forget the girl who stuffed an apple into his palm.
Intention: Believe in love
