The first time she met him was in the corridor of the classroom between classes. At a narrow corner, she almost threw herself into his arms. She didn't look up, only saw his crisp coat and handsome shoes.
The first time I noticed him was in a boring water class. He was wearing a black jacket with the zipper pulled to the top. He was sitting upright, typing on the keyboard and writing a paper. His profile was sharp, and he was a good-looking cool guy.
The first time she came into contact with him was when he was in the group asking for vacancies in the course group. He got her into the group that was short of being filled by one person. Later she found out that in order to get her, he kicked out his roommate and treated her to three hot pot meals.
The first heartbeat seemed to be caught off guard and it seemed to come naturally. He stood in a light place and called her, his voice was so sweet, so soft, so gentle. Unconsciously, every time he spoke to her, his voice would rise.
The first time I fell in love was with him. Falling in love, all you can think about is him. Grow up in love, go hand in hand, and live and die in the heat.
In their first marriage, she and he were both very young. They bumped into each other, felt guilty about each other, broke up peacefully, and could not sleep alone. He came to her home due to the drunkenness brought by a glass of beer, cried and fussed at the closed door, begged, and finally passed out crying at the door. When she came home from an outing, she saw the aggrieved big dog, and she knelt down in front of him softly. Regardless of her long skirt, she raised her hand to gently rub the hair on his forehead, and sighed helplessly: "You always tempt me."
Mission: Love makes people grow