Unheard of the Wind

❤️ Snake's little hand has been kissed by the spring breeze. The writing style is fresh and smooth, and the plot has ups and downs. Therefore, they are too embarrassed to hug their thighs. . . 😌 Like "My First Love Is Not Yet to Be Continued" 🌹

It's very good. It can be seen that I wrote it very carefully, although the results are not very satisfactory. Come on, you will succeed

I was a delinquent before high school, a well-known villain in school, and had several girlfriends, but I didn't care. Then I went to high school and soon found a new girlfriend. Because of a fight, someone slashed my face with a knife. I felt like I was disfigured, so I broke up with me, but the girl hugged me and said it didn't matter, and she wouldn't stay with me all the time. After that, I started to really like someone with my heart. I changed my habits and personality for her, and stayed away from my bad friends for her. I quit smoking and the Internet. She is not like my previous girlfriends who doted on me and listened to me in everything. On the contrary, I can't help but rely on her in everything. She will act coquettishly with me, lose her temper with me, not allow me to smoke, likes me to coax her, likes to lean on me, and makes me take time to spend with her every day. During the more than half a year we were together, it was she who taught me what love is, and it was she who made me understand that someone really cares about me. But because of my fault, I dragged her down. After all, I was a bad boy. At that time, many girls in school liked such bad people, but in the eyes of teachers, people like me were scum. In the eyes of boys, I am their love rival because she is beautiful. Many things were just like in the novel. The girls were bullying her behind my back without telling me. Some people reported her to the teacher for dating a gangster, while the boys were pointing fingers behind her back. She has been suffering all this silently, and I have been kept in the dark. (I didn't know this until much later) She finally couldn't bear it anymore and began to treat our relationship coldly. We have been arguing for several days with no result. She finally broke up. I asked her why, and she said there was no reason, she just didn't love her anymore. She actually said that people like me were just hanging out with her for fun. She said that I could find a better person quickly and there was no need to linger on someone like her who was tired of playing around. I was really pissed off. In the following days, I kept trying to recover. I bought a notebook and wrote down my thoughts every day. When I didn't know what to write, I would write her name. The days passed day by day, and the first year of high school was gradually coming to an end. That notebook was slowly filled with my writing, and I had someone give it to her. She replied online: I am very touched, but it is no longer possible for us. After all, touching is not love.

I still click into her space every day to see her updates and look through her previous messages. Occasionally, I found that there was an extra message from someone inexplicably in her space. It was a message between lovers. I asked her, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she locked my permission to enter her space. My last way to understand her current situation was gone. I searched this matter like crazy, and finally found out that the person was her first love in junior high school, and he did not study here. I asked her again who she was, but she still wouldn't tell. I said I've found it out, and it doesn't matter if you don't tell me. I will solve it in my own way. She actually said she hated me. She actually said such words, I have done so much and it is worthless in her eyes. I thought about it for a long time. Since it is irreversible, I will not allow myself to become a passer-by in her life. I will not allow her to just have a simple name when she thinks of me in the future. Right, I don't allow it. I want revenge. Since she said she hates me, then I want her to really hate me and let her always remember me with hatred instead of a name used as a source of conversation. The next weekend, I took my friends and a knife to find her so-called first love. He acted very cowardly, trembling, and kept repeating that I didn't offend you, I'm sorry, I apologize. I feel very bad for her. I think this person is not worthy of her. Even if he is tougher, I will bless her in the future. But when it came time to take action, I still resisted the urge to use the knife, beat him once, vented my anger, and let him go. She found out about it in the end and hated me as thoroughly as I wished. All contact between me and her was blocked. I also found out that that person was such a coward that she only got a beating, so I broke up with her. I really don't deserve it for her. Sometimes I feel that life is like a romantic drama. From the first year of high school to the second year, arts and sciences are divided into subjects, and classes are reorganized. She and I are actually in the same class. It's a pity that we are like enemies and have no contact with each other. She has a new boyfriend in class, a very nice guy. At first I still had heartache frequently, but then it gradually became numb. I tried to be friends with that boy, and I finally learned to let go and bless him. And she and he have always been together. Finally, after graduating from high school, I came to Changsha to study at university. I thought we would never meet again, but by chance, she added me back. We explained all the previous misunderstandings clearly, but we both knew that nothing could go back. Five years have passed, five years have passed since I broke up with her, and I am still alone. I once secretly came to her city to take a look at her from a distance, but that was all I could do, I had long lost the qualification to own her. I still love her, but I can't go back. Because we are young, everything can be forgiven. Why did everything end up like this? It was like a drama.

Keep up the good work. Sit back and wait

Because I accidentally read the author's book, I felt a lot of emotion. I remembered a lot of things from the past, but those memories of youth were gone forever. I can still recall her smile, but so what, it's all in the past. I still love her, but that's it. It's too late.