In that year, he met her and fell in love with each other, but they were still young and didn't understand love. They naively thought that holding hands was an agreement. The Winter Solstice, a year later, the boy changed his heart and had the idea of breaking up. He gave up his studies, he was desperate to be a bad student, he felt very superior, rarely saw each other again, and their previous memories were forced to compromise and slowly ran aground. He is sometimes happy but forgets her concern, neglecting too much that he is more playful than at ease. She calmly accepts the fact that he left. She doesn't know what makes her still insist. Maybe she still doesn't understand a word called deterioration. Maybe it's just the beginning.
They each graduated and went to different cities, and the girl had a new circle of friends, and she began to learn to dress up. It was her emotional expectation that many people revolved around the boy. She no longer expected him to fulfill his promise at that time. She had seen that she would miss the beautiful love, but he had gradually regretted it, but he was not qualified to regret and was not qualified to say tired.
After a long time and a long time, time and love finally tied, the boy's critical notice has been issued, how he hopes this road can go again, and this memory girl seems to never want to look back, he came to her, but did not say his illness, just hope to be friends, but also to the old place to walk, the girl told him, everything can not go back, how can not go back, should feel that can not go back. He just smiled, bowed his head and shed a tear. At the last minute, he said to the girl's back: leave some place in your heart for me, to know that I love you. The girl turned around and had already burst into tears. Her heart swung on the swing before parting, and tears could only say sorry after turning around.
On the next day, the fairy tale was staged, in which the girl put the boy's body beside her, kissed it gently, put the letter on the head of the bed, and cut her pulse with a knife. She didn't cry, but smiled happily and left. When the sun lit up the room, the letter by the bedside looks very dazzling, with three lines in the letter, stupid boy, I love you, never change, don't be afraid, it is not complicated to go to the other side, there is me to accompany you all the way, in the next life, we must be happy. Time is not old, we will not break up.
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