Holding up the teacup in front of him, Qiu Han took a sip and said, "I was so old that year and I was very poor, so I understand the mood of people when they need money, so I will help you not need your reward!" Qiu Han looked at Murong Xiao with eyes fixed on her and didn't plan to speak up.

When Murong Xiao saw Qiu Han not ready to continue talking, she was a little anxious. In the panic, she said inexplicably: "Brother Han, I heard you crying sadly in the bathroom yesterday, and I also cried. This is the first time a man's crying made me cry with me. I think I can feel your heartache. Can you tell me what happened between you?"

When Qiu Han heard this sentence, he felt completely disrupted. She didn't know how to face the young girl in front of her. He was so stupid that he didn't refute and continued to talk to the lower part.

I am in the south of the Yangtze River, and she lives in the north of the Yangtze River.

A simple encounter also destined my current happiness and sorrow.

At that time, I was young and handsome, and my handwriting was pretty good. In the following time, I would write to her every day, and the letter paper was filled with endless lovesickness. I knew that I had fallen in love with this beautiful girl. The space for loving someone was endless. There were endless words and endless interesting things to say, as long as you want...

But she never wrote me.

After this lasted for more than 20 days, I suddenly didn't want to write anything and didn't want to say anything. I called her to look for her, but I couldn't find her. The shop owner always said that she was busy! She was busy, a little angry, and a little panicked. The terrible thing about the public phone is that you may not be able to find the person who left you to call her, and the boss will force her to hang up after more times.

Missing is bitter, not the taste of unsweetened coffee.

Life is very boring, and I feel like I am being locked in a cage.

Four days later, I was not working in the cottage, listening to the auspicious birds on the radio (radio program, broadcast time at 2 o'clock), listening to the lovesickness and blessings sent by others, I fell into silence. I should be unrequited love, I think.

"DidiDidi"

The sound of information broke my imagination: What's wrong with you? How are you okay if you haven't had any news from you for a few days? Let's meet in the evening, at Zhongjia Village Overpass, Ziyuyan.

At this moment, I couldn't help but burst into tears, and tears fell on my hands.

"Hanhan, are you at home?"

Uncle Lei----This is the nickname we all called him later.

"What's wrong?"

"On the way back, I met your fellow villager Afeng, and told you not to go out in the afternoon, he will come here later."

"Um"

Afeng and I are from the same village, elementary school classmate, and were born in the same year. They were good since childhood, about 1.75 yuan in size, and a short flat head on their dark face gives people a strong sense of motivation.

Oh! Yesterday you saw who I called crazy, Qiu Han added.

What the hell? Is it impossible to make trouble? If you don’t go out, it’s impossible. I’ll give you half an hour. Don’t blame me if you don’t come.

Perhaps it was God's pity, Afeng came very quickly. The first thing he said when he entered the door was: "What's wrong? He's in a bad mood. Who's missing you for this confusion?"

"I'm sorry, I'm fine. I have something urgent to go out. You can stay here by yourself."

"Tell me what to do first"

"Why?"

Turn around and walk away, grabbing the door and out.

"Wait a minute"

"So what's wrong?"

"Look at your work clothes?"

I stopped and looked at myself. Yes, the clothes have not been changed yet? After changing clothes, I only had those two sets of clothes. I worked hard these two nights and was too sleepy to rest during the day, so I was washing it?

There is no way to start with a bitter look

"I didn't change my clothes, so I just washed it."

"Tell me what to do first"

"Dating"

"What, are you in love?"

"Don't talk nonsense, do you borrow it or not?"

In this way, I solved the problem of clothes. She often talked about it after several years, thinking that when I first dated, I was wearing other people's clothes.

Dating is always full of expectations and fantasies. It seems that it is still early and there are more than 2 hours left before the agreed time. No matter what, I whistle all the way, sometimes running, jumping towards the bus stop and walk. Looking at the bus stop and walk, the waiting became more and more concerned. As soon as 537 arrived at the station, I rushed into the bus with a squirt.

Everything is so beautiful.

Vehicles flowing under the overpass, and pedestrians walking on the overpass will bring you a sense of happiness. They can't help but look in the direction she is coming, for fear of missing it. After all, we have only been together for a few hours. Will she remember me? Will I admit my mistake? Men on dates often have so many strange thoughts...

Time approaches the night as we look at it again and again. The street lights are lit with the driving headlights and the neon lights of advertisements, adding endless charm to the urban night. Waiting for someone is always extremely long, but it represents hope.

The red and white T-shirt and sea-water blue denim shorts were no different from the first dressing up. They were walking towards me step by step with a light face, getting closer and closer. After a gentle smile, they looked at me quietly and stopped talking.

I was directly petrified and stood stupidly, not saying anything. In the end, she spoke first: "What's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

"Ah, it's pretty good, what about you?"

"It's okay, I just thought you had something to do?"

"No, no, no."

What an empty dialogue. After the question-style question was over, I stood opposite each other and looked at each other quietly. After about two minutes, I scratched the back of my head and said stupidly, "Why do we better go to the Internet?"

"I won't go anymore, it's expensive, let's chat here, how great it's great."

"Okay, OK, have you received the letter I wrote to you?"

"Um"

“Is it happening every day?”

"Um"

"Do you watch it every day?"

"Um"

It’s still a question-and-answer chat, nnd, usually so cynical and awesome? Where did you go? Why are you so cowardly now? A simple encounter, but the girl in front of you pulled all your thoughts away. This should be what people often say about love at first sight, right? Well, I also believe in my love at first sight.

"Your handwriting is very good," she took the initiative to break the silence.

"Is that true?"

"Why did it disappear suddenly?"

"I……"

"Every day at 9 o'clock in the morning, people from the post office will send letters, and my colleagues are very envious."

"So, what did they say about you?"

"I won't tell you"

She started to smile naturally, so beautiful, with a little playful smell.

"Oh, then do you like it?"

"There were a few days when people from the post office had not been here."

I read a little loss from her tone. Later, as I grew up, I felt that this feeling came from the development of habits. I could write every day and send it to the post office every day. Suddenly I lost it, and I felt lost. Why did I suddenly use caution? Then I was really a mistake.

"Oh, I should receive it the day after tomorrow."

In the night sky of the metropolis, you can still see the stars and stars in the sky. Now it is shrouded in haze, and under the alternate flashing advertising lights, it seems that it can never be found again. The hustle and bustle of the city has become very quiet tonight, my world is near, and we have a wide range of chatting, each other's hometown, family situation, interests and hobbies, and dreams for the future. The topics are getting more and more, and it is as easy to talk about the past like old friends for many years.

We forgot the time and talked until the night was already deep.

"It's very late, I'm going back."

"Yeah, I'll give it to you."

The two of them walked side by side in the direction of her dormitory. I tried hard to write down all the representative signs on the road, for fear of missing one. I needed to know where he lived. I didn't want to become passive like last time and couldn't find her. For native people, this is easy. For the young people who come to the city to work, too many places always look so similar and easily get lost.

Walking side by side with the beauty you like is the easiest happiness. The hands of two people occasionally come together. I really want to hold them but I dare not. The difference in the ages and the care in my heart are both afraid of this feeling of fear and whether it will gradually move away from the opening of the ages.

"I have arrived".

"So fast"?

"Um"

"Then you go up"
Chapter completed!