Of course.

Hey ... I love you.

Are you wearing the bracelet I gave you now?

Hmm.

I love you too.

The first time he gave me a gift, he should have folded the sailboat himself.

In the future, we will buy a real boat and travel around the world together.

I lowered my head and leaned my head on the desk for fear that others would see me cry.

Our hands are clenched under the table. We were seventeen and a sophomore that year.

That night, in the Woods behind the school, I gave him my first gift.

You close your eyes and I'll give you something nice.

He obediently closed his eyes and his long eyelashes trembled.

My lips left his face and asked him.

Okay？

He opened his eyes, didn't answer, just hugged me.

Don't answer, his lips are already telling me.

I didn't sleep a wink for a whole week in college.

Just to give him a scarf he knitted at Christmas.

Your neck is long and straight. You must look good in a scarf.

As a result, he wore it until spring, and a rash broke out on his neck early.

He took my hand and put a peach-core bracelet on me.

I saw that his hands were covered with scars, which were injured while making bracelets.

It looks good to wear bracelets on your hands. I'll give you a crystal, as crystal clear as your skin.

Later, I heard that he was criticized by the school because he climbed all over the school peach trees in order to pick some peaches.

From then on, I made him my life. He said I was all he had.

Love, love forever.

Although poor, always poor.

But happy, always happy.

After graduating from college, we all have jobs.

Still poor, but never forget to give gifts to each other.

That's our love.

The first month's salary, excluding living expenses, I took out all my money and bought him a necklace.

I put it around his neck and blushed because I was very excited.

Your neck is still so straight and so long. This necklace is really beautiful.

Sitting at home and blushing at my parents is because I'm embarrassed.

Mom and dad, I won't give you money this month, but I will give it next month.

I was almost ecstatic when he put the black crystal bracelet on my hand.

It's just too big, not as heavy as I thought. I began to doubt its color.

Is this ... really?

He smiled and turned red in an instant.

I don't have enough money this month I bought this glass at the stall.

He felt a little wronged, as if his love had been discounted at once.

But hold him tight, hold him tight.

At that time, we called each other after work, and the first sentence was always.

Are you wearing the necklace I gave you now?

Of course.

Hey ... I love you.

Are you wearing the bracelet I gave you now?

Hmm.

I love you too.

Give yourself to him for the first time, and it will follow.

I lay in his arms with my fingers around the necklace on his chest.

This necklace is mine, it is yours and I am yours.

I suddenly sat up and looked at him straight.

You should wear this necklace at any time. Don't throw it away. If we lose our love, everything will be over.

He smiled and nodded, reaching for my wrist.

Where is the bracelet I gave you? I don't want you if you lose.

I let out a cry and rushed into the bathroom.

I'm not used to taking things in the shower, so I have to take off my earrings.

I thought life would go on like this.

But you can't.

Just can't.

He is rich, he has become fat, and his neck is not as long and straight as before.

The necklace is worn around his neck, like a collar.

I am old and ugly, and the skin of my wrist is not as smooth as before.

I feel that fake black crystal bracelet is getting heavier and heavier and I want to take it off.

But I am afraid that love will be taken off.

He stopped looking at me. He wants to take off the necklace.

I am determined, crying and making noise.

Don't you dare take off that necklace!

Although I know that the price of a shirt is five times that of that necklace.

We all forgot to buy gifts for each other after we suddenly found ourselves rich.

After taking a bath, I saw him lying in bed. With a sigh, I still lay down beside him.

He played with the black crystal bracelet in his hand and didn't look at me.

I scoff at this.

How do you remember the glass bracelet you gave me?

He handed it to me, turned off the light and went to bed without saying a word.

I put on my bracelet, and for the first time I found it too painful to sleep.

Open your eyes in the dark, and so does love.

That's all.

The next morning, in his car, they still said nothing.

I raised my left hand, and the water chain was dangling on my wrist.

It turns out that love is like this water chain, a bargain or a bargain.

He closed his lips and did not look at me.

I just turned and looked at him.

Why are you doing this to me now? Where do you think what you said went?

I reached for his shirt and he yelled at me.

What do you want? Drive!

What about the necklace? Where is the necklace I gave you?

He stopped and reached out to touch his neck.

Wow; Gee ... I don't know when it fell.

His indifference makes me sad. Your body can't stop shaking.

As I said, that necklace is mine. If you lose it, you lose me.

He is getting impatient.

Don't make trouble.

I am resolute, and the resentment accumulated in how much time erupts instantly.

My hand was spinning around him, thinking that even if you said you were sorry.

He couldn't bear it, turned around and grabbed my hand. But I didn't see a truck flying across the street. ...

When I woke up, I only saw myself covered in blood. He had fallen to one side and lost his voice.

Our car was knocked down the hill and reversed at the foot of the mountain.

Telephone? I can't find it.

Car door? Can't open

The window? It is broken. It can't go down

What are we going to do? My hands groped back and forth, but I couldn't find anything hard.

Except for the black crystal bracelet on your wrist.

I took off my bracelet, wrapped it in a silk scarf, grabbed it and smashed the window. ...

Woke up again, already lying in the hospital.

The doctor and the policeman stood by my bed.

I'm fine except for some bruises and injuries on my hands.

The police told me that he was buried in his chest by the steering wheel and stopped breathing as soon as he arrived at the hospital.

I can't speak, and I feel as if I have been evacuated.

The young policewoman handed me the black crystal bracelet in her hand and looked envious.

This black crystal bracelet is really beautiful! !

I gave a light smile.

Fake.

Fake! You don't say! You used it to break the window and escape. Colleagues with good things went to the jewelry store to ask, but this is a genuine black crystal.

I took the bracelet and was speechless.

When I got home, things became wrong.

A double bed with no one to accompany me.

I threw myself at the place where he once lay crying.

Open his nightstand and try to find his trail.

Only to see another black crystal bracelet, the fifth crystal from the left has a broken corner.

I stole it in an hour.

He changed my bracelet. I don't know yet.

I thought he didn't love me.

Ridiculous!

That's ridiculous.

I opened the bedside table, and there was a present for him.

That necklace!

I secretly took off his necklace that night, just to see his reaction. ...

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Senior three: Watch and eat.