From sophomore year to senior year, I experienced six years and broke up after graduation for one year. Actually, I didn't want to go either, but my high school classmates insisted on pulling me, so I had to bite the bullet and go.
I couldn't sleep in the hotel the night before, so I stole a walk to the high school of that year and carefully reviewed all our memories.
The four-dollar Ma's Mala Tang that we always eat in the next night's self-study, the aisle we walked together, and the park we visited together have turned the video hall where we have seen Kung Fu into a SF Express.
It turned out that you could play for an afternoon for one dollar, and finally the billiard hall charged by time became an Internet cafe. I touched the basketball court that she refused for the first time.
So real, just like yesterday, she will never do it with me again. I really regret not treating her well. The time I should have spent with her in college was spent playing games.
The money that should have gone on a trip bought a computer. She spends most of her time with her roommate. Although I really should visit her every day in different schools, even if I just stay in the study room for a while, I choose once a week and once every half a month.
I regret not choosing a city with her and leaving her there alone. It is difficult to maintain noisy feelings. Let go. Soon she returned to her hometown, became a teacher, kissed and got married.
I didn't know the news until a week ago. I cried like a crybaby. I never cried like this when I broke up. I always thought I had a chance. I had planned to go back to my hometown to find her, but I couldn't bear the year-end award.
As a result, she was too fast. I'm unprepared. I have never heard that she is in love. I got the wedding date directly. I felt as if I had been hit by a hammer.
I went to my friend's house the next day and arrived at the hotel at eight o'clock. There were a lot of people, so I got a table with my high school classmates. The groom received her warmly. Is she handsome, a civil servant, and quite gentle? She is her type.
I looked him up and down when I shook hands with him. He felt very strange. Maybe he doesn't know who I am.
After the host was panting, she finally came out. It turns out that she looks so beautiful in a wedding dress. My classmates took care of my feelings and planned to refuel but stopped.
I dare not watch any more. Her father gave her to the groom, and she and her father cried bitterly. The groom also leaned in and hugged together, and the atmosphere reached a climax. Her father made a plain speech, and the groom confessed, "I will take care of you all my life."
Alas, this should be my line. Why did he steal my hero? Then, the host asked the bride if she would like to. It's all routine. And my whole person is absent-minded, my heart is hollowed out, and my lungs hurt quickly every time I breathe.
After a long time, the bride and groom came to our table to propose a toast. I looked at her. She avoided my eyes and talked and laughed with other students. She said a few irrelevant words and left. She wanted to say a blessing, but she couldn't say it.
Pale and speechless, the silly girl who vowed to have cold noodles with you for half a day was so dignified and elegant in her wedding dress.
The alcohol dispersed, and I quickly fled here. Back to my own city, I went on with my life alone until today.