Chen Sheng once did a very sensational thing. He pre-sells his concert tickets one year in advance and is only available to couples. One person can get two seats for the price. However, a couple’s voucher is divided into a boy's voucher and a girl voucher. The two lovers will each save their own vouchers. After one year, the two coupons will work together. Of course, tickets sell fast. Maybe this is the way for both lovers to prove their love. "We have to spend a lifetime together." "One year, what is it." The name of this concert is: Do you still love me next year? Listening to simple questions, they are defeated by naked reality. In the second year. Chen Sheng has a special seat for couples. Really empty a lot of seats. Faced with that empty stool, with a strange apology on his face, he sang the last song and left him with sadness.
I have great feelings about this paragraph. Although I was watching this paragraph at the moment, my mind was back three years ago.
On that day, the sky was covered with a light rain, I ran in the rain and hurried to the school to report. It was in this school that I met my favorite people in this life. He was one level bigger than me and was called by the teacher to welcome us to these new students. We fell in love at first sight, and then we were together soon.
During the time that we both were together, we quarreled, clashed, and cold war, but we never abandoned each other. But just a year later, I agreed with him to test how much he loved him. We don't meet for a year, than to contact us. We can see if we will like others.
So, I applied to the school for a one-year exchange student's quota. Later, I successfully walked away as an exchange student. When you sent me away, I saw the sadness and sadness in your eyes. I The heart felt a little shaken. I got into the car and saw him gradually disappearing in my sight. I regretted this moment. I really regret it. What else can I do to reach this point? However, the tears flowed down. I leaned against the window gently and allowed the tears to fall. Maybe at this moment my body had been hollowed out. I took out my cell phone from my bag and it was complicated. Emotions sent you two text messages, but do not know if you have seen them.
"Do you still love me next year?"
"If you still love me a year later, just when I go back, in our frequented cafes."
After sending two text messages, I was unable to lean on my seat, silently shed tears, and looked at the city where he had gone.
I was exchanged to a school with a good environment. The people here are very good. But I only have him in my heart. I don't know what he is doing now. He is sick and nobody cares.
In this nearly a year, I have grown a lot. I'm brave, but I'm also accustomed to wearing a hat here. I don't know why I've become this. It may be because of the time. I want to open a lot of things. I also look down on the past. I don't know if you remember me from far away.
In the next three months, I will be looking forward to seeing you, but I am also afraid that you have already forgotten me. Then I spent three months with expectations and fears.
Three months later, I embarked on a car to return to school. But why did some tears flow in the car because of the tears that were about to see him? I just fell asleep while thinking about it in the car. When I arrived at school, it was the classmates in the school that had awakened me and handed me a tissue. Then I realized that I was crying.
The school had a lot of people to pick us up, but I didn't find him. I was very disappointed. Maybe I seem to be a little decadent now, and I followed them back to school.
After returning to school, I reported to the school about what had happened during this period of time when I was an exchange student. Later, I took a taxi to the place I had agreed with him a year ago. But anyone thought that there was a serious traffic jam on the road and it was late to two. Hours, when I went to the cafe, I didn't go in. I chose to go to the tea shop next to the shell cafe. I called a cup of tea and slowly drank milk tea in the tea shop, drinking from my cheek while drinking tears. Slipping down, the waiter in the tea shop kindly handed me a tissue.
In this way, I sat in the tea shop, sat, and inadvertently arrived at 8:00 pm, turned away from the tea shop, and walked toward our agreed coffee shop. I knew that he would not come. But he himself still had to open the scars. I gently pushed the door of the cafe with a heavy heart, and took a heavy pace toward the place I used to sit most often. I went to the row of seats by the window. I walked and walked a few steps. I stopped there. I was afraid to go forward and I was afraid that there was no one in the seat I wanted to meet. But I finally walked forward. I was pleasantly surprised to find that it was sitting in a person “is it him?” This sentence repeatedly asked myself in my heart that the man looked at the world outside the window and didn’t know if he felt me. Come on, slowly turn around, the moment he turned, my eyes can no longer suppress, and my cheeks drop down, it is him, really is him.
I hugged him excitedly, tears left in his shirt, he did not seem to mind like this, let me cry.
In this way, I cried for a long time holding him, he also held me for a long time. Finally, I suppressed my tears and stopped crying. He took a tissue and wiped the tears of his eyes. "I'm sorry, I was wrong. I will never do this again later." "Are you sure that you will not be like this again?" He looked at me and asked, "Really, really, I won't do it again." I looked in his eyes.
Whenever I remembered this memory, I always asked him "At that time, the shop was almost closed. Why haven't you walked yet?" "If you don't come, I dare not go." He held me in both hands. The face answered me, and at this time my heart was filled with sugar-like sweetness.
If there is anyone in Greece who asks me "will he love you next year?" I think I will answer you in a very firm tone. "Will, he will love me in this life."
For love, some people are for a second, some people are for a year, and I want to tell him that I love you for a second at first sight.