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Chapter 49 So sweet, the first love letter

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    When we cry or mourn for the unbearable pain, as the wheel of time drifts away, driving forward, the pain left in place by us is just a faint back, blurred  Gradually, it became an illusion again.

    His memory of her was afterwards in pieces, like the bark of an old pine tree, like scales and lins.

    Many times, he tried to connect these fragmented memories into one big piece.

    He spread them flat, shook them, but they all fell apart, broke, and flew everywhere.

    These fragments, like the fragments in a paper bag he had kept for many years, were poems he gave her after that meeting, written by him, in a beautiful, glue-like notebook.

    Seal it in a large yellow envelope and send it over.  He is stupid, he doesn't even know her name, but he is persistent, like a simple and stubborn little boy.

    "Mom, mom, I want it! I want it!" His parents spoiled him, spoiled him, made him self-willed, and gave him whatever he wanted.

    However, he is sober, he likes her, but his mother can't be Yan Nan's master.

    "I can only rely on myself, I have grown up." He encouraged himself like this from time to time.

    However, everything that happened later was simply too painful for him. It is better to open his notebook and sketch it in circles during that period of pain, and we will generally know

    I like Yan Nan since the second year of high school.  I still remember that she often wore a ponytail, but suddenly one day she wore two beautiful braids, and she looked more energetic.  Her braiding action was immediately ridiculed by her friends, including Ma Nannan.  "Much younger, haha, like a little girl"

    Her face was still red and dark for a while, but the corners of her mouth were always pursed, which proved that she still liked these disguised compliments.  Her smile has a unique temperament. I don't know why I fell in love with her from that moment, and I never changed my arrogant idea.  For six years, for six years, this thought has made my heart ache continuously!

    Previously, it was only unrequited love, but not long after, one day I finally couldn't stand the pain of unrequited love, and it was time to confess to her.  It¡¯s been a few years, and every time I think of me, who was innocent and cute at that time, I¡¯m so stupid.  I wrote to her then but didn't know her name.  I simply wrote my name, and on a whim, used a carefully selected notebook to write the poems I had accumulated for many years, and confidently sent it to her desk.

    ?It¡¯s really not fair, is it because God deliberately tortured me, or did I do too many bad things in my previous life, so I will suffer in this life.  What happened later made me dumbfounded, but I couldn't cry when I wanted to cry.

    Previously, she was in the second row in the middle, at the door of the classroom, and she could be seen at a glance.  Every time I pass by the door of her classroom, I always take a quick glance.  What I often see is her head buried in writing something, and sometimes she is reading a book with her strong waist.  But during the two or three days when I sent the love letter, she disappeared, and her seat was always vacant.

    "What should I do? Is it because the love letter hindered her study?"

    I was so anxious that I was sweating profusely, and I was restless for several days.  When I was anxious and thinking wildly for a few days, I suddenly ran into her outside the teaching building again at night.  Her smile is still so sweet.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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