-
Add Bookmark | Recommend this book | Back to the book page | My bookshelf | Mobile Reading
Free Web Novel,Novel online - All in oicq.net -> Romance -> shadow play Text A fantasy story.
Previous page Return to Catalog Next page
- once having seen the best, the rest is not worthwhile looking. Sometimes it is too much for some people to only love one person in their whole life. Being able to fall in love with someone who loves you is a luxury.
(Friends who are reading this chapter are advised to turn on the music player, listen to "I Only Care About You" and read on.)
There was heavy snow in the sky, and the goose-feather-like snowflakes were extremely gorgeous. A slender boy stood on the snow, holding two cups of warm milk tea in his hands and looking around. He seemed to be waiting, but there was no trace of impatience on his face. With a gentle smile, a hint of evil flashed in his eyes. The gray cotton-padded jacket on his body has long since turned white, his long black hair slightly covers the corners of his eyes, and his long eyelashes have been dyed white by the heavy snow in the sky. His whole body has long since turned white, like a statue standing at a bus stop. The smile on his face never changed, and his already pale face had been blown away by the cold wind, making him look slightly sickly.
Just like that, with the cold wind blowing and the heavy snow falling, the boy waited on the street for another ten minutes. He took out a pack of white cigarettes from his pocket, held one in his mouth, lit it tremblingly, and smoked deeply. After taking a sip, his expression became even more lonely, his eyes full of vicissitudes of life, he looked at the intersection on the opposite side, and sighed. The boy's smoking posture was not handsome, but it had a confusing feeling, as if he had experienced many things, alone. How come there are so many things in his eyes? There is warmth, there is indifference, there is loneliness, there is unwillingness, and most of all there is sadness that makes people feel heartbroken.
A twenty-year-old boy exudes vicissitudes and maturity that only a forty-year-old man can have. The smell is like poppy, with a bewitching beauty. Good men are slowly tasted.
The most lovable man is a man who has a sweet mouth and a bad face, but always has a dead heart and only thinks about one girl in his heart.
A petite girl on the opposite side walked out of the intersection with a smile like a flower, bright eyes and white teeth, gentle and elegant, wearing a pink hat and a red cotton-padded jacket. She looked at the boy opposite and smiled hard when she saw the girl coming out. , the boy's face finally warmed up, and he turned away from his previous morbidity and loneliness. He grinned at the girl, threw away the cigarette butt, and ran towards the girl.
The boy ran over and took the girl's little hand, held it in his palm, stretched his head over and opened his mouth to breathe in the heat, while he put the milk tea into the pockets on both sides of his cotton-padded jacket, holding up two big bags.
"Is it cold?"
"Um."
"Come here, my husband will warm you up. If it gets cold again, put it in my husband's arms. It will be very warm inside."
The boy looked at the girl dotingly, with an expression of pity on his face, as if he wished he could put the girl into his heart. Maybe only in this way can he better prevent her from being hurt at all.
The girl has a happy and sweet smile on her face. Obviously, love will make the IQ of men and women who fall into this way become almost zero. The two people have now fully proved the correctness of this conclusion.
"Here, I still have milk tea in my pocket. It's hot. Hold it in your hand to keep it warm."
The boy magically took out two cups of steaming milk tea from his pocket, handed them over to the girl, opened them, scratched the girl's nose, and said with a smile: "Little lazy cat, I know you only want coconut kernels and not pearls, okay?" Let it go, but at that time I asked to replace all the pearls saved with coconut flakes, haha."
The girl kissed the boy affectionately on the face, then she also giggled and said, "Well, I just wish you knew my husband. Be good and give me a reward."
Two people write a romance that only belongs to two people in the ice and snow. In their eyes, there is only each other and no one else. How many youth can a person have in his life, and can he squander it unscrupulously? Maybe in the eyes of those rich people, they are just poor and happy. They can drive a luxury car and listen to the violin in a cafe and be romantic, but what's wrong with being poor and happy? Ordinary may not be true.
Seeing the girl¡¯s naughty expression, the boy couldn¡¯t help but stretched out his hand and pinched the girl¡¯s nose again, which showed his love for the girl.
The two of them were wandering silly on the street, with heavy snow falling from the sky, falling on the two of them. The snow was white, and the vast expanse of white looked very dreamy. Just like the love between the two, there was no trace of anything. Impurities, pure snow white.
Obviously, every delicate movement of the boy will cause a burst of cute expressions in the girl, and every cute and naughty expression of the girl will affect the boy's heart. Details determine everything. Enjoy the taste of love before marriage, and enjoy the trivial matters of daily necessities after marriage. Before entering into marriage, own him (her) freely.
"Husband, do you love me?"
The girl blinked and looked at the boy and asked, obviously attaching great importance to this question and looking forward to it. Although she asked it many times, she always took the trouble to hear his answer. "like."
|Although the girl has to ask this question every time, and takes the trouble to ask this question every time she comes out, the boy is still not impatient at all, and always looks into the girl's eyes with a smile and answers every time.
"How much love?"
"extremely love."
"No, this answer is very general."
Girls don¡¯t intend to let boys go just like this. Every time they ask this question, they always like to struggle with the boy until they hear the answer that they are satisfied with.
"I love you very much, I love you to the core. I love you so much that if I am not with you for a minute, my thoughts will drift to you. I will miss you every minute and every second. Will you be thinking about me too?" .Every day before going to bed, I will think about whether you are asleep, and the phone will be open for you every day. If I don¡¯t contact you for more than a day, I will be upset. If I lose you one day, my heart will hurt. "
When the boy said these words, he stared at the girl's eyes and answered, because he firmly believed that the eyes are the windows of the human soul. If you tell lies, you will see subconscious dodge in a person's eyes.
"Losing you makes my heart hurt. It hurts so much that I can't breathe. Although it feels numb, every time I see the things you gave me, I am always inexplicably happy when I see us together on the street. The roads I have walked, the coffee shops I have visited, and the restaurants I have eaten at, I will tell myself in my heart that this is the place I have been to with you, and it belongs to our past."
The girl was obviously deeply in love. She stared into the boy's eyes, hugged the boy's head with her hands, and slowly kissed the boy's mouth with her lips. The boy did not dodge, but also moved his mouth to the girl's. kissed her little mouth.
When you fall in love with someone to the deepest level, you are reluctant to leave him every minute. Captivate your heart, look forward to looking back, and want to be by your side for the rest of your life.
When the kiss ended, both of them were out of breath. How to breathe during a long kiss was still a technical job. The girl looked at the boy slyly, stretched out her little hand and hooked her fingers to signal him to come over to her ear, and said with a sweet smile: "Have you missed me these days?"
"Think about it."
"How many times have you thought about it?"
The girl asked the boy with a pink face. She was obviously still very thin-skinned. She said this naked provocation and got into the boy's arms with a cry. She blinked against the boy with her eyes exposed and waited for the answer.
"once."
¡°Tsk, it¡¯s just once.¡±
The girl was obviously very dissatisfied with the answer. She hummed, but did not leave the boy's arms because she knew he would not let her down.
"While breathing."
After the boy finished speaking, he looked at the girl meaningfully, but his smile was like a proud little fox, which caused the girl to give him a few light hammers on the chest as punishment.
¡°Huh, let you whet my appetite.¡±
Although the words were unforgiving, it was obvious that the girl's eyes were misty. Although they were just words of love, she knew that he would do it because he never lied to herself.
"Hehe, how can my husband be willing to make you sad? How can I have a woman like you? I am lucky to get it, but I will lose my life."
"You are my man, and I am willing to be your woman. You are not allowed to talk about yourself like this in the future. In my heart, you have always been the best. Even if you are not the best in the eyes of others, in my heart, you It is always the one that suits me and is what I cherish the most.¡±
After saying this, the girl's eyes were filled with tears and she was about to cry. The boy looked at the girl with a wicked smile, pinched her nose to signal not to cry, took her hand, and walked forward slowly step by step, just like that. Walk down the street, in the wind and snow.
The boy looked at the girl and felt emotional. He couldn't help but feel that he was really lucky. Nine times out of ten, life would be unsatisfactory. If he could get this woman, what more could he ask for?
At the end of the milk tea, there were some coconut pellets left in the cup that could no longer be sucked up. The boy did not show any pretense, nor did he have the slightest consciousness of shying away from the crowd. He tore off the film on the cup and directly used a straw to drink it. He picked up the coconut kernels one by one, put them in his mouth, and chewed them with relish. The girl was already used to his carefree character, and she didn't feel any distracting thoughts such as shame. She loved someone no matter what he did. , are all good. On the other hand, the pedestrians passing by on the street stared at the boy as if they had seen something interesting, but the boy simply ignored him and continued to do what he should do. For those noble people, all he can do is silence, because silence is the highest contempt. He never felt that there was anything embarrassing or inappropriate about doing this. He just wanted to eat it, so why should he care about other people's opinions?
Whenever someone treats a boy¡¯s careless characterWhen commenting, the girl is always silent. You don't understand his world, only I understand it.
So girls never participate in other people¡¯s evaluation of boys. No matter what others say, she just smiles and then continues to remain silent, never expressing any opinions. Those who understand do not need to explain, and those who do not understand do not need to explain.
As they walked on the road, they vaguely heard a girl asking a boy, "Who will you save if your mother and I fall into the sea?"
The boy was submissive and didn¡¯t give an answer for a long time. The girl turned around and left angrily.
Hearing this unanswered question, the boy suddenly turned around, stared into the girl's clear eyes, and asked a question he had always wanted to ask. "Why didn't you ever ask me who I would save if I had to save someone? Don't you want to ask this question?"
The girl stared at the boy's pale face, stretched out her little face to touch his face gently, and said softly: "I won't ask, and I don't want to ask, because there is no comparison. Some love is incomparable. Between husband and wife, The love between father and son, the love between mother and son, cannot be compared at all. The girl who asked this question is an idiot enough. Comparing other people's mothers with herself is asking for trouble. question."
After hearing the answer, the boy's eyes were moist, he hugged the girl and murmured: "Thank you, thank you."
The girl was obviously also infected, and she hugged the boy's back more affectionately. The two hugged each other tightly, and for a moment, it felt like there were only two people in the world.
While the two were deeply in love, a little girl selling flowers came by the roadside. She seemed to be about 10 years old. She tugged on the boy's clothes and asked timidly: "Brother, do you want flowers?"
The boy let go of the girl, looked at the little girl selling flowers on the street on a snowy day, showed an honest smile, and said softly: "Little sister, how much do you have for one flower?"
"Ten dollars."
"How many flowers do you have here?"
"20 flowers"
"Okay, I will take out one flower and give you the money for 20 flowers. You can give the remaining 19 flowers to the person you want to give them to the most."
After saying that, the boy took out 200 yuan from his wallet and handed it to the little girl. Then he took out one and gave it to his girlfriend who had been walking with him on the snow.
"Thank you, big brother."
"You're welcome. You can go and send flowers to the person you want to send them to the most."
The boy gave the little girl a faint smile and gave flowers to the destined person. One flower is enough to represent his heart. I believe she will not blame him.
The little girl took one out of the basket and gave it to the girl standing next to the boy. She smiled sweetly at the girl and said, "Big sister gives it to you. You are so beautiful."
The girl was obviously flattered. She did not expect that the girl would take one out of the basket and give it to herself so simply. She responded with a sweeter smile and whispered to the little girl: "Thank you for the flowers, you are more beautiful."
"Big brother, big sister, goodbye."
"goodbye."
The two of them waved goodbye to the girl in unison. Looking at the little girl's figure swaying in the wind, they both felt an indescribable sadness. Coexisting with it was a touch of warmth. She was really a kind girl.
"You don't blame me for only giving you one flower, right?"
"Yes, so you have to give me a flower shop another day."
¡°Okay, you will be the boss and I will be the boss¡¯s wife.¡±
"It's a beautiful thought."
The two people burst into laughter at the same time, but both of them had a little tenderness on their faces. Maybe, this is love?
They already have it. I wonder if you are working hard to have such pure love? For those who do, I wish you the best. For those who don¡¯t, you can try to keep working hard and believe that there is still true love in this impetuous society, but you haven¡¯t met it yet. If you firmly believe that there will be. Because I have always believed it. God never forgets everyone, as long as you keep believing.
When a woman is a girl, she grows up in the warmth of her family, the care of her parents, and lives a carefree life. At that time, she is happy.
"When a girl marries a man who doesn't care about her appearance, who holds her hand and grows old together with her, and who loves and cares for her all the time, she is still happy at this moment.
When a woman has a child, and the child is sensible and filial, and comes home after work to help brush chopsticks and wash dishes, rub her shoulders and beat her back, she is still happy at this moment.
"When a woman has become an old man, with gray hair, and has to use a cane to support her walking, and she has a wife to accompany her for a shaky walk under the sunset to watch the sunset, then her life will be happy.
The boy pulledThe little girl's little hands are humming songs all the way around the street looking for a restaurant to eat, while the girl is a well-behaved and obedient boy, not afraid of heavy snow or cold hair, because she is with the person she loves. , no matter where you are and under what circumstances, you are happy.
When the two of them were walking on the street with sweet looks on their faces, suddenly a limited edition Rolls-Royce extended-edition sedan stopped in front of them, and several tough men in black suits got out of the car. , stretched out his hand to open the car door, and out came a dignified middle-aged man with a standard short haircut and a fitted Versace suit. He held a gentleman's stick in his hand and said to the girl: "Get in the car and go home."
The girl refused to obey, but at this time the boy could only hold the girl's hand tightly, stood up and stood in front of the girl, and asked the middle-aged man: "Who are you?"
"I am her father, is this a good reason?"
The boy was at a loss for words and didn't know how to answer. He always knew that her family background was rich, but he didn't know that it was so rich. Just the Rolls-Royce behind her made many people sigh.
However, the boy did not give in. He just bowed slightly at 90 degrees without any panic or fear. He just said lightly: "Hello uncle, I am her boyfriend."
¡°Obviously, the boy¡¯s words surprised both the girl and the middle-aged man. They didn¡¯t seem to expect that the boy was so bold. The girl held the boy¡¯s hand tighter. The boy turned around and smiled, indicating that he didn¡¯t have to be afraid. I have everything.
The middle-aged man looked at this boy carefully and found that he didn't have any advantages that he could find. The only thing he felt was that he had a warm affinity. Obviously, this was not enough to qualify him as his daughter's boyfriend.
"Do you think you are qualified to be her boyfriend?"
The man's tone became a little serious, and he exuded an invisible pressure that oppressed the boy, but the boy did not give in. He smiled faintly, and his demeanor changed suddenly. From the indifferent tone at the beginning, he became domineering, with a feeling that was vaguely overwhelming to the middle-aged man. the trend of.
"I don't have it now. In three years, I will."
"Then just wait three years before you become my daughter's boyfriend. You can leave now. You are not allowed to touch my daughter for three years. Let me see your changes after three years."
The girl was obviously excited when she heard this answer. Tears flowed down her face and she begged the man, "Dad, let us be together."
"No, within three years, you must listen to me. Maybe I will give him a chance after three years."
"dad."
The girl continued to plead, tears streaming down her face. The boy stretched out his hand to wipe away the girl's tears. His voice changed a little, and he said softly to the girl: "Be good, be obedient, and wait for me for three years. After three years, I will go to your house to propose marriage." .¡±
The middle-aged man motioned to the men in suits to come forward and drag the girl away. The boy pushed her away and looked at them arrogantly, saying in an arrogant tone, "You have no right to touch my woman."
After saying that, he looked at the middle-aged man with fearless eyes. The bodyguard wanted to step forward to take action, but was kicked away by the boy's right foot. He came up again, but the boy was still not afraid. He hit one by one, either kicking him away or kicking him away. Knocked down with one punch, in short, none of the three people could survive two rounds at the hands of the boy. The middle-aged man looked at the boy in surprise. He knew that his bodyguard had extraordinary strength. It seemed that he had really underestimated him. .
"Let her come with me, and I'll give you an honest chance."
"Thank you, uncle, I think I will."
He turned around and wiped away the girl's tears, hugged the sobbing girl, and whispered in her ear: "Be good and wait for your husband with peace of mind for three years. After three years, your husband will go to your house to propose marriage openly, and then no one will stop you. Kill someone, kill Buddha if you stand in your way. Get in the car and follow dad."
The girl nodded obediently to the boy, stopped crying, and said to the boy with a choked sob: "Husband, you have to take care of yourself, I will wait for you, I will be very good and obedient."
After saying that, he turned around and got into the middle-aged car, but the tears still didn't stop. He watched the boy enter the car with reluctance. He lay on the car window and looked at the boy. His tears kept falling and he murmured: "I will Obedient, I¡¯ll wait for you.¡±
The middle-aged man looked at this extraordinary young man and was full of curiosity about him for the first time. He was also full of expectations for the agreement three years later. What kind of miracle would he bring to himself? Leave it to him and you can rest assured. Seeing his daughter crying like this, as a father, he couldn't bear it, but as a parent, you must always be responsible for your children.
"Young man, I'm waiting for you. Three years' appointment."
"I will go and give you an unexpected surprise."
After saying that, the middle-aged man got into the carriage and was beaten by the boy.The bodyguard also got into the car, and the domineering Rolls-Royce gradually disappeared in front of the boy's eyes, disappearing bit by bit. And the girl's heart-wrenching gesture before leaving was deeply engraved in the boy's heart. There was only one belief in his heart, waiting for me.
Finally, after the car disappeared, the boy's tears flowed down unbridled. Who said that a man can't shed tears easily? It's just that I haven't reached the sad point yet. There is a dull pain somewhere in my heart, as if there is a heartbreaking feeling slowly spreading in my heart.
It¡¯s still the same as before, leaving the boy alone in the snow. After three years, will you still wait for me where you are?
PS: The inspiration I got from watching the snowflakes at the door of the house last winter is just a show off. Ha ha. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
- Previous pageCatalogNext page