Sister is a science, some people like to smash with money, some people like to stalk, some people are sullen, only engage in secret love, and some people like to go straight to the point and say I love you, I am a highly intelligent person with authentic higher education, and I like to cheat.

At the age of sixteen, I understood the true meaning of deception.

At that time, boys and girls had already begun to fall in love in romance novels, and in the hormone-filled youth, in order to chase girls, those who had money bought snacks every day to give to the girls at the same table, and the thick-skinned ones said with great fanfare that they liked so-and-so, trying to possess public opinion, sullen crushes, and would write the girl's name in the diary, and the bold ones would block the girl's door after school, stalking.

All kinds of routines, everything, youth seems to be in chaos, and adults will not be so bold.

At that time, I had already used deception to harvest my first love.

I told her that she had lost her father since she was a child and had grown up alone. said the vicissitudes of suffering, and asked her to keep it secret for me. To this day, I remember her watery eyes, her affirmative nod to me, and I looked down to see a pair of surprisingly developed breasts.

I secretly swore that even for this pair of breasts, I would cheat until one day after school, we held hands and met my dad...

My dad didn't say a word and just kicked it, as if he was afraid that I would dirty the girl's little hands, and the girl was suddenly stunned, and immediately mended the knife, didn't you say that you don't have a father? As soon as the words fell, my dad was facing the second kick.

It was also from that time that I seemed to have gained enlightenment, found a new way among my sisters, and used deception to gain many ex-girlfriends. And life seems to be cheated, so unreal.

"Today's rewriting of first love? is so small and fresh, is the author of Xiao Huangwen good?"

I was startled by the voice behind me, I didn't have to turn around to know who it was, in the company, her favorite thing to do was to ridicule me, she was my colleague and senior sister, Wutong.

"I'm a bachelor who writes bed scenes every day, and my body can't bear it. I casually handed the chocolate on the table behind me, and my little white hand reached over tacitly, and before I could take the opportunity to rub the oil, the back of my hand was hit.

The same scene, repeated several times a day, Senior Sister Wutong can always see the moves. She smiled and ate chocolate, crossed her long legs, sat down on my desk and said, "What do you mean, there is a new goal?"

I nodded: "Nothing can escape the eyes of the senior sister." ”

She immediately said coldly: "I don't agree!"

I was anxious: "Sister, I've been single for a long time. ”

"Last time I helped you as a wingman, you promised to invite me to dinner but didn't do it, this time, hehe, no way. She smiled close to me, taking my stance.

I scratched my head and said bitterly: "How can you invite you to eat for a month, you are bullying your junior." ”

She saw that I was convinced, and I didn't have a condescending appearance, so she turned around and smiled: "Don't think I don't know that you are pretending to be wronged, little liar, I just hate you for cheating on girls' feelings, you can't be serious once?"

"Just kidding! I'm serious every time, okay?" I spread my hands, pretending to be helpless, she glared at me, and said angrily: "I'm too lazy to listen to your explanation, I don't have a word of truth, let's say, where are you going?"

Seeing that she didn't embarrass me anymore, I finally breathed a sigh of relief and flattered: "Hehe, it's still early, today is to tell you in advance, and I will continue to step on it in the afternoon." ”

After eating the chocolate, she didn't forget to snatch my snacks and take them away, and before going out, she suddenly turned around and asked me: "Gaoni, the first love story on today's official account is written about yourself, right?"

"I said yes, do you believe it?"

"Liar!

With the sound of high heels, I looked at Miaoman's back and sighed slightly, my senior sister's name is Xiao Wutong, she has a pair of proud long legs, she has a pair of big eyes that flash your heart, she has long flowing hair, and she also has a pair of C......

She has too many advantages of women, but she is a chili pepper that people dare not swallow, hey, I understand the temper of the senior sister, after meeting in college, she has a hot temper, I am thick-skinned enough, several confrontations have not been decided, over time I sympathize with each other, as confidants, we hit it off and became a ...... Good brothers!

After graduating, she pulled me into this company on the grounds of taking care of her younger brother, responsible for copywriting and public account writers, and mainly writing love (bed) feelings (up) stories, and later I learned that this company couldn't recruit people because the salary given by copywriters was too low.

Hey, I often walk by the river, how can I not get my shoes wet? Routines others are finally tricked, admit planting, and want to resign? Do you believe that the senior sister can pinch my third leg with her own hands!

In this way, as if I had signed a deed of sale, I worked hard and received the minimum wage, and the only consolation was that my senior sister would indulge me in occasional absenteeism.

In the afternoon, after taking the subway for a whole hour, I arrived at this coffee shop called a cup of time, what happens when a cup of coffee happens?

I'm a liar anyway, believe it or not.

I think the owner of this shop understands the truth that the aroma of wine is not afraid of the deep alley, from the first time I came, I completely liked it here, not afraid of the long way, and became a frequent customer, and other people are probably like this.

It can attract literary and artistic young people who like mood, and today's heroine is also a different girl.

Spring is the season when it is easy to get sleepy, especially the afternoon sun, and with the atmosphere of the coffee shop, I am a little sleepy waiting.

I don't know how long I closed my eyes, but I woke up almost suddenly, and my mind was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and I looked up at the door, where she had just entered.

The plot is destined to be the same, which makes me a little excited, I don't believe in fate, but it's okay to occasionally take it out and explain things I don't understand.

White face and red lips, thin eyebrows and long hair, a small and fresh dress, a quiet look, with a little light mature woman's taste, walking is not in a hurry or slow, her eyes never pay attention to others, as if the whole world is only herself, alone, leisurely.

My eyes followed her to sit not far away, familiar with the fresh milk, this girl came to the coffee shop, did not drink coffee but drank fresh milk, and then she opened a book. I didn't have to look at the title to know that the book was called "Rodin on Art", and she had been reading it for more than a week.

This is the seventeenth time I have come here to wait for her, about a month ago, because the code word was not inspired, I found this store on Weibo, that is, that day, I saw her for the first time, as if it was like a clear spring flowing in front of me, which made people feel a little unreal, and I couldn't say what I felt.

I pondered it again and again, only to understand that this is probably called aura, some people's aura is as strong as a queen, and some people's aura is as quiet as a lifetime.

I don't know why, the first time I indulged in her aura and wanted to drink this spring water.

After seventeen times of stepping on the point, and then it took a day, I made a detailed handwriting and summary, the girl only comes in the afternoon every day, the time is uncertain, just like her, according to the mood. Definitely not coming on weekends because there will be a little more people, which I appreciate because I also like to be quiet.

There will be a habit of makeup, basically light makeup and red lips, clothes with seven times of change, often wear a jewelry bracelet, every time you must order fresh milk, occasionally eat your own fruit, according to a store manager chat, is a coffee shop regular customer for half a year, as well as visual estimates of height, weight, measurements and other records.

This afternoon, she still read quietly, and after reading for a while, it seemed boring, maybe she was also a little sleepy? put down the book, occasionally looked out the window, occasionally picked up a pen, and wrote and drew on a tissue.

I suddenly felt that she was thinking something today, and she couldn't calm down and read a book, just like when I was uninspired to code.

I sat not far from her, looking at her directly, my slender fingers turning the pencil, turning my face sideways to look out the window, biting my red lip, thoughtful, a little playful.

But this is completely different from what I thought today, the seventeenth time I came here, we met twelve times, the coffee shop in the afternoon, there were only a few customers, even if she didn't care about the surroundings, she should find a me who appeared every time, I expected that today's plot should have an occasional eye contact, from strangers to familiar strangers, so that I can proceed to the next plot.

But all the rude eyes, the straightforward eyes, were successfully avoided by her, so ignorant, so casual, she kept looking out the window.

Damn, this is not the same as the script, huh?

Even the development of the acquaintance of the hero and heroine has hit a wall, how should I explain to the audience, how to explain to the senior sister? The momentary impulse in my heart seems to disrupt the content of the script, and I can't bear it.

Just as I was hesitating, the person in front of me had already packed up his things and left silently, leaving only a shadow for me.

Again to my surprise, because today, she left early, and she would sit for more than an hour every time, less than half an hour today.

I stopped the waitress who was cleaning up the table and found the tissue she had scribbled on, a small line of blurred text on the messy paper.

The moment of acquaintance may be the beginning of growing old together, or it may be the countdown to a breakup.

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