When I opened my eyes, the harsh sunlight was shining through the window, and I reached out to cover my eyes. The whole body was sore and weak, and there was a heart-piercing pain in the lower body. I was in the quilt, and there was no him next to me. There was a sound of water pouring from the bathroom, and it turned out that he was taking a shower. Smelling the faint scent of the quilt, that's his smell. Looking around the room, I felt like I was in a white world. White walls, white beds, white windows, and white curtains. The sun shines in and the whole room is bright. It has been said that you can tell a person's character from the circumstances in which they live. It's exactly in line with the feeling he gives people, sunny, holy. Yes, holiness. From the first time I saw him, I was lying on the hospital bed, watching him panic after the accident I thought it was funny, and then he sat on the chair of the hospital room and played with his mobile phone, he looked down seriously, and the kind of flamboyance when he talked to me. The second time I saw him, the day I was discharged from the hospital, he appeared in front of me like a prince, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, domineering me into the car, and generously gave me the rest of the money as compensation, promising that he would help me. The third time was at night, when he was surprised to see me, he angrily asked me why, forcibly took me to the bathroom cubicle, and angrily said why I didn't go to him. Later he followed me secretly, from school, to where I lived, and every weekend at night, he would pretend to drink at the bar, and after I got off work, he would secretly follow me and take me home. When he saw me turn around and disappear into the hallway, he would turn and leave. In fact, he didn't know, I hid in the corner of the corridor and watched his departing back, with a sweet smile on the corner of my mouth. So much, it turns out that we have been through so much, we have so many good memories. I fell into the memories and my heart was as sweet as honey. I didn't notice at all that the people around me were lying next to me and watching me laugh secretly.

"Hey, what are you laughing at?" I smiled and reached out and pretended to hit him. He flashed his head to the side, and his hand quickly grabbed mine, put it to his mouth, and kissed it softly. The soft touch reminded me of my lingering with him last night. With a red face, I withdrew my hand, but he grabbed it in his hand and stroked it carefully.

"Shy what, fool." He reached out and rubbed my already messy hair. I shrank my head in embarrassment.

"Xiaolu, be my girlfriend." He hugged me, and I rested my head on his shoulder, sniffing hard at the scent of his shower gel after his shower. There was no answer.

"Xiaolu, did you hear that?" He looked up, his eyes fixed on me, expectant. Before, I never thought that I would fall in love with someone so lightly. I looked him in the eye and nodded slightly. I saw the excitement in his eyes. This boy, he's still a child. He was so innocent that I thought I was a woman who had been through a lot.

His kiss rained down and made me shiver gently.

"Little Lu, little Lu. I like you. He kissed me lightly, and from time to time a muffled word or two came out of his mouth, but I knew he was saying, "Lu, I like you." I smiled, knowing how sweet it was.

"Shaoyang." I like you too. The unspoken words were swallowed up by him.

Luo Shaoyang, this handsome and sunny boy, as I guessed, he has a completely different world from me. He has a warm family, his mother is a lawyer, his father is a businessman, and he has a sister who is three years younger than him. His life was happy. He will not be like me, he has been worried about how to survive since he was a child, he has the care of his mother, he has a father to rely on, he has never encountered a day without money, he has not been looked down upon by others and has to live with self-esteem. And each of these is imprinted in my heart, making me understand that we are too different. He didn't ask me about my past, and I won't tell. I sue him that I only have my mother. I love her, she raised me alone and without a job. I remember vividly that we were kicked out by our landlord again and again, and my mother took me to wander the streets. The dim street lamp, my mother hugged me and sat down crying, cold, hungry, helpless. I'll never forget that feeling. Later, in order to have a fixed residence, my mother picked up rags and worked as a sanitation worker to sweep the streets. In winter, the cold wind was blowing, and she scooped a broom and swept the cold street alone, her hands were red from the cold, and the bloody wounds were cracked. She swept a few times and breathed a sigh. This is repeated all the time. I came home from school that day and watched her sweep the streets away, tears blurring my eyes. That lonely back is engraved in my mind, lingering for so many years. From that day on, I made up my mind that I must study hard so that my mother can live a good life. We don't want to live like that again. On the day my mother was diagnosed with liver cancer, I cried and fainted. My mother, I haven't honored her properly. I know she's tired. I went into the night to treat her.

Luo Shaoyang and I, we have different lives, but we came together. I don't know how far it will go, but I'll cherish every minute and every second I have with him.

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