The process of my relationship with her from general to familiar was when she had a birthday, when the National Day was approaching, and her birthday was on the National Day, and she invited all her good friends to celebrate her birthday in the group.

I wished her a happy birthday and I said I couldn't go, and she said she wanted me to go.

That year, I was a sophomore, I was twenty-one, and she was a year older than me.

She posted a few pictures in the group before her birthday, it was a photo of her, with an ancient theme that I liked, and I admitted, I fell in love with this girl.

Later, I asked her when she noticed me, and she said that every news she posted had my likes, so she found me, I listened, and my heart was sweet, it is true that not everyone will like them.

When I came home from vacation that year, I had an early holiday and no playmates, and it was a coincidence that she also came home, and I knew that she had a job, and I guess her workplace should have given her a holiday.

We both like to play games, she invited me to her house to play together, what a coincidence, we don't have friends, almost the New Year, I carried a carton of milk to her house in the name of New Year's greetings, that day, playing games for an afternoon, very happy, that is in addition to chatting on the mobile phone for the first time we are so close distance.

Sometimes, the warming of a relationship is like the take-off of a rocket, and the flames will keep the whole winter warm enough.

Since the beginning of the holiday, only her shadow has been left in her life, chatting and playing games every day, until the friends have taken a holiday one after another.

Later, we went to play and sing together, drank a lot of wine, laughed together, and were very happy, but not too much. She would play late, she would go back to her own house, and when it was so late, she couldn't sleep, and she would tell me a lot of her stories.

One time when I went back late, I asked her why she didn't sleep, and she told me that her parents quarreled, just because of herself, because her father didn't like her, I felt sorry for her, and I was anxious for her, and I had to comfort her.

She is not in good health, she likes to drink, drinking hurts the body, for the body needs to drink less, she can't drink less, and then I gradually understood, that time she and her best friend went to the bar, she called me, I decided to accompany her, listen to her best friend in her story, bumpy road, tortuous love, she shed a lot of tears, maybe because of the hazy drunkenness, may be empathy, that was the first time I saw this girl cry, I can't say how I felt, I can feel that she has a story.

In those days, there was a hazy feeling growing, it was the love of the young, it was the love of the elderly.

I admit that I like her to say hello to me every morning, and I will reply politely, just like the agreed routine, and then she will definitely tell me about the dream she had last night, she often has a lot of dreams, I like to listen to her, she told me that you are so talented, I tell you all my dreams that you will definitely have a lot of material for writing, I smiled happily, okay, I will write down all your dreams.

Then we had a new topic to talk about, but I didn't really like it.

She would send me some screenshots, she said that her boyfriend made her angry, I laughed self-deprecatingly, how could such a cute girl not have a boyfriend, I didn't ask, she told me.

The screenshot is the content of her boyfriend's apology to her, the content is very sincere, I think I am a girl and may forgive!

She asked me what she was going to do, how do I know what you were going to do, and although I hoped that you would fight out of control and break up, the text would change to "Since he is so sincere, it would be better if you forgive him", and God knows how uncomfortable I am.

The later development was unexpected, she complained to me almost every day that he was not, she said that he was very bad to her, and finally the screenshot she sent me became that she said to break up, and he became retained, and she was determined not to look back, I don't know if I should be happy.

Many times, we will have an illusion of love, we think that the ship has finally found the shore, but in fact, it is the old moon that pulls the wrong red line.

She broke up, and our relationship seemed to take another step forward.

Later, we decided to be together, it's funny, I like her, the words stop at the lips and teeth, but she picks it out first, she says I know you like me, she says she knows that I am a person who is not good at words, it is better than those who are good at words, I show it so obviously, she understands me like this.

I remember someone asked me later, who the two of you are chasing, and I only answered four words, and it was a matter of course.

It was the most memorable holiday, and it may not be in the future, but I don't regret it, a paragraph of text is enough for me to remember for a lifetime.

Later, she took a train to Shenzhen, far south, and she was like a lonely bird.

The night before she took the train, we went to see the lights together, went to the night market to eat barbecue, and ate a fried rice noodle with two pairs of chopsticks, which was the best rice noodle I have ever tasted.

That night the moon was very round, bright and cold, she was tired of walking, I carried her to the vicinity of the house, she hugged me and kept repeating the words, "I don't want to go".

I can't do anything about it, I know that you have been deceived by people with bad intentions, you are in debt, you have to leave in order to pay off your debts, it is easy to find a job in the south, and the salary is high, there is no other way, but you are still a girl after all.

The ferry port of separation, in the end, will become a lifelong waiting.

On the last night, on the way home, the moonlight was particularly dazzling, and I can still remember the cute way you mistook the moonlight for a lamp, and I can remember the silly way we shared a marshmallow together in the moonlight.

I don't know when it started, it can only become a picture scroll, and every stroke is a chaotic passing year.

At the end of the story, she is still her, and I am still me.

She went to the South, she had new friends, she kept changing jobs, she learned to dance.

We have become a different place, one point is a year, the last time we met, the last time we separated, but we will meet indefinitely.

She made a really good friend, and she went to the playground with her friends, went swimming together, went hiking together, went to the movies together, danced together, went to the beach together, and so many more, all of which she and I never had.

She said that she only had one friend there, and that she could rely on her friends to help her solve many things, and she was grateful to her friends.

So, we were all over the world, I was really stingy, I kept eating her friend's vinegar, I kept telling myself, it's okay to be generous.

That's right, her friend was a boy.

I interned, I took leave to go to her until the night before I took the train, she said something to me and I had a fight with her.

A girl once said that I had a shortcoming, that is, I had no temper, and I told her, how could I not have a temper, as long as I didn't touch the bottom line, of course I had a good temper.

She told me that day, she said that I went to find her, and I must not say that it was her boyfriend, because the little friends who knew her knew that she and her friends, talking about the partner together, and she knew that I was going to find her, and she told others that she had broken up with her friend's so-called object, and in a month she would naturally tell others that I was her boyfriend, and she said that she had her concerns.

I don't know what her logic is, I understand what she means, but the more I understand, the more uncomfortable it becomes, I don't understand why, just as it was on the night we parted under the moonlight.

I still went to find her, the water and soil in the south are really good, and she is getting more and more beautiful.

Later, I realized that this beauty did not belong to me.

I came back, and I went back to school with decadence and unwillingness, and the leave I took came to an end.

When we broke up, she said, "He likes her, he's pursuing her, he's good to her, and she's going to repay him", I don't understand how she's going to repay, I just said, "I give you freedom and I wish you happiness".

Later, there was a holiday, the vacation after the first internship, there was a girl who liked me and was with her, and later I found out that things are not people, and I still can't forget her.

I broke up, broke someone's heart, and I was free.

I deeply understand that maybe from now on, I can only look for flowers and ask willows, not talk about what love is, winter goes to spring and autumn again.

This year, I was twenty-two years old.