Chapter 2 First Acquaintance
Some people say: Every girl has loved such a young man, he comes in the wind, like a thousand trees blooming.
Yang Er is that kind of existence for me.
When I was a sophomore, there was a friendly basketball game at school, and Yang Er played as a forward, and I still remember the way he galloped on the court. His hair is flying in the run, and some are stuck to his forehead in harmony with sweat, fully interpreting the appearance of a hot-blooded young man.
Later, I learned that the young man who was like the wind was called Yang Er.
But I joked with my friend disapprenosingly: "If his surname is Zhu, won't he be called Zhu Er." ”
"If my surname is Zhu, I will be called Zhujiao."
And so he appeared behind me without warning, and we got to know each other in jest.
I blushed and apologized.
But he said, "Forget it, you are not the first person to think so, but you are the first to say this." ”
After speaking, the corners of his mouth raised a meaningful smile.
Later, Yang Er said that we didn't know each other if we didn't fight.
I retorted, "We never fought." ”
"Then it's called not saying that you don't know each other."
"Is that why you were attracted to me?"
"Sort of."
"Am I the one that attracts you the most?"
He thought for a moment: "Not really." ”
"What kind of people are most attracted to you?"
He just smiled and rushed to the pitch without saying a word, and I was once again his spectator, cheering him on, and quickly forgetting those conversations on that scorching summer day.
If it weren't for this breakup, I probably never remembered.
What kind of people are most attracted to Yang Er?
This became a must-have question for me every night before I went to bed.
Yang Er is one year older than me, and when I was a junior, he was already a senior and began to step into the society and plan for the future. Not only is he very good at the ball, but he is also excellent in his professional classes, and he always knows what he should do and what he is good at, and this is what fascinates me deeply.
Soon, he established himself in a large advertising agency, and stayed for five years, slowly rising from a small designer to a design manager.
He is heroic on the pitch, and he is never arrogant in life, all of which he has worked hard to achieve and has become a solid support for me. Both in life and money.
My major is garden art.
Although I found a job soon after graduation, but the salary was pitiful, I was very fortunate to have Yang Er at that time, he loved me and doted on me, so that I had no worries, and let me have no worries about food and clothing.
I often joke, "Am I being adopted by you?" ”
He said with a smile: "So the person surnamed Zhu is you." ”
I reacted for a long time and went crazy: "I'm not a pig, you sheep are too bad." ”
He grabbed me by the hand and said warmly, "Aren't pigs and sheep just a natural pair?" ”
His sudden affection caught me off guard.
"Will we ever be this good?"
"I guess so."
Should.
Yang Er is really a fine person, even if he was in love at that time, he still kept a clear head, so he didn't say "it will" at the right time. Perhaps at that time, he was full of uncertainty about our love.
For example, I also asked him another question: "How can I repay you for being so kind to me?" ”
He replied, "It's good to be with you." ”
"Why not make a promise?" I asked.
"I don't have the ability to give you a personal promise, but I'll try."
And I, unaware of it, were completely immersed in the love he had created for me, complacent.
He did work hard, worked hard, worked hard to make money, and came to this day step by step, but he never mentioned the matter of "making a promise by himself".
I didn't mention it again.
I didn't want all the good things to turn into a forced marriage in the end, and besides, I wasn't in such a hurry to get married.
Because, we still have a lot of unfinished love.
What I didn't expect was that those unfinished relationships could never be talked about again.
Although I will meet other people, if the object of this matter is not Yang Er, I will feel bored, and love has become a dispensable thing.
In the long past six years, our love has only survived for six years, and how short it is.
At night, looking out the window at a faint light, I raised my head and couldn't help crying again.