Gu Yusheng took the ring, looked at it carefully for a while, then closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and began to talk to himself.

Tonight he was going to confess and propose to her, in the past few days, he had typed countless drafts in his heart, and he remembered those words well, but he didn't know why, after getting the ring, he became extremely nervous, and even several times, those drafts that had been carefully prepared, halfway through speaking, he forgot the words.

He had never been in love, and the people who stayed in the army were not so fancy, and even those drafts were organized after he racked his brains for a long time.

Instead of saying it to her in the evening, he should only remember two sentences, "I like you" and "we get married", and the rest of the words will be said in other ways.

Gu Yusheng's left hand knocked on the desk without rhythm, and in the crisp click, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and he had a new idea.

He could write down everything he had to say on a slip of paper, and then hide it in the futon while she went to the shower at night.

When she came out, as soon as she lifted the quilt, there were notes scattered all over the bed......

It's best if he prepares some red candles and lights them in the room, in ancient times, when he tied the knot, didn't he use red candles to set off the atmosphere?

In the flickering red light, she sat in the notes, looking at them one after the other......

The more Gu Yusheng thought about it, the better he felt, he put down the ring, found a pen and paper, and wrote non-stop.

"Before I met you, I never thought about getting married, and after I met you, I never thought about marrying someone else."

"I didn't think about love before, but now I only think about you."

"I obviously have no taboos, but you are the one hundred and one."

"I want to give you the latest good night, the earliest good night."

"I want to share a secret with you: I like you."

"For me, your name is Mrs. Gu, and you are also called Little Trouble, and you are also called ...... Gu Yusheng's sweetheart. ”

"I think in fifty years, shouting a little trouble, you can still reply to me."

"I don't want to think only of you every day, I want to see you every day when I think of you."

"Little trouble, I like you."

"The most beautiful love I can think of is the grandeur of the rest of my life because of you."

……

It wasn't until the sun was setting in the west that Gu Yusheng stopped writing, he took a file bag, stuffed the notes piled up on the table, and stuffed them one by one, and when he sealed it, he paused, picked up the pen, and wrote the last sentence.

"Little trouble, I would like to spend my life writing a romantic story for you, the content of the story is: from the day I met you, I only wish to begin, and there is no end."

……

has not yet confessed and proposed, as long as he thinks that the next days will be spent with small troubles, Gu Yusheng's mood becomes a little surging, he got up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looked at the still golden sunshine outside the window, and suddenly had an urge to get dark immediately.

Little trouble, you know?

When I was sure that the rest of my life was going to be spent with you, I longed for the rest of my life to come immediately.

Little trouble, you'll understand?

I only wish to begin, and there is no end, these eight words are my promise to you, except for life and death, there is no possibility to end the story of you and me.

Thinking of this, the corners of Gu Yusheng's lips hooked up a shallow smile, and even the whole person with him became extraordinarily gentle.

It's just that this kind of comfort and beauty hasn't lasted for a few minutes, and the mobile phone on the desk has been ringing endlessly.