I've been wondering if I could see him again, wouldn't all the stories have a happy ending.

On the day I went to see him, a drizzle fell from the sky and fell on my long sleeves of wool, adding a hazy color. The hands and numerals on the watch were blurred, and I wiped the surface and there were still some water stains, but fortunately it was still a lot clearer. It's eleven twenty-five, and I still have thirty-five minutes to prepare.

I sucked my bag in my arms and walked through the crowds of people holding umbrellas until I finally reached my destination.

When I opened the glass door, the wind chimes on the door made a crisp sound, and there were not many customers in the café, so it looked a little deserted, so I found a place by the window and sat down. When a well-dressed clerk came to me and asked me what I wanted to drink, I smiled at her, "I'll wait for my friend first."

The clerk smiled at me and said in a pleasant voice, "Okay." Please ask for instructions if necessary. ”

I politely responded.

After the clerk left, I began to organize the materials in my hand, including rental contracts, online signing contracts, and a few random diaries. I pulled out a piece of white paper from my file bag, took out a fountain pen that I had used a little bit of paint from my small crossbody bag, thought about it, and wrote down "December 31, 2017".

On this day, my circle of friends exploded, everyone was breaking up photos of themselves at the age of eighteen, and Weibo gave an explanation: "The 18-year-old stalk is because: December 31, 2017, the last batch of people born on December 31, 1999 spent their 18th birthday." This means: legally speaking, the post-90s generation has all reached adulthood and collectively bid farewell to their youth. The post-00s finally debuted. ”

Seeing this, it is inevitable to feel a little sentimental. It feels as if all youth is going to end forever on this day of illusion.

I didn't use the wrong word. For me, this feeling must be called an illusion.

I didn't know what was going on, but I remembered the torrential rain I experienced when I was a freshman. To be honest, I used to hate rain, especially the rain in Hainan, and you want to take an umbrella to hide from the rain? Don't think about it, if you cover your head, the rain can still come at you from all directions......

It was at that time that I met Wenwen.

At that time, Wen Wen was still a little baby fat, with a high ponytail, a small black suitcase in his hand, and he rushed in my direction with one hand to cover his head.

The rain came suddenly, and I saw that her white T-shirt was soaked, her long hair was in a bunch, and there were large droplets of water dripping down her face, looking a little embarrassed. I don't know where my brain is short-circuited, and I, who have always been introverted and afraid of life, will take the initiative to hand over tissues.

She looked up at me with confusion in her eyes. Then, I saw her slowly reach out, take the tissue in my hand, and smile at me.

Her smile seemed to be the warm sun missing from this torrential rain.

Okay, what I'm going to tell you today is the story of this girl.

In fact, many stories don't have to be as tortuous and vigorous as TV plots to be unforgettable, sometimes you are with a person, have loved each other, and then separate, you will understand that when deep-rooted feelings are uprooted, it is often really painful.

If you haven't felt this way, then it can only mean two things, one is that you don't love deeply, and the other is that you don't really love.

Yes. The boundaries between deep and true are not so clear and tend to be confused.

Retort Wenwen belongs to that kind of thing

I've been wondering if I could see him again, wouldn't all the stories have a happy ending.

On the day I went to see him, a drizzle fell from the sky and fell on my long sleeves of wool, adding a hazy color. The hands and numerals on the watch were blurred, and I wiped the surface and there were still some water stains, but fortunately it was still a lot clearer. It's eleven twenty-five, and I still have thirty-five minutes to prepare.

I sucked my bag in my arms and walked through the crowds of people holding umbrellas until I finally reached my destination.

When I opened the glass door, the wind chimes on the door made a crisp sound, and there were not many customers in the café, so it looked a little deserted, so I found a place by the window and sat down. When a well-dressed clerk came to me and asked me what I wanted to drink, I smiled at her, "I'll wait for my friend first."

The clerk smiled at me and said in a pleasant voice, "Okay." Please ask for instructions if necessary. ”

I politely responded.

After the clerk left, I began to organize the materials in my hand, including rental contracts, online signing contracts, and a few random diaries. I pulled out a piece of white paper from my file bag, took out a fountain pen that I had used a little bit of paint from my small crossbody bag, thought about it, and wrote down "December 31, 2017".

On this day, my circle of friends exploded, everyone was breaking up photos of themselves at the age of eighteen, and Weibo gave an explanation: "The 18-year-old stalk is because: December 31, 2017, the last batch of people born on December 31, 1999 spent their 18th birthday." This means: legally speaking, the post-90s generation has all reached adulthood and collectively bid farewell to their youth. The post-00s finally debuted. ”

Seeing this, it is inevitable to feel a little sentimental. It feels as if all youth is going to end forever on this day of illusion.

I didn't use the wrong word. For me, this feeling must be called an illusion.

I didn't know what was going on, but I remembered the torrential rain I experienced when I was a freshman. To be honest, I used to hate rain, especially the rain in Hainan, and you want to take an umbrella to hide from the rain? Don't think about it, if you cover your head, the rain can still come at you from all directions......

It was at that time that I met Wenwen.

At that time, Wen Wen was still a little baby fat, with a high ponytail, a small black suitcase in his hand, and he rushed in my direction with one hand to cover his head.

The rain came suddenly, and I saw that her white T-shirt was soaked, her long hair was in a bunch, and there were large droplets of water dripping down her face, looking a little embarrassed. I don't know where my brain is short-circuited, and I, who have always been introverted and afraid of life, will take the initiative to hand over tissues.

She looked up at me with confusion in her eyes. Then, I saw her slowly reach out, take the tissue in my hand, and smile at me.

Her smile seemed to be the warm sun missing from this torrential rain.

Okay, what I'm going to tell you today is the story of this girl.

In fact, many stories don't have to be as tortuous and vigorous as TV plots to be unforgettable, sometimes you are with a person, have loved each other, and then separate, you will understand that when deep-rooted feelings are uprooted, it is often really painful.

If you haven't felt this way, then it can only mean two things, one is that you don't love deeply, and the other is that you don't really love.

Yes. The boundaries between deep and true are not so clear and tend to be confused.

Retort Wenwen belongs to that kind of thing