I've had a pretty laid back moment since the last time I had a happy ending. So I started to take the initiative to find the story. Look, I didn't find it~

I sat in the room where I was staying and began a long memory

It was a twilight afternoon, and I was discouraged and thought I wouldn't meet it, but fate, I always like to joke with you.

There was a faint sound of girls sobbing in the woods behind me, and I couldn't resist my curiosity and ran over to see what was going on, and that's the story

'Why are you crying here?' I pretended to be kind passers-by and went over to comfort me. After all, the one who cries in this environment must be the one with the story.

'Do you know Dove......' The girl didn't give me the answer I wanted to hear, but asked me another question.

'Dove? The famous Dove chocolate, right? I rejoiced in my heart that I was glad I hadn't derailed from this world.

Yes, the famous Dove...... He gave it to me once, and now he's given it to me again...... Huh,' she laughed self-deprecatingly.

What does this have to do with you? If you are left alone here to cry, you might as well talk to me and I will help you share the burden. I smiled at her with a nice face, as sincere as I could be.

'Dove, a poignant story, a missed 'do you love me' dove, is an abbreviation for 'doyouloveme'. There was once a cook who spent his days cleaning dishes and plates, and his hands were torn many times, and his name was Leon. While he was scrubbing his wound with salt water, a girl came up to him and said to him: Hello! It hurts, right? This girl is Princess Bazaar. This is how the two young men met. Leon sneaks into the kitchen every night to make ice cream for Bazaar. Bazaar taught Leon English. The sweetness of the beginning of love lingers with the two young people. However, in that conservative era with a clear distinction between dignity and inferiority, due to the special identity and situation, none of them expressed the love in their hearts, and silently buried this feeling in their hearts...... In order to strengthen Luxembourg's position in Europe as a whole, Luxembourg and Belgium entered into an alliance, and in order to strengthen the relationship between the two countries, the royal marriage was the best way, and the chosen person was Princess Bazaar. For several days, Leon couldn't see Bazaar, and he was anxious. Finally, a month later, Bazaar appeared at the table, but she looked unusually haggard. When Leon was preparing the dessert, he wrote a few letters in hot chocolate, "dove", which is the English abbreviation of "doyouloveme". He believed that Basha must have guessed what he was saying, but Basha stayed for a long time until the hot chocolate melted. A few days later, Bazaar got married. A year later, Leon left the royal kitchen and quietly came to a high-end restaurant in the United States with a hidden pain in his heart. The owner here appreciated him very much and gave him his daughter. The passage of time, a stable career, and the birth of a son have not healed the deep wounds in Leon's heart. After a long period of careful development, a creamy, chocolate-coated ice cream was created and engraved with four letters: DOVE. At this time, Leon received a letter from Luxembourg, written to him by a fellow chef, in which Leon learned that Princess Bazaar had sent someone back to inquire about him in the hope that he would visit her, but learned that he had gone to the United States. Due to the effects of the Second World War, the letter arrived in Leon's hands a full year and three days late. Leon finally found out about Bazaar after a lot of hardship. Basha and Leon were both old at this time, and Basha was lying on the bed weakly, her once clear eyes becoming gray. Leon threw himself beside her bed, large tears dripping down the back of her pale hand. Bazaar reached out and gently stroked Leon's hair, calling Leon's name in a voice that was too faint to hear. Bazaar said that at that time in Luxembourg, she loved Leon very much, refused to marry on a hunger strike, and was guarded for a month, she knew that she would never escape the fate of the marriage, not to mention that Leon never said that she loved her, let alone any commitment. In the end, she had to resign herself to fate, and she wanted to have an afternoon tea before leaving Luxembourg, because she wanted to say her final goodbye to Leon there. She ate the chocolate ice cream he gave her, but didn't see the melted letters. Hearing this, Leon couldn't stop crying, and the past misunderstandings finally had an answer. But it all came too late! Three days later, Bazaar died. Leon was infinitely sad, if the hot chocolate on the ice cream didn't melt, if Basha understood his heart, then she would definitely change her mind and elope with him. If the chocolate had been fixed, the words would never melt and he wouldn't have lost his last chance. After painstaking research, the unique Dove chocolate is finally made, and each piece is firmly engraved with the words "dove". Leon uses it to commemorate the missed love between him and Bazaar, which is bitter and sweet, sad and moving, like the taste of Dove. The girl was already crying at this point.

I thought to myself, this is really a woman in love.

'When lovers send Dove, they send out the soft love question: DoyouLoveMe? That is also the founder reminding the world that there is a lover, if you love him (her), please let him (her) know in time. And love deeply and don't give up. She tried to wipe away her tears, straightened her mood and continued

The first time he sent me, this is the story he told me, and he said, and now you see this sentence, this eternal and frozen word, just like he loves me, and it will still be able to hold hands after the years. But now. Alas, it turns out that the beautiful story is still the story. She stood up and patted the dirt off her pants and smiled at me.

When the story is over, I understand, and when the dream is over, I should wake up. Then he turned and walked away.

I looked at her back as she left, and I couldn't help but feel heavy in my heart, 'It seems that Dove is not only reflected in its meaning, but also in its bitterness. ’

Just as I was about to leave, I suddenly heard a boy's voice behind me, seemingly anxious. I follow the prestige.

'Hello, do you see a girl with long hair scattered and maybe ,,,, still crying...... Have you ever seen her' His pupils were full of anxious words, and I thought about it for a moment, wasn't he talking about the girl who had just left.

Well, I saw it, and she went home smiling. I replied politely.

'That's right...... Seemingly...... She really misunderstood what I meant. The boy smiled wryly.

'Oh? So, what are you really trying to express?' My curiosity came out again......

I love her and hope we can go through setbacks and get through the obstacles of crowds. We will come to the bitter end, I want to tell her that if I don't give up, I don't want her to give up...... Can ...... now Alas. The boy squatted down and grabbed his hair with his hands.

This time, I was really smiling, really, it was another love that was missed. Maybe when they meet on the street a few years later, they will tell each other about their wives and children, their husbands...... In this vast sea of people, who would know that they were a pair of envious others.

Flowers bloom and fall, only thoughts, this love is warm with the sun and the moon; Flowers fall and bloom, I only wish, this love sleeps with heaven and earth! Once you have it, look no further! Alas, it's time for me to go back, I still have a room, which can be considered a consolation.

The memories end.

I still sat in my chair, looking at the notebook in my hand, a poem I had written by myself, a love poem that was not perfect:

Cicadas chirp and hide in the jungle and scream,

Flowers bow their heads and smile,

Children's Joy Dance,

now

The sun is just right,

A breeze blows,

In an instant, he fled in a panic,

Hand in hand sideburns,

The left ear still leaves the fragrance of flowers to say hello,

The left ear is still haunting with love words.

-- Shocking

I'm thinking, next,

Who are you?