Trial Writing (2)

They met again years later. He smiled at her, and she smiled at him as well. It seems that it was really arranged by fate, and the next encounter was actually in this café. This is where they began, where they ended, and now it's where they met.

He picked up his coffee, stood up, and walked up to her, "Anyone, don't mind if I sit down." ”

"You still remember the first time we met, the words you said. Then she seemed to realize that she had said something wrong, and her face turned slightly red.

"How can you forget. It was the most beautiful chance encounter of my life, but you haven't forgotten it. He smiled and sat down.

She smiled and didn't speak.

"Now, how are you? He asked.

"I just broke up, you say. She took a sip of coffee, but felt that today's coffee seemed to be a little bitter, and her brow furrowed slightly.

He frowned slightly when he saw it, and then picked up two pieces of candy with a tong, "You forgot to put sugar again." Naturally, she put the sugar in her cup.

She was stunned for a moment, but still said "thank you".

Seeing her appearance, he remembered that she no longer belonged to him, and he was slightly embarrassed, so he had to take a sip of coffee to cover himself, but today's coffee was so bitter, it turned out that he forgot to put sugar.

She looked at him frowning and laughed. "What about you, are you alright? ”

"It's still like that. He smiled wryly.

"Did you find it?" she asked, just a little concerned, a little casual.

"Who can take a fancy to me?" he smiled wryly, just looking up at her more.

"Then you have to work hard, although I have divided it, but after all, I have one before. She laughs.

"I have had too. He seemed to have forgotten something, he said.

"Didn't you say you didn't look for it?" she looked a little surprised, but for some reason there was a hint of jealousy in her heart.

He seemed to know that he was wrong, but after all, he didn't want to lie to her, or he wanted to tell her, holding coffee in one hand and pinching his cheek with the other, and whispered, "I said it's you." ”

She felt comforted, as if she felt that she was really good, but she was still a little blushing and a little scared, "We've been done for a long time. ”

"Yes, I know. But so what. He shouted inwardly, but only smiled bitterly at her.

She finally felt embarrassed, "The coffee is a little cold, I'll go get some more." Then he got up.

He knew that if she got up, she would not come back, so he said, "Meeting is a luxury in a person's life." And the most extravagant time in my life is to meet you. I once fantasized about foaming at each other, smelling the fragrance of flowers, only warmth, but not sadness. But I was wrong, how can I only be happy and not hurt in my life. Thank you for the encounter you brought me, thank you for the sadness that God sent me, and thank you for the unforgettable experience you gave me. ”

She felt the blush from those love words, so she lowered her cheeks slightly, she was afraid of the embarrassment of continuing, so she moved her shoulders slightly. He took everything in her eyes, and he engraved everything about her in his heart again, so he said "thank you" to her, picked up the coffee and left the seat, feeling the coffee in his hand was cold, and felt the coldness of his heart even more deeply, and the words she had just whispered "But my encounter was not you, but him......

I saw that someone in the circle of friends wrote a paragraph of chicken soup for the soul, and I couldn't help but feel that I wrote this trial writing (2), the level is limited, I hope you like it.