In the coffee house, Richard Clayderman's classic piano piece "For Alice" was playing at this time, the beautiful melody, the romantic atmosphere, and the dreamy and delicate mood, I saw that Jing seemed to be intoxicated by a person's reverie, so I gently asked, "Do you like this?" "Hmm" Jing raised her head and looked at me with watery eyes.

"Then do you come often?" "How many times have you been?" "This place is very atmospheric, so don't you feel lonely when you come alone?" Jing sighed slightly, "Only Fei'er has been with me," my heart suddenly tensed, "Who is Fei'er?" Jing glanced at me, no longer the cold ice of the past, "She's one of my best friends" "Oh!" I let out a sigh of relief, and "plopped" my heart fell back into my stomach.

Jing seemed to understand what I meant and asked, "What about you?" Without thinking, I said, "I'm alone and have no one to accompany me, and besides, I don't understand the blues of this petty bourgeoisie" Jing's face smiled slightly. I continued to trick the little white sheep like a big bad wolf: "I heard that it feels good to fall in love in a coffee house, right?"

Jing didn't look at me, and said lightly, "I haven't been in love, I don't know!" O(∩_∩)O~ Hehe, I couldn't stop smiling on my face, looking at Jing with joyful eyes, she is so pure and beautiful, a spotless fairy, is my precious lifeline, I seem to be looking at the most precious treasures in the world. Jing was embarrassed by my **-like eyes, Xiao Qinshou lowered slightly, looking at Jing's coquettishness, I really wanted to kiss her, and kissed until I was suffocated

Walking out of the coffee house, a cool bright moon came out of the clouds and looked at what kind of joys and sorrows will be staged in this cold night of this city full of **. Jing shivered a little under the cold moon, was the air conditioning in the coffee house too full? Or was it a bit cold today? A cold wind blew, and Jing hugged her arms tightly.

Without much thought, I took off my coat and draped it over Jing's shoulders, gently smoothing Jing's clothes. Jing didn't speak, her head kept down. After a long time, Jing raised her head and saw warmth in Jing's gaze for the first time. Under the dim street lamp, an old wooden wonton stew is burning with firewood, and the rising smoke brings a wordless warmth.

I've always loved this quaint wonton stew stall with a firewood fire, but now it's hard to find it in the metropolis, and it's only happened at night. Whenever I see it, it evokes the joy of my childhood. Jing's ancestral home is Suzhou, and Jing's childhood was raised in her grandmother's house in Suzhou, which was a closed military compound, which is also half a military camp, and relatively speaking, Jing is much simpler than the children who grew up in society.

How I wish that the tranquility of my three-life relationship can be a childhood sweetheart! My quiet, my love! On this cold night, how I wish you could eat a bowl of wonton stew with me! That happiness that can only be found with a lover is definitely not the meaning that a bowl of wonton stew can express! At this time, my eyes are really a little moist, and the tranquility of my three-life relationship, can you really understand me?

I've always had a dream, probably when I'm in the third grade of elementary school, to have a girl who will go home with me when the sun sets. Of course, at that time, I didn't know what love was, but I longed for a girl with colorful brilliance, or a fairy, and in that golden childhood, I felt that she was always by my side.

I've been wondering who she really is? Is she in the fifth grade that I don't know? Or is she in the second year of junior high school? Or is she in the first year of high school? This question is gradually becoming clear today, on the road of girl love in the past, so that I can finally find her in front of me! The person in my heart, the only angel in my life, is Jing.

I asked my boss for two bowls of wontons and sat down on a small, narrow wooden stool. On the rocking wooden table, steaming wontons have just come out of the pot. I picked up the spoon and took a sip of the soup, which was good! looked at Jing: "Jing, you can also take a sip!" Jing didn't move, just looked at me quietly (I later learned that Jing never eats at roadside stalls) Nanjing people who eat chaos usually ask: Do you want chili oil?

Nanjing vernacular, is the pronunciation of English, I love you, O(∩_∩)O, haha~. I looked at the beautiful Jing: "Iloveyou" smart Jing ignored me, just looked at the wontons in the bowl and seemed to think about something. On the way back, we chatted intimately and talked about the laughter of childhood. Jing gave me her phone number, and Jing said that it was the first time she had given her number to a guy herself.

I know what it means, I know that Jing has opened the closed door of my heart to me, I know that Jing has accepted me, I know that our hearts have been united since then, I love you, my Jing, you are my life, you are my all, because of you, my life has become bright, because of Hongchen with you, I am not afraid of death