Who doesn't have a story?
Who doesn't have a secret?
The first love, for various reasons in that month, was forced to separate!
It is impossible to say who lost whom, nor who dumped whom, but it is forced by reality!
The two of me, who belong to the same post-70s generation, came from different cities to another strange city.
She's from the northeast, I'm from the southwest, in cities we don't know each other for a common goal — to go to college, so we met and fell in love here.
Four years of school, three years of love, holding hands and hugging each other, but never crossing the last line of defense.
This is the sadness of the post-70s generation! There are conservative thoughts in the bones, and there is a desire for the new wave in the heart, nervous, but also colliding, so the first year of acquaintance, the second year of tentative and shy professional discussion to know each other, the third year to break the love of the paper, the fourth year because of the internship, the prevailing two-way choice for the job to find a busy mess, the sweet love will come to an abrupt end!
The fire that was slowly heating up, although there had been a burning in the heart, was about to melt the body, and finally, it was poured out by the reality of where it came from!
Helpless, helpless, she is an only child, I am an only child, because both parents are small staff, the product of family planning who has the right to speak!
Her tears were like torrential rain!
My heart seems to be in ashes!
I thought that from now on, I would never see each other again! After all, from south to north, more than three thousand kilometers of mileage, at that time it was a few days and nights of exhaustion, even if you know that now it can be solved in a few hours!
Goodbye, she also became a middle-aged woman!
And I, too, became a greasy uncle!
Unexpectedly, when we meet again, we will be in this way!
I am on a business trip, she is also on a business trip, magical, it is so accidental, actually we live in the same hotel, but also on the same floor and living opposite the door, the same meeting let us meet without an appointment, which is really a confirmation of unexpected encounters!
Four eyes facing each other, the wild overturning of the river and the sea, the ups and downs of the heart, the surprise of each other with the accident spontaneously, but then it is back to the waves, reason let us learn to restrain each other, the years let us precipitate youth.
Are you okay with a sentence? Followed by a brief farewell to chai rice oil salt sauce vinegar tea, pots and pans and pots and pans cloth quilt. They hurriedly prepared the main body of the meeting, prepared for the purpose of the trip, the lights were on, each went back, and was busy summarizing and sorting out the day's notes.
Finally waited until the end of the meeting, I and my first love met to eat together, in the restaurant private room to each other calmly narrated the bits and pieces after these years of separation, years of precipitation, the baptism of years, the maturity of the mind, the stability of middle age, at this time I two more like many years have not met the old friends, more is the blessing: good.
Each of them was safe to become me and my first love to say goodbye to each other, turned around and embarked on a journey to each other's cities...