love you, in time

I'm not a warm person, and neither is she.

How alike we are, same taste, same personality, same... gender.

But one thing is different, I like her, but she doesn't seem to like me, or to put it another way, in her eyes, there is no exception, and all beings are equal, just like the person who is with her is who to her It's okay, it doesn't matter who it is.

But it seemed that I was the most special one, because one of her few friends said that I was the one who could stand her cold temper and stayed by her side the longest besides them.Only I know the reason, because I like it.

The beginning with her was the year I transferred from high school, in this strange city, in that strange class, she was the first person who attracted my attention, maybe because she was the only one in the whole class who didn't have a deskmate.So, that time, without waiting for the teacher's arrangement, I walked directly to her side, put the bag on the empty table next to her, looked at her who was a little surprised, and said: I will accompany you in the future, so please take care of me.That's how we got to know each other, and then, that year, my love blossomed.That year, I was 15 years old and she was 16 years old.

Ordinary days always pass quickly, and I like to cling to her every day.Even if we just stay together and don't talk, there is no entanglement and ambiguity, and there is no sweetness like between lovers.

In addition to being always together in our usual interactions, it seems that some lovers are not satisfied.In this way, until we graduated from university, we went our separate ways, she went abroad, and I took the postgraduate entrance examination.That year, I was 21 years old and she was 22 years old

In the past three years, there were very few contacts.But even so, when we met again, I still recognized her at a glance. I thought that the passage of time would dilute everything I had about her, including her appearance, memories, and even feelings.

but no.I know, maybe, it's not like, it's love.

The person I like is approaching step by step, and I can clearly hear my heartbeat.Looking at the face that was completely shaped by my aesthetics, I had no ability to resist at all. Unknowingly, I was cornered by her and there was no way I could retreat.

"I am back"

"Well, welcome back"

"You should have said welcome home"

"Uh-huh?"

"I like you too, so, should I marry you or you marry me"

"Really? No, is there any difference between what you said...Hey...you stop for me..."

Under the setting sun, the two figures stretched longer and longer until they disappeared from people's sight.

This year, I was 25 years old and she was 26 years old.

Oh, by the way, my name is Fuxi

This is the 10-year story of Yan Qing and I. The above is only the prologue. Next, let me tell you our story slowly.

In those ten years, we all lived in the fog of our own making. Now, the fog has cleared, our love is known to everyone, the days are very long, and we have a bright future.

The prologue is over.

The bell for the end of get out of class is ringing, so my prologue is here first

It's 9 o'clock in the evening, so good night, everyone.