Those year,The love we had missed
Peng shudi
Those year,The love we had missed
Three years ago, he met her at a bookstore. While buying the same magazine, a boy and a girl fell in love.
Since then, they kept in touch. They text all day long and chat online at night. After half a year, they decide to go live together.
On Christmas Day, she gives him an old book as a present. He gives her a cheap perfume. They knews that the perfume was cheap, but it was a gift from the heart.
They have a hard life, because they are two students who have not graduated yet... But having love in adolescence is perfect happiness.
For the sake of the future, they both study hard. The day he is finally admitted to the graduate school, she gets a job at a big company.
One went to Shenzhen, the other one went to Chengdu. In the new city, every day feels lonely, and every day is very bleak.
Over the years, they grow apart because the distance is too far and the time in which they are separated is way too long. An eraser called reality has erased their romance.
One day, she finally finds the courage to tell him she wants to break up. He doesn't want her to linger in his own sadness, so, very softly, he says on the phone: "Goodbye."
Such stories happen every year in this city. This story ends every year and disappears into the wind. They still remember each other vividly.
After three years, he meets her once again at a party. At the boy's side is his beautiful wife, who just recently married him. And at the girl's side, is her husband.
He is still handsome, she is still pretty, but their eyes both have been changed by the time apart.
At the moment of shaking hands with him, the familiar temperature of his hand makes her suddenly want to cry. She can only squeeze a smile, trying not to let the tears flow out. All their memories, all the stories rush into their minds.
They stand in the crowd, they feel like two helpless children, lost and confused.
Such stories happen every year in this city. This story ends every year and disappears into the wind. They still remember each other vividly.
I would like to dedicated this book to all lovers. Every love is worth cherishing.