Back Then, I Adored You

"He will call your name every time you are in a coma."

"Warm, warm, over and over..."

Some tears flowed out of the warm corner of the eye, and the more and more, the fruit stopped, took a paper towel and handed it warm: "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, you continue." Xu sobbed for a moment, talking to the tongue, because it was too sad, some knotted, the voice was not tuned.

"The former half-city brother, likes to communicate, likes to play cards, likes to sing, likes to party with a group of friends every day, half-city brother after the disabled legs, there is nothing particularly important, and I don't like to go out."

"He will wake up at three o'clock in the middle of the night. He stares at the phone and looks at it, but he never touches the phone."

"I was really puzzled at the beginning. What was he thinking about? Later, I realized that he was in a game with you. He wanted to go to the game to find you, but he was afraid that he would drag on your emotions. So he is so hard to suppress himself."

"Oh, yes, you wait for me for a while..." The fruit suddenly remembered something, got up and walked toward the study.

After about three or four minutes, she took a thick stack of paper and walked out of it.

She handed the paper to the warmth, then went back to the sofa she had just sat down. Because she said too much, she was a little thirsty, raised her cup and drank a half cup of water before she continued to warm. He said, "You also saw that on the paper, it was his handwritten joke, it was written to you..."

During that time, she was looking forward to his joke every day, she always hoped not to come, so she was uneasy.

She thought that he had abandoned the tacit understanding between her and him unintentionally. It didn't. He always remembered it, but he remembered it in another way she didn't know.

She knew that she had been crying for a long time last night, but she still decided to tear the levee, like a pearl, and she fell on the paper.

"Do you remember the one we met at the cake shop not long ago?"

"When I saw you, the whole person was embarrassed, because I recognized you as my former performance at a glance."

"The reason why I recognize it is because I have seen the half-town brother staring at your photo in the mobile phone many times, and he is distracted. He used his fingertips to rub his mobile phone screen several times, and his eyebrows are so gentle."

"You yell at me, it's a bit messy, I have something else to give you..." The fruit rose again, not the study, but the master bedroom. When she came out, she held several gift boxes in her arms. "This is a gift that half-city brother has prepared for you, Valentine's Day, New Year's... but he didn't send it out."

"And..." As the fruit said, I looked around the room and saw that the piece of paper on the balcony was still there. I walked over, stooped and picked it up and gave it warmth: "This is yesterday afternoon, half city. Brother wrote."

Big warmth, small warmth, warmth of writing, fair warmth of the brushwork... Warmth biting the corner of the lips, crying out.

"Actually, I always wanted to go to you and tell you all about it. It was a half-city brother who would not let me go. I asked him why is it so stupid?"

"He said that long ago, when he decided to withdraw from your world, he liked you, it was just his own business."