I want to hear a real and simple love story, and seek the most real love story

I can't be considered a love story, but there is romance in the simplicity.

When I was in my hometown, my neighbor had a big brother, probably two or three years older than me, and we stayed together all day. There was a small open space near our house, and every day after coming home from kindergarten, we would play in that open space, and every time he could come up with something new and curious. At that time, the residences of the nearby residents were basically two-storey, and there was a small corridor outside the window on the second floor, connecting several adjacent families at one time, standing on the corridor you could see the scene within a radius of dozens of miles, and the sky was even more unobstructed, and we often sat in the corridor at night to watch the stars.

My childhood seems to have taken place in this small open space and narrow corridors.

But this good time lasted until I finished kindergarten, and when I was just starting elementary school, the residents of the neighborhood moved away because we were going to convert our area into an elementary school. After moving into the new house, I found out that his grandmother lived upstairs from my house, and I saw him a few times in the first year or two, and then I never saw him again.

I don't remember much of the basic details I had with him, but the only thing that stood out was one time when we were looking at the stars, he said that when I grew up, he would fly me to the sky to pick the stars. Looking back now, I can't believe it, isn't such a romantic scene only in movies? I just didn't understand it at the time.

Do you dare to hit ** over?

Words are far less real than words.

It's really a plot, and I'm worried that I have nowhere to talk about you.

Send me your e-mail address.

Give you the ** number.

If one day, I don't bother you anymore, if one day, you don't have me in your life, you don't have every day of care, and every day you have a little temper. I showed everything, you know, I know, I understand, I was moved, but I left. What is strange today is the ...... that was familiar yesterdayI said above (reckless youth, lost soul) I believe in fate, and I believe in fate, we will miss it after all.

In fact, I always knew that what you liked was her, a kind, quiet, excellent girl, she and I have different personalities and different lives, but we are bound by a common you. The black June is still coming, we are forced to meet, the college entrance examination days are raining, the weather is very stuffy, our mood is as cloudy as the weather with the rest of the line, at that time I was thinking that you are there, we can meet this important moment together, how unforgettable. After the college entrance examination, it was parting, we hugged each other, laughing and crying, I cried the most, one of my classmates will now say, never knew I could cry like this, but I know not only because of parting, but also because there are all our memories here, leaving here I will feel empty in my heart.

When I applied for the volunteer, my first choice was in Chongqing, which is the city where you have lived for two years; The second choice is Guangzhou, because if Lanchang can't be closer to you, then I'd rather be farther away. When I received the notice, I smiled helplessly, Guangzhou, this strange city. You came back just as I was about to leave.

I remember that night was our temple fair, you came with your friend and your second ex-girlfriend, but you put your arms around my shoulders, afraid that I would be cold and put your clothes on me, and she kept walking last, my joy overshadowed my pity for her, you took my hand when you sent me home, and you didn't go back until you got home. This was our first intimate encounter, the first time I was in your arms, the first time you held my hand, and I was smiling in my dreams. It was the first time I was so far away from home, but I didn't back down, college life is what I look forward to, and I want a wonderful life.

When I first passed, we would talk to each other almost three or four times a week**, and then slowly you stopped trying to contact me, and at the same time I knew a shocking thing, that is, the quiet and excellent woman you liked left us, forever, without warning. You know I spent that period of time in panic and self-blame, I was afraid that you know, I was afraid that you would be sad, I was afraid of a lot, I kept hitting your **, and after a week, you called back and didn't have any extra words, just asked me what was so anxious, right, why am I in a hurry, you don't understand my feelings, and I stubbornly think you can understand, wishful thinking.