Who can tell me the true story of Vae? ==!

September 2004. He is in a trance. He lingered on the edge of the university campus.

Everything is out of order. The distance that dreams may come is tens of thousands of light years.

It seems that she is the only one left in the world.

When we are together, we are wholeheartedly together; When you are not together, make phone calls and send text messages.

Naive in appearance, naive in heart. Careful enough. Act alone

Actually, I also know that she just thinks it's funny.

Moved by dispensability. Subvert his love logic all the way.

65438+February 19, Xiaoxue. She texted him that we were going to the movies. He said he couldn't go, and he couldn't neglect today's class. The professor should call the roll.

Then, he carried out a long-planned plan. Make an appointment with my sister quietly and choose a small Christmas present for her.

Sister lightly chastised him for being partial. He smiled. Finally, under the guidance of my sister, I found the small shop that many girls are said to like. I bought her a bracelet and invited my sister to dinner. Everything is going well.

Walking out of the restaurant, I received a text message. She asked, where are you?

At school, of course.

What do you do at school?

Have dinner.

The next morning, she texted that we broke up.

Why is this?

I saw you in the restaurant last night.

I'm just going to do some shopping. I want to give you a surprise. So I lied. I'm sorry

It's really a surprise. My mother was surprised, too

You don't believe it.

I'd rather believe my eyes.

Then he said, okay. Is stubborn and willful. A friend advised him to at least make it clear to his face and save what should be saved.

He appeared at the gate of her school that night. A military academy. Idle people are denied entry. The night wind is cold and dry. Made some phone calls. Her figure just appeared.

I didn't mean to lie yesterday. I bought this.

Thank you. I'll take it.

Then don't mention breaking up.

We are not suitable. It's not such a trivial matter. I thought about it for a long time. Schools are becoming more and more strict, and they can only meet once a week. You can't take care of me, and I can't accompany you. This is still love.

But at least I'm used to it

But I've been making do. I'm not serious enough. I'm sorry

After leaving school, he sneaked up the overpass covered with night. Every step is a memory of the past. Warm, intoxicated, noisy, sober, all around his feet, don't want to leave. Back at school, I couldn't help crying. In the final exam that year, his grades counted down. As a monitor, he was defeated.

Every corner that no one looks at is full of signs of struggle.

Six months after the breakup, she asked him to go to the movies.

I learned that she has a new boyfriend, a classmate at school. Take good care of her.

He'll get over it.

This summer in 2005, he was determined to find a new life. By chance, music pulled him out of his sadness and trance. In the process of humming the second-rate melody he created, he gained happiness and happiness.

I have been watching the boy from a distance. Watch him face success, frustration, applause and shouting. Even years later, I will remember these stories. This is also evidence of our existence.