She told me about a romantic love.
Seventeen years ago, when she was 20 years old, her cousin organized a dinner party, and that day she happened to go to see her cousin, who was eight or nine years older.
That day she wore a long dark blue dress, long hair fluttering, and a group of people sat together to eat.
After eating, he walked over to her and casually asked her about her plans for graduating from college.
Occasionally, she bumped into his gaze and found that his gaze was falling on her, and she looked at it quietly, with a complicated look.
She went to the bathroom, and when she returned, the other guests had left the dining room, and he was leaning against the door and was on the phone, his back to her, the sun shining on him.
Afraid of disturbing him, she walked over and heard him say, "Today I met a girl, she is very special."
He was probably asking him something across the phone and heard him say, "I don't know how to describe it, if a woman is colored, then she is blue."
She was stunned to hear this, and outside the courtyard, the sun was dappled.
Probably the most romantic confession she had ever heard, and she had forgotten his countenance, but it melted into her heart.
Soon, he returned to the dining room and said to her, "I had planned to go to Hainan tomorrow to play, and now I suddenly want to ask you to go with me, I know this is very abrupt and a little impolite."
Without waiting for an answer, he wanted to stop talking, "Then can you give me your contact information?" “
She wrote him a number, it's just that she never got a call from him.
Since then, she has never seen him again, and she does not know what happened to him, but from his tangled and stoic eyes, she knows that some love cannot make the other party happy, so she has to choose not to bother.
Probably before he met her then, according to his age, he probably already had a family, or was going to have a family.
Seventeen years later, speaking of this one-day love, about love, she said it was the most romantic part of her heart, albeit briefly.
Blue is the color of the sea, and it is also her favorite color, and when she tells this story, her short shoulder-length hair is tied with a lake blue headband, and the black placket hides a mist blue cotton shirt.
—The End—
Author's Introduction: Qingxi and Ink, insight into life, while walking, while practicing, be a wise and warm ordinary person.