On the way to work, I met a couple.
They came out of a milk tea shop and walked in front of me.
The boy walked outside the sidewalk, on the side near the road, wearing a white T-shirt and a pair of cloth pants, and a large chain.
The girl walked to the right, almost with her head down the whole time playing with her phone.
Several times she nearly hit the pole, but the boy pulled her or put his arm around her to avoid being hit.
The whole time is also the boy holding milk tea, from time to time to feed the girl who is playing with the mobile phone down to drink, the rest of the time, either put his arms around the girl, or cover the girl's head with his hand to avoid her being scratched by the telephone pole, and the speech is also the boy tilting his head and saying something to the girl.
I watched the whole aunt laugh in the back. Finally separated from them at a red street light intersection.
Why would my aunt laugh?
Because this is the first couple I have seen on the road in half a month since I came to the Philippines. And it is also a couple who should still be in love.
Why would I think they were in love.
First, it's a CBD-equivalent business district, and most of the pedestrians passing by on the streets are moody white-collar workers, as well as no less Chinese than locals. Most of the time, the expression on Chinese's face is much less than that of the locals.
Second, the boy's thoughtfulness and tolerance, even if the girl has been playing with her mobile phone, she does not drink and reprimand. You know, on the streets of the Philippines, there are many stories of playing with your mobile phone down and being robbed of your mobile phone.
Third, the girl looked up and kissed the boy while waiting for the traffic light.
I didn't know them, I didn't know them, I just walked with them for three or five minutes behind them.
But what is warm in the heart, what is going on.
Maybe because the author has experienced love, so when I see other people's love, I can't help but smile.
Then silently pray for them in their hearts that this love can be longer, longer.
Moreover, it is in such a foreign country.
After all, I have heard too many negative stories.
For example, there are boys who come to work in the Philippines first, and then their girlfriends follow, and before long, the girls are lost in the colorful society and cheat.
There are also boys who try their best to trick their girlfriends into coming to work in the Philippines, and when the girls come, they want to leave and are imprisoned.
In the Philippines, love is a topic that can easily be scoffed at.
Especially this group is full of people who are fighting for survival and spend most of their day at work. In addition to the high-intensity work in daily life, it seems that there is really not much time to talk about love.
Because of this, it is the little heroic dream of my tired life.
Perhaps, it is also yours.
Therefore, in this city of nine out of ten Chinese Chinese will tell you that "there is no love in Manila", it is indeed a fortunate and positive thing to see love.
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