The first time he met her, the class in Introduction to Architecture. Two bus lines that just overlapped, he secretly glanced at her profile.
The teacher said to learn about the scenery near home, and the teacher said to see the farthest world.
So he and her found the uninhabited hut, and she happily planted flowers and plants, saying that she would make it her home.
So he took her to the farthest station, where the roof was full of light, and listened to his favorite CD together.
"Let's do our homework together in the future!"
"Okay..." the dull boy replied dully.
"Don't be so restrained! Let go!" The girl pretended to be angry and deliberately pouted.
"Okay...but not so fast..." The boy blushed even more.
"I said no..." The
girl smiled brightly, and he didn't speak for a long time, as if being with her was a coincidence and passive.
But shyly, in order to meet her, he secretly learned how to use hairspray in private, and finally failed and had to wash his hair again. In order to be able to put on my favorite shirt, I did not hesitate to wash the clothes on the same day and then blow-dry them with a fan.
"The boys who study architecture are all handsome." Inside the hut, the girl posed thoughtfully with flowers.
"Oh...is that so? Then I also studied architecture..." The boy couldn't help but rejoice, "You should be very popular in the club, right?" The
girl said that the tall and handsome senior was popular.
"Then...you should have a boyfriend?" Another affirmation, really worthless.
She smiled and then said, "No." The
boy couldn't find any more words, so he had to keep his head down and fiddle with the plants. Banyi suddenly said, "Do you also like that senior?" The
girl was stunned for a moment, her face flushed quickly, and she said, "I want you to take care of it." The
boy understood something instantly and didn't say a word.
For a youth movie, only three people are really enough. Introverted him, perfect her, and equally perfect him.
This is your story, mine, ours, our shared memory.
"I have a friend..." Unable to hold back, he secretly talked to his friend after drinking.
"Stop pretending, just say it's you." The old friend said with a cigarette.
Under the yellow light, he shouted her name over and over again, laughing wildly.
You name is in my heart.
Who has never been crazy about a person.
"My father and I have been living on the island." On the roof, the girl whispered about her past.
"Where's your mother?" he asked.
"Died a long time ago."
"I'm sorry..." he said abruptly and embarrassedly.
"I'm sorry, you didn't cause my mother's death." She looked up at him. The boy smiled embarrassedly and said, "Actually, my father
passed away. Friends will say sorry when they ask, and I don't like them either."
"They just feel that they have nothing to say."
Depend on each other.
Noisy food stalls, crowded bungalows, his life.
Boys often envy seniors, with comfortable apartments, advanced computers, and... her admiration.
The senior also liked her, and once took them home by the way, the senior sat with her in the front row, and he pretended to sleep in the back. The senior laughed at the misspelled word on his favorite shirt, opened his eyes silently, and got out of the car.
The anger surging from shame instantly surrounded him, he tore off his shirt and shouted to his mother who had worked hard all day: "Why are we so poor!"
Inferiority was everywhere.
He didn't say a word when she said that she would marry a rich man in the future, and he didn't hold back when she was about to move to the senior's apartment, even if fifteen years later, when she reunited with him and asked why she wanted to build a new house , He said, "It seems that your husband can make a lot of money living in such a good place."
Watching you from a distance like this is the closest distance to me.
In his opinion, maybe she only regarded him as a friend, but he was still happy to meet her.
Meet together at the agreed hut, race on the railroad tracks together, beat the hands of the losers, and go out on foot together. She was tired, leaned on his shoulder, looked at her sleeping profile, and he kissed her secretly.
But it's just a kiss, and the story ends here.
At the end of the Introduction to Architecture class, the boy finally summoned the courage to confess to her.
Elaborate house model. Just because she said she wanted to live in a two-storey house with big windows and many rooms, he said he would build it for her in the future.
She stayed on the street corner that she passed by every day, but didn't wait for her to appear. From day to night, from hope to despair.
Finally saw her, but saw her drunkenly being helped upstairs by the senior.
He didn't have the courage to watch the pictures of them kissing. The anger that swelled with shame reappeared.
"Go to Jiangbei District for me now!" the drunk boy yelled hysterically.
"Whoever goes to Jiangbei so late, get out of here." The taxi driver said impatiently.
"Damn it! I told you to leave!" The boy swears for the first time. "The two eventually scuffled together.
"I hate you, get out of here." "She saw him again, anxious to explain to him what happened that day. But he said word by word.
Never seen again.
Goodbye is fifteen years later. How many years have passed, and the girl with no makeup has painted exquisite paintings. Makeup, the boy in the shirt had already put on a tie and started running for a living.
She still remembered that he invited him to see the first snow, and she still remembered that he said he would build a big house for her. What is he? I don't even remember.
She invited him to dinner, but he brought a girl with him. his fiancee.
She secretly hid the tie that was going to be sent to him.
"He said he had a first love when he was in college. It was said to be a 'dead woman'." At the dinner table, the fiancée joked.
"Who is the 'dead woman'?" She laughed and kept asking him, "Hey, which 'dead woman' was your first love?"
He didn't say anything, just perfunctory: "No that What happened, I don't remember it for a long time!" In the
car, she slowly told him all these years. She got married not long after graduating from college, and then it's now.
She asked him to build a house, and it seemed that she asked him to fulfill the promise made fifteen years ago. The house design drawings have been changed again and again, and the construction period has been delayed again and again. She always said it wasn't what she wanted.
He still remembered her birthday. He celebrates for her, and she asks him for a gift.
Last revision to blueprints, double floors, big windows, lots of rooms. Everything was as she had said before.
He didn't forget anything.
For this reason, the construction period was extended again, and even delayed his marriage trip.
He will be married in a month, after which he will settle in the United States with his wife.
Under the accelerating progress, the house was finally built on schedule. Under the huge window, she asked him again: "Is that 'dead woman' me?"
He chuckled: "I liked you back then, do you know that?"
"I'm not a fool, how could I not know. You once kissed me secretly."
"You are my first love." The
atmosphere was so ambiguous that he realized his gaffe and decided to leave. Before leaving, I saw a box at the door. In order to alleviate the embarrassment, I said that I would help to remove it. However, he saw the house model he made back then appeared before his eyes.
"Why do you keep this? Why do you still come to me? Are you so short of people who build houses? Why?" Unable to hold back, he yelled at her.
"Because you are also my first love." She burst into tears.
Time staggered, and for a moment, I was in a trance and returned to fifteen years ago. The one who deliberately leaned on his shoulder to pretend to sleep, the one who called her name wildly late at night.
All the mysteries have been revealed, but time is long gone.
The camera cuts, on the plane, the boy who is no longer young puts a blanket on his beloved fiancée.
Sitting in the sunny house, she received the courier he sent her before he left. A CD from the past, which she had given him.
You return the house to me, and I return the CD to you. From then on both clear.
I vaguely remember the last time we met, and neither of us knew that time was doomed to miss many, many years from then on.
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