My pony

My pony is a wooden brooch the size of a dollar coin. It's a little zebra. That was my boyfriend's first gift to me. Of course, as a souvenir for couples, my boyfriend also has a big-headed pony and a small zebra.

? However, just yesterday, I lost my pony.

? I lost my pony. I lost my pony the day my boyfriend showed me his pony excitedly.

? When a token with a sense of ceremony is lost, my mood is the same as that of all the protagonists in the emotional theater. So, like all the plots, I want to find my pony.

? I started going through everything. ...

When I first met my boyfriend, we appeared as opponents in the debate field. As the only debater with a strong southern accent, my boyfriend is very disdainful of me. Of course, as a senior Yan cancer patient, he is just a passerby I talked to today. But his head is really small enough to impress me. After the game, everyone seemed to be an old friend whom I hadn't seen for many years, and asked to exchange contact information. Perhaps it was a tacit understanding that we would never contact each other again, so we all wrote the contact information on paper. A group of strangers took a symbolic photo, and they couldn't wait to leave as if they had finished their task.

? At that time, my boyfriend bought two ponies, one with a big head and the other with a thin head. In engineering male's straightforward logic, I should be the big one and he should be the thin one. But I am happy when I see the pony's big head and small head. I smiled and had to let him take the big head. ...

There is no pony on the bench where I just sat. "Oh, where's my pony?"

? Unexpectedly, two people who hadn't seen each other in the same school for a year met again two days after the game miraculously, because * * * chatted with friends for a while. "Nuo Nuo's southern accent is telling the truth, and there is a great contrast between her ideological height and her accent, so I think this girl is very interesting." My boyfriend told me later. So when I went back that day, my qq received Friend Request. After I agreed, I received the first message. "Hello, I'm xxx"

? How can anyone start with such a serious way in this era? His eq was so low at that time, and it seems that it is not high now. Oh, what are you thinking? I must keep looking for my pony. ...

? Later, the story is very natural, and the melodramatic cancer patient finally surrendered under the repeated real concern of an honest engineering male. After all, as a young woman in the new sunshine of 2 1 century, the logic of years of debate about professional accomplishment has finally demonstrated the unequal relationship between romance and life, but at the same time, the first stage of love has begun.

So, when he invited me to watch one of their debates for the first time, I appeared in front of so many of his classmates as his girlfriend. I seldom felt the popular social phobia now, and I was so stiff that I didn't even know where to put my eyes. Then, before the game started, my boyfriend suddenly called me and pointed to the shirt in his formal suit. I was surprised to see his pony and hung it there seriously. At that moment, I was moved and all the formality disappeared. ...

He took his pony in the race. If I lose my pony, he will be very angry. There is nothing on the table. Where is my pony?

? Later, because both of them are argumentative people, their way of thinking has always been a variety of logical arguments, and as soon as they make sense, they are refreshed. I didn't expect that falling in love is not a simple reason to demonstrate the result. Therefore, my boyfriend is still very serious when he encounters inevitable small friction in daily life and his hair explodes. He is willing to help me analyze various problems and let me understand right and wrong. It is unreasonable to be angry. My reason tells me that if I still rationally discuss various logical relationships with him at this time, I am equivalent to the Virgin Mary. So, naturally, I am angry. Afterwards, I will solemnly tell him that I just demonstrated the conclusion that I don't reason with girls with facts, which impressed him deeply. Think about what a witty girlfriend I am.

? "Did you find the pony, laughing so happily?" My roommate poked me. "Oh, yes, what was I thinking? Where's my pony? " It must be in that box, which contains all kinds of small things my boyfriend gave me. It must be there. ...

When my boyfriend became my boyfriend for almost a year, we had the most serious quarrel. My boyfriend is always busy with all kinds of things, and I have suffered the most stressful thing since I went to college. Learning a driver's license is not smooth, attending classes is not smooth, and the small remedial classes with classmates have also encountered various bottlenecks. During that time, the most was the variety day after day. So it is always easy to do some irrational things under great pressure. When I feel that my messy life needs to be taken care of from scratch, when I feel that my boyfriend can't play the role of boyfriend, and when I have a bad temper and don't want to see anyone, my boyfriend has not appeared by my side for several days, which gives me enough time to think about all kinds of inappropriateness and gives me the best reason to break up. Therefore, I decided to clear up my life and my mood and pressure before I have a boyfriend. I asked my friend to return the pony and two other gifts my boyfriend gave me. I refused to see him. I refuse to answer the phone and reply to text messages. I intend to leave in the quietest way. Then, I listened to the recalled songs again. I'm looking forward to starting from scratch, afraid I'll never see them again. I blame my boyfriend and laugh at myself. ...

"Yes, that's the time I took my pony out of that box and returned it to him. Later ... "

Later, it was always a proper phone call and a proper conversation that broke the silence. I found that life is not a word on the blackboard, and it can't be erased without leaving a trace simply by clearing it. I found that when I don't have a boyfriend, my inner loss and pain are real. I began to go crazy to see my boyfriend, whether it was red-eyed or red-faced. As long as we can meet and talk, even if we cry, we can finally make up! Then, I received a just right phone call, which was the voice of my boyfriend I hadn't heard for several days. A big boy who I thought could give me enough support on the phone cried worse than me. I held back my tears and said, "Where are you? Let's meet. " So, in the end, we really cried and made up. Of course, what is better than the beginning is that we have learned to love and live better. Life is not a process. When the pressure is high, it is not easy to simply reset and restart ...

"Yes, he gave me my pony back later. Where did I put it ..."

Later, in more and more time, we all became more and more elegant. We all began to sort out our lives and stories seriously. At the beginning of the story, the advantages of our beloved partner, with the development of the story, life smoothed out the initial throbbing, and those casual but unavoidable shortcomings enlarged day by day with time, so we began to doubt our choices, and then a little defect began to escalate into unbearable, so we began to entangle each other every day, bury each other, rarely get along with each other, and became a war that everyone wanted to win. Although there is no doubt that both sides will lose in the end, we are full of energy. Later, at a certain moment in the story, it suddenly occurred to us that at first, he came to me with colorful white clouds, and my lover could not be so miserable. When I began to appreciate each other with my initial mood, what I once called unbearable turned out to be so cute! We began to talk calmly about each other's shortcomings and deficiencies, and began to manage ourselves carefully and understand each other. More often, we keep discovering each other's bodies as we did at the beginning, and laughter will shine in our memories. Life, fighting and laughing all the way to old age. ...

I haven't found my pony yet.

At first, I was worried about losing my pony, because I thought it was a symbol of my relationship with my boyfriend. The pony stumbled back and forth between me and my boyfriend. Now, I suddenly let go, because there is no token or symbol with special significance that deserves people's attention more than the event itself. My boyfriend and I have experienced so much, and we will experience more. At this moment, we are still around each other, and we are all trying to make each other better. The important thing is that we will always be by each other's side, which is enough!

I decided not to look for my pony, because I found something more worthy of my attention than pony. Looking for a pony, I began to clean up the messy dormitory and decided to put on a new coat. I began to ask everyone, "Have you seen my pony?" I sent a message to my boyfriend: Have you eaten?

I am in a happy mood, I am overjoyed, and I am humming a happy song.

Just when I put on my coat and prepared to go out for dinner and study with my boyfriend, I found a hard wooden object the size of a coin in my coat pocket. I took it out and saw my pony lying in my palm. ...