I am a rich second generation, but I am eager for love.

Many people think that being the son of a rich man will be very happy, but it is not. When I wore a famous brand to school, when my father picked me up in a BMW, I was actually very lonely, and even my girlfriend thought I was just having fun. ...

I am born after 80. It's almost three years since I graduated, and I haven't been working. The reason is that my father won't let me suffer outside, and I am not interested in working in my father's company, so I have to be so idle.

I talked about love several times during college, and all ended in breaking up. At first I didn't understand why, but later I found out that they "suspected" that my family was too rich!

Xiaoli is the first girl I really fell in love with in my sophomore year. After I met her in the school playground that autumn, I have been writing love letters to her and bribing people around me just to please her. Finally, at the end of my sophomore year, I captured her heart. The time spent with her is the happiest time in my life. Sometimes we walk hand in hand on the path in the sunset, feeling the happy dusk. Sometimes we stop under the green trees, and she gently lies on the green grass and listens to me read the poems I wrote for her. But it didn't last long. She broke up with me since junior year. I asked her why, but she just kept crying. Didn't end up together.

After breaking up with Xiaoli, my life began to be discussed in all aspects. I often stop on the stone road we walked, but tears welled up in my eyes ... this situation continued until silence appeared. Jing is a quiet girl. Her first feeling is clear, just like the spring water overflowing from my eyes in spring, which can cool my heart. In order to pursue her, whenever and wherever, I "create" opportunities, "meet unexpectedly" with silence, and then throw a proper smile as a greeting. One to two, after the chance meeting I arranged, we actually became acquaintances. She is a girl who likes literature and studies Chinese. I began to read literary works at all times, at home and abroad, and began to talk to her about Haizi, poetry and literature. Gradually, she accepted me. To be honest, Jing is a good girl. Her family conditions are not very good, so we go out to tutor in our spare time, and the money we earn is used to subsidize her family. I am afraid that she will misunderstand, so I have been afraid to give her money to help her family, but I hope to consolidate our love with our sweat. But there is no airtight wall in the world. Finally, she learned about my family from her classmates. She wrote me this letter:

XX:

I don't know why you take a fancy to me as a poor man, because of my beauty or because you want to see my jokes. Everything is not that important. I know too many stories about rich people and have seen too many. I will eventually become a discard after your freshness. Instead, I might as well run away early. I don't want to lose my love and my dignity at the same time

Jing gave me this letter and left the next day. I didn't come to school again, and I didn't see her at her house. I didn't even get a chance to explain. In this way, I have never touched love since then. I don't understand why I can't get true love with my heart. Is it because I am the son of a rich man? I didn't regard love as the adjustment of life, nor did I play with love in my palm, but I missed love again and again. Who can tell me why?