My first girlfriend committed an issue of principle...Give me a hat...She said nice things to me and acted out...It's been almost a year. Do I have to forgive her?

I never thought that today, ten years later, I would meet her. The love and excitement of the reunion made me unable to hold back my turbulent heart; could the heartbeat of the past come back? It turns out that we both miss each other, but the fate is not deep enough to keep us together and we can meet again. I am already so grateful. Feeling the same hot heart again after decades is a gift from God to compensate us. I can’t help but want to ask you who read this article: What would you do if you met that unforgettable person again ten years later? The following is my true story. I just want to write it down to commemorate the woman who moved me the most.

That spring, I was destined to fall into love. Before graduating from the secondary school, the school sent us to an internship in a poor mountainous area. It was a very remote place with extremely inconvenient transportation and poor living conditions. But everyone was very excited and had a smile that couldn't be hidden on their faces. After all, there was no need to Going to class again, after all, I am about to enter the society, and I feel a growing sense of pride.

When I first became a teacher, I felt uneasy and worried about whether I would be able to teach, but I was worried about how to successfully complete the last arrangement because I was the monitor. The school has already made arrangements with the local education bureau, and they only need to be sent directly to the central school. The principals of each branch will receive them in the school district on the same day. The branch schools will solve the problem of food and accommodation, and prepare their own bedding, tableware and daily necessities. The head teacher is a female teacher. Not long after she graduated from the Normal University, the original "old class" resigned. She took over in the second year and taught "pedagogy" at the same time, and she really had no experience. Looking at her pretty dress, anyone with a discerning eye would know that she must be the type who doesn't care about anything. Besides, she is used to relying on me. I have always had the final say in class affairs.

Don’t worry about living and safety arrangements. We are all adults and have self-discipline. The most difficult thing is the grouping of students. There are more girls than boys. Among the 50 students, there are 34 girls and 16 boys. The male to female ratio is 1:2. What makes me even more troubled is that almost all the boys have partners. From the beginning, they clamored to be assigned to the same school as their girlfriends. On the one hand, they can take care of each other, and more importantly, they have the opportunity to cultivate relationships. However, a very real problem is that after graduation, most students will face separation of work, work problems, regional problems, economic problems, parents' opinions, etc. I know that those bad guys want to take advantage of the opportunity, including me, I know some things well.

As far as work is concerned, if they decide like that, it will have a great negative impact. They will definitely leave a laughing stock in the local school. Don’t tell the big problem, just because men and women are noisy. Small things can bring discredit to the school, and the principal repeatedly emphasized during mobilization: "Add glory to the collective and show the school's style." I always adhere to my principle: work and personal feelings must be distinguished and cannot be confused. So I resolutely refused to listen to them, and made adjustments amidst my friends' incomprehension, specifically "beating up the couple." My girlfriend also wanted to be with me, so I had no choice but to part ways with her. There are 15 schools, 5 of which are large schools, and each school can accommodate 4 people, and the rest can only accommodate 3 people, which is very suitable. The boys are assigned to a school each to help the girls carry their luggage. They also serve as group leaders in the local school, responsible for communicating and coordinating relationships, taking care of the girls, and doing all the gravity work. Apparently my girlfriend is also being led by someone else.

I was assigned to a group with Fen and Li. Li had a boyfriend in the class, but Fen was not in the queue because he was an ugly duckling. When I was choosing an internship location, I chose a poorer school based on my style. The school has more than 60 students and 3 teaching classes. Grades 1, 3 and 2 and 4 are all taught in duplex mode. The school has 10 rooms, 6 of which are classrooms, one is an office, and the other three are teachers' dormitories. The original three teachers were all from the village. They went home after school and did not live on campus at all, so after we went there, they just cleaned up their respective dormitories and gave them to us. The village chief sent everyone to cook for us when we ate. It was a daily meal. There was no improvement at all because we were guests, and the quality of the food was still very poor. In more than half a month of internship, I never smelled any fishy smell. The best time is to eat noodles with braised noodles and two fried eggs.

After one day of internship, Li’s family called to inform her that there was an emergency. Her mother was hospitalized, so she applied for leave from the school and went back. Fen and I were the only two people left here. After dinner, we went back to school from the fellow villagers’ home to rest. At this time, we were the only ones guarding the big yard, and I always closed the door tightly as soon as I entered the school, trying to be brave for Fen. At night, sometimes it is very dark, and you can't see your fingers. Sometimes the moonlight is bright, and it is unusually cold in the lonely space. There is no entertainment to kill time here, only to waste every minute and second. The Walkman I brought with me when I came here only became my life-saving straw. Repeating a "tape", even playing the same music, also made me very happy. I don't know how Fen passed away the loneliness. I began to miss my girlfriend. If she were around, I wouldn't be so bored. At least kissing and hugging would take up most of the time, and her wisdom bank would be full of stories and jokes.

Three days passed in such a peaceful manner. Fen said in the chat that it felt like every day was like a year. She was very scared and had not slept for three nights. She could only close her eyes for a while at dawn. . On the fourth day, the weather changed, and the first spring rain of that year began. The light rain kept falling non-stop, from morning until late at night. On this night, Fen and I had an affair. The story of men and women.

After dinner, we still came to the campus and closed the door tightly as before. The difference was that she said she couldn't sleep and wanted to talk. She came to my hut, and I poured boiling water for her and added the honey I brought with me. She talked a lot, and I also talked a lot, about things in my hometown, school experiences, interesting things on campus, and conflicts between classmates, etc. I felt a rare sense of relaxation, and she was no longer timid. This was the first time I had a long conversation with her in my middle school life of 2019. Most of the time, we just said hello. We both felt fresh about each other and talked about the future.

Tonight, time passed very quickly, in the blink of an eye it was already 1 o'clock in the morning, and 6 hours had passed from 7 pm to now, and we had no idea that she was still going strong, and I was not. drowsiness. I said, you should sleep for a while, right here, there are no outsiders here, and I don’t want to sleep either. Looking at you, listening to music or reading a book on the chair, aren’t you scared? She leaned on the quilt and lay down on her side. She said she was really tired. She accidentally pressed the switch cord squeezed on the bedside and the light went out. Suddenly, silence! Terrible silence, 1 second, 2 seconds, 5 seconds, 10 seconds, I walked to the bed and touched her feet in the darkness. In an instant, I had the impulse and started to hug her tightly. She didn't struggle, but buried her head deeply in my arms.

That night, for the first time, I truly felt a woman’s soft body, and I was intoxicated! Only intoxication! However, unfortunately, something happened, and I did not successfully complete the "first time". She asked me, have you never had sex with her? I said, really no, she was only allowed to move her upper body... Just like that, we were together every night in the following days. From then on, I became familiar with her and became familiar with women. I mentioned that I should be responsible for her, but she refused. She did not accept charity from love, let alone threaten anything for it. She also told her secret that she was raped by a neighbor boy when she was 15 years old. He also took the opportunity to pester me several times when she grew up. She also said she was not good enough for me and wished me good luck in life.

I am grateful to Fen. I don’t know what it is about her that always moves me. Is it her phrase “wish me good luck in life”? Or something else? In short, I have been thinking about her for ten years. After all, the internship days are limited, because Fen is also short-lived, and it ends quickly, and I will reunite with my classmates again soon. However, soon, we separated again in a real sense, because of graduation, we agreed to meet again ten years later.

Ten years have passed very quickly, quietly spent under the pressure of life. I fulfilled my original promise, organized a class reunion, met my former girlfriend, and met Fen. They are still so familiar, but my girlfriend feels more strange in the familiarity, while Fen seems so kind. I understand that this is because I have missed her for a long time.

During the free communication time, I did not meet up with my ex-girlfriend, but secretly met up with Fen. No one knew that we would have an affair, and no one could believe that I would be with her, but things turned out to be so legendary. We opened the room, still wanting to feel the same way we did ten days ago. Our bodies have changed, we have become older, and we are no longer young, but the fiery passion is still the same as before. We are intoxicated and can only be intoxicated. Maybe, this is ten years of waiting and expectation, maybe this is the gift of never contacting each other in ten years.

When we said goodbye, she told me that we had had children back then. I hugged her tightly again...

The first encounter is fate, and meeting again is courage. If the person you once deeply loved suddenly appears in front of you, do you have the courage to feel that time again? heartbeat?