I just heard that the feelings in high school are too simple, and few people can really be together in the end. Even together, few people can be happy. I want to know. ...

It is said that the seven-year itch is a hurdle.

When two people are together and cross this hurdle, it is happiness. If you can't get through, you leave.

Our love, from the first day, has been 2284 days now. Six years and three months, or in other words, the beginning of the seventh year. At the beginning, we tripped over this hurdle.

It turns out that seven years is really itchy. . .

For me now, it's like a scabbed scar. It itches if you don't touch it Scratch it, it will hurt. . .

Those memories are blurred ~

What has never been blurred is you in my heart. . .

We realize that it has been ten years since the calculation. In these ten years, we spent four years to get to know, get familiar with, become friends, get to know and understand. Six years, love, from warm to dull, from love to affection.

When I first met her, I was not impressed. Because at that time, we were from two different worlds.

At that time, we were divided into classes in senior two, arts and sciences, I was divided into classes in senior one, and I was assigned to her class.

I was one of the so-called "poor students" in my class at that time. I don't like studying, and I lost control. In our key high school full of "good students", I mix with the most naughty people in the school every day. At that time, she was a model of a good student. The monitor of this class has short hair, is generous and natural, has a hot temper and has no feminine taste at all.

Later, I got to know each other gradually because I sat at the front and back tables. She realized that I was not a born rascal, but a kind-hearted boy.

I also realized that she is not such a nerd, nor such a macho woman. She is a fanatical Argentine fan, and likes the wild Batty. It is against discipline to watch the ball. At that time, she had a childhood boyfriend who had talked for several years. As a "good student", she almost had an aboveboard "puppy love". This deeply subverts the concept of a so-called good student in my heart and makes me sit up and take notice of her.

So, from classmates to friends to buddies. Later, we became brother and sister with the same birthday, but she was two months older than me. We look alike and have been treated as brothers and sisters more than once. This kind of fate makes us feel that maybe we can really be brothers and sisters for life.

In that case, we wouldn't be here today ~ maybe we have our own happiness long ago, and we can share happiness with each other ~

The days of high school passed quickly. After graduation, she went to a key university in Beijing. As for me, I originally planned to go to Beijing to go to college, but I missed it by five points and went to Qingdao.

University life is very pleasant, especially for people like me who are naturally fond of playing and can play. I was really young and frivolous at that time. In a place that doesn't pay much attention to grades, I am like a duck to water and participate in various activities organized by the school. The scenery is infinite.

Emotionally, it is also blooming everywhere. At that time, I really believed in constellations. I believe that Gemini men are born with sentimental seeds, so they should be coquettish and wild emotionally, and they should have good female relations.

Ever since, falling in love has become a compulsory course, and my girlfriend has talked about it several times, even here, where it is ambiguous. I put every emotion into it, just like facing a good table. Although I eat every dish carefully and happily, nothing I like.

At that time, I didn't consider eating only one dish for a lifetime.

In this love life, there is always someone I am willing to share with. That's my sister.

I told her about every love, every girl I fell in love with, and shared my show off in an ostentatious manner.

She always tells me about her life with her sisters, and occasionally mentions her long love life, from warmth to triviality. So we sometimes envy each other, then comfort each other and settle down our lives.

Two years. Without the novelty of suddenly being free when I just went to college. Falling in love also began to say that I was tired.

In the summer vacation of my sophomore year, I finally got out of several tangled feelings. Back to a happy bachelor life.

So just after the holiday, I happily set foot on the train to Beijing, visited her, my "sister" and my two good buddies, and visited the long-lost capital by the way.

I enjoyed my trip to Beijing during the summer vacation.

Accompanied by three dignitaries, they visited the Palace Museum, Monument to the People's Heroes and other famous landmarks, and made non-academic visits to Tsinghua, Peking University, Beihang University, Agricultural University and other institutions of higher learning, and paid special attention to their canteens.

After a pleasant three-day trip to Beijing, my two buddies stayed in Beijing because of their own affairs. She and I got on the train home.

It's a long journey, which gives us a lot of time to talk alone.

We shared our lives in the past two years and felt the changes in each other.

I haven't changed much, actually. She changed from a womanizer and tomboy to a charming and delicate girl. Although it is still so careless, it is full of femininity.

At night, she fell asleep on my shoulder. My heart suddenly seemed to be thrown into a stone and began to ripple faintly.

Before that, we didn't act intimately, but we were as unscrupulous as our brothers and sisters. Even though we talked about some sensitive topics, we didn't have any special ideas. But at that moment, my heart suddenly accelerated a little.

I am thin. Sleeping on my shoulder is not a comfortable posture. She was confused and complained that I was too embarrassed. So I put my arm around her and let her lean on my chest, which is a more comfortable posture. She fell asleep again, as usual, and didn't feel anything special. My heart, but dare not say that there is no trace of distractions. . .

After returning home, we still chat every day and go out to play regularly.

I'm surprised that I haven't met her boyfriend, because I have met her boyfriend and called her brother-in-law jokingly.

I heard from her friend that there had been conflicts during that time and I was not very happy. She also mentioned something, and I didn't ask too much, just knowing that two people are often unhappy and sometimes make her sad.

Until one day, she said they were going to break up. She didn't say why, only that she had done too much for him.

As far as I know, it is the same. They have been classmates since primary school and have been together since junior high school. It will take seven or eight years to figure it out.

She loves him with all her heart. At that time, she had already lived in his house as a prospective daughter-in-law, and even had an abortion for him. And he, not a good-tempered person, loved her very much, but he was not good to her at that time.

I feel terrible, but I don't know what to say.

It is said that there is a difference between persuasion and non-persuasion. I really think she should leave him.

Of course, I always said you were fine.

Later, she mentioned them less and less, and I simply didn't bother to ask, so they went their own way. The topic of our conversation is as far apart as ever, without scruple.

Because we have known each other before, we don't feel shy when it comes to sensitive topics.

Anyone who has had this experience should know that if you talk about this topic with the opposite sex, if there is nothing to avoid, it is likely that the more you talk, the more excited you are. If you don't grasp it well, you will have the impulse to cross the line.

I'm obviously not sure. . .

So one day, when I talked about skills, after I boasted proudly, she expressed doubts. I said I didn't believe you. Try it yourself. She said it was good.

It was a joke.

I don't know if she was serious, but my heart was pounding.

As a warm-blooded youth, I haven't made out with girls for several months. This temptation, even a joke, can make people impulsive. . .

A few days later, we mentioned it again, and I think she could feel it, too. I am serious.

And she, after confirming that I am serious, also took it seriously. . .

I think at that time, for her, looking for this kind of excitement and fishing her out of her emotional unhappiness may be the real purpose.

Or she is looking for a point to support the lever in her heart and let her leave him.

I showed up. . .

So, we had a one-night stand.

To be exact, it can't be called a one-night stand, because it was a hot afternoon.

On my hot bed. For the first time, I held her hand, hugged her and kissed her as a man, not as a "brother". Hold her in your arms.

We are both as nervous as our first night. I still remember her stiff feeling at first, her trembling body when I hugged her ~

I will always remember that day, July 26th.

Perhaps it is because of this abrupt beginning that we are doomed to an abrupt end ~

I have never mentioned our beginning to any friends around me.

Because many people, including myself, believe that love that begins with a one-night stand will end in a hurry like a one-night stand ~

But I hope we can last for a long time, as if it were plain love from the beginning ~

Speaking of one-night stands, we also have interesting coincidences. Her birthday is 4 19, which happens to be the English pronunciation of one-night stand, and she has been very ostentatious about it. In fact, I have been thinking silently in my heart. According to this logic, isn't my birthday pronounced more waves-619, one-night stand? I didn't tell her. Let her continue to show off in an ostentatious manner.

After that day, I put my arm around her waist, and the two of us just lay in bed, looking at each other stupidly and with complicated eyes.

That's really an inexplicable feeling. Just like the story says. I slept with my friend. . . Not a girlfriend, but a friend for many years. . . What's more, I have always regarded her as my sister. . . This is a love affair. . .

Thankfully, we are all satisfied with each other's performance in bed. Aside from those unclear thoughts and feelings, as bed companions, we all gave each other great recognition.

I don't remember the details of the second and third time.

I only remember that in that summer vacation, I had a love that was not love.

Because we didn't say a word of love. Although we have always been close, I didn't expect to be so close, when she is not my girlfriend.

After that, she also made up her mind to leave the man who broke her heart but still loved her deeply.

I later learned from her sister's mouth that for him, she paid a lot, suffered a lot of grievances, and has been enduring it without regrets, as if it should be. If it weren't for my appearance, I think, even if she is sad again, she will live with him all her life.

When she said she would leave him, I remember her saying, "I will never be so kind to others again." I want to be selfish and love myself more! " "

I have always remembered this sentence, or I still have it in my heart. Later, I asked her if what she said in those years would be used on me. She smiled and told me that she wouldn't, because I was different. She changed her mind because of me. I am stupid and happy.

Until we broke up, in retrospect, in fact, this sentence has been buried in her heart, like a brand. I can't forget it.

As for that young man, I used to feel very ashamed of him. Of course, I also hold a grudge against him, hating him for what he did to her. After they broke up, they kept in touch occasionally, and I didn't mind too much. I can understand that it is not easy to love someone for so many years.

Now, we are close friends, because we have always loved the same girl. . .

That summer, she wore an extra ear as a souvenir for both of us. Three ear holes, plus one in my ear, make two pairs ~

I didn't ask her when they broke up, or whether they would break up. She didn't tell me anything about them. As if it had nothing to do with us.

Our relationship is closer, but not as close as a couple. We still love each other, but we are not boyfriend and girlfriend.

The summer vacation will be over soon, and we will go back to our respective schools. She goes to Beijing and I go to Qingdao.

We made an appointment for him to meet me in Qingdao on 1 1 month 1 1 day. It has become our habit to keep in touch every day.

Soon she told me that they had completely broken up. The news of the breakup is good news for all of us. She can let go of the burden in her heart, and I can express my love to her aboveboard.

As expected, I became her boyfriend.

Eleven, we can finally be together like lovers, holding hands.

Happy days pass quickly.

After a short holiday together, we started a long-distance relationship.

The distance from Beijing to Qingdao is not close, but 900 kilometers is nothing to us. We keep in touch day and night. At that time, short messages were the most commendable records in my life. On average, there are 1500 short messages per month, which has made great contributions to the mobile services in the two places.

My classmates buried me, saying that people took time to send text messages, while I took time to do other things in various activities such as texting, eating and attending classes, and my mobile phone never left my hand. Send text messages anytime, anywhere.

Besides surfing the Internet, because we can talk about Q, the first thing I do when I wake up every morning is to send her a text message saying good morning. Every night, I fall asleep with my mobile phone. The next morning, I rummaged through the quilt for my mobile phone.

Although we are separated from each other, we seem to be together every day. Full of happiness.

In addition to supporting telecommunications, we have also made great contributions to the railway industry.

At that time, going back and forth by train between Beijing and Qingdao was as frequent as taking a bus.

Traveling between the two cities, we successfully witnessed the great speed increase of the train. From Qingdao to Beijing, 1 1 hour to 9 hours by car.

That overnight train doesn't seem to be long. As long as we can meet, we are not too tired.

From school to Qingdao Railway Station, and then to Beijing Railway Station, getting off the subway to Gongzhufen and taking a bus to their school became my most familiar route.

I also needed her to pick me up at the train station from the beginning. I could leave the night before, and the next morning I appeared in her bedroom downstairs with a smile, and then came to see me after she had a good sleep.

Of course, she can't sleep at this time, always waiting for me to arrive early the next morning, and then go to the hotel with me to make up my nap.

In those years, we stayed in a small hotel near their school.

In 2005, for all gamers, an important thing happened-World of Warcraft took a public beta ~

As an unavoidable gamer, I can't escape.

The public beta of Warcraft China was fully opened in May 2005 1 a few days ago. My friend and I also registered an account early, and we are looking forward to it. As soon as the public beta was opened, it was put into the cause of Warcraft.

Not long after the opening ceremony, the May Day holiday was ushered in. I must spend this holiday with her. So I went to Beijing in high spirits during the May Day holiday.

I had a good time with her during the holiday, but I still have a few things on my mind-wow. How many grades does my friend have? I'm not familiar with the operation, so I can't be left behind by the big team.

Returning to school after May Day, I was completely immersed in that magical world. I soon became addicted. As the first players, there are many things that we need to spend time exploring. I spent a day and a night in the Internet cafe. Although I still keep in touch with her, she can clearly feel my absence of mind. Contradictions are slowly emerging.

When texting was not good, she began to call me to quarrel. I know I'm wrong, so I always listen to her quarrel honestly. Apologize and admit your mistake. Admit it again, admit it again. . .

I remember she wrote angrily in her blog "I hate Warcraft"

I understand how the word "game widow" came from.

Fortunately, we are 900 kilometers away, which can keep the contradiction from intensifying. I also learned my super-fast texting speed. It's not a cover to text while typing a copy.

Of course, as a man, I still have some restraint. At least when I am with her, I try not to play games. But the price is also heavy, that is, I have to spend more time chasing my friends in the game. Therefore, I became a model of game and love among my friends.

Long-distance love is actually very painful, thinking about each other every day but not even seeing each other. Although I have been in contact, when I talk to her, I can only look at her photos and imagine her expression at that time.

Only meeting once every few months can make each other's thoughts and passionate love burst out at one time.

At that time, I thought it was true that distance produced beauty. Every time we meet, we love each other to death. I'm not just talking about sex. We are inseparable for almost 24 hours, and we stick together intimately anytime and anywhere.

She is no longer like a "sister", but like a little girl, who likes to stick to me, hold my arm and lean on my shoulder, as gentle as a kitten.

The summer of 2005 is the happiest summer in my memory.

That summer vacation, the two of us secretly made a bold decision. Instead of going home together, spend a summer vacation together.

So, we each asked for leave from home and lied about staying at school. She came to Qingdao from Beijing. I rented a house near the school, and we had a small life together for the first time.

Because the house is shared with people, it is actually similar to the daily rental house where we met on holiday. The difference is that without the sense of urgency to meet at ordinary times, we have two months to be together every day. This kind of happiness is beyond words.

In those two months, I was carefree. We hug each other every day and wake up naturally, get up unhurriedly and stagger out of the house. We walked the streets of Qingdao, walked hand in hand by the sea, ate barbecue and drank draft beer at the food stall at night, and then strolled home unhurriedly.

There is no sorrow or trouble, so stay together beautifully every day. Even a honeymoon is not too much.

Or what happened that summer ~

Although a summer vacation is very short, the happiest summer is still vivid in retrospect ~

Both she and I like Qingdao very much. Because I have lived there for four years, I am used to the city, the life there, the climate there, the environment there, and the best memories there ~ And she, from the first time she went there, liked the place ~ probably more because of girls' preference for beautiful places ~

We spent half the time in bed that summer. Of course it's not just sex. Because of the shared house, all the time we stayed at home, we hid in that small room. Watching TV together is the best way for us to kill time. I like to lean on the bed, let her sit in front of me, lean in my arms, and watch her favorite Friends and Here comes Kangxi with her computer. . . Actually, I'm not interested in them. I just like her to lean on me, serene and sweet.

At school, our living expenses are not too much, and a large part is for paying rent and eating. So when you go out, even if you go shopping, you just stroll around, take a walk, see the scenery and buy something delicious, that's all. I am grateful that she didn't ask too much of me materially. I often see something I like outside. Even if I say I want to buy it for her, she will pretend that she doesn't particularly like it and casually say no. Whenever this time, I will be very distressed, silently saying that I must make more money in the future and buy her what she likes.

The seaside in Qingdao is very beautiful. We walked by again and again. From trestle bridge to Badaguan, Taiping Corner to May 4th Square, to sculpture garden, there are even stone old people. Just holding hands and leaving us. In fact, what we like is not the sea, but the fresh environment and happy feeling.

The seaside of Badaguan has quiet paths and scattered stone beaches, and the scenery is particularly beautiful. It is a must-see place for taking wedding photos at the seaside in Qingdao. Every time I see the bride taking wedding photos there, she is envious. Tell me hopefully, let's take wedding photos here in the future. Ok, hehe. I am serious.

Honey, I originally planned that we would take wedding photos in Qingdao next year. . .

You must be beautiful in a wedding dress against the background of blue sky and blue sea ~

Two months passed quickly. We haven't enjoyed living together enough, and school is about to start.

It's about to start the days of separation thousands of miles apart.

Fortunately, the 11th holiday is not far away, so we agreed that she would come to Qingdao again on the 11th.

From summer vacation to 1 1 month, a month is not long. It's a long vacation in a blink of an eye. However, something unexpected happened-because I didn't go home during the summer vacation, my parents decided to visit me in Qingdao and went there by the way.

I can't live alone, but I still have to meet. I didn't formally introduce her to my parents before. This is an opportunity.

Therefore, during this time, this not ugly daughter-in-law of mine is the first time to meet her in-laws.

Our family of four simply took a seven-day tour of Qingdao-Weihai. My parents took our two children to play at the seaside in Shandong. Harmony feels like a family.

In the meantime, there was a joke. Because we look alike, in the taxi in Weihai, the driver really treated us as sisters. Tell my parents that the two brothers and sisters look alike. This sentence has pained her for a long time. I've always been angry, why people say brother and sister, not brother and sister.

Sadly, during this period, my conservative parents never let me live with her. I always share a room with my father, and she shares a room with my mother. Finally, one day, I had the cheek to tell my mother that I wanted to live with her, and I was successfully cut off.

I'm glad that she can get along well with my parents. A son is actually most worried about the relationship between his wife and his mother. In our family, at least it seems that this is not a problem at all. My parents sometimes treat her better than me. She also likes my parents very much. In a short week, I seem to see a harmonious five-family in the future.

I will graduate next year ~

As graduation approaches, things become much more complicated.

Everyone has to do a graduation thesis. There are still some messy things to deal with.

At that time, she did a graduation thesis, went to a company for an internship and began to be as busy as going to work. And I followed a doctor from Ocean University to design a graduation thesis that was completely out of touch with our major. Eldest brother easily told me that there is no information about this thing in China, so the information is all in English and a little Latin. Let me translate it myself. . . Crazy. . .

With your own busy things, life becomes full. I didn't even continue to play WOW. Besides doing my graduation thesis and taking time to talk to her, I'm still preparing for finding a job.

It was said that it was difficult for college students to find jobs, and I was deeply touched at that time. Because I'm a fucking major, I can only find jobs that have nothing to do with my major. Resume after resume, interview after interview. When my buddy was still fighting for a share in the Internet cafe, I had become the legendary bully.

Not because I am active, but because I want to settle down and live with her in peace before graduation.

Before that, talk about what to do after graduation. She told me that as long as I am with you, I will go wherever you go. I believe what she said is true, and I have always taken it seriously.

I told her more than once that we would get the certificate after graduation. Although we don't have a car, a house or money, it is good for us to work together. "good". When we said this, we both looked happy and looked forward to a bright future.

At that time, the feelings were so simple, simple and lovely.

Facts have proved that all the promises made in love are only promises after all. Very little can be cashed. What we both said did not come true in the end. . .

Before I graduated, after N interviews, three or four companies finally picked a company that I thought was promising, signed an agreement, and waited for graduation to go to work. I'm thinking about our future plans, how to help him find a job after she comes, and how we can live together. It seems that the future, as we said before, will be beautiful.

Unexpectedly, at that time, the first big emotional crisis between us was slowly approaching. . .

University is the place where love happens the most, and it is also the place where breaking up the most. Especially couples who are about to graduate.

Graduation from college is a turning point in my life. I joined the society for the first time from a carefree campus environment. Where to go, I think, many people have a question mark in their hearts.

Some parents do it alone and go home to arrange work; Some people started their own struggles and stayed in other places to find their own careers; Some people choose to continue their studies and take postgraduate entrance examinations, and of course some people use this to escape the pressure of finding a job; Of course, some people lose their jobs as soon as they graduate. . . In any case, we must take a step forward.

But for couples, there is a more intractable problem-what about me and my other half?

The future and love are sometimes difficult to have both. Sometimes, it's not about two people, but about two families.

I naively thought that we wouldn't have this problem. Because we are not college classmates, our families are together, because we are all in other places, and we all intend to stay in other places, because she will follow me wherever she says.

But reality is often much more realistic than hope.

When we talked about this problem near graduation, she never thought about how to plan. Even when I said I found a good job in Qingdao, she didn't express any opinions. When I asked her if she planned to come, she told me that she wanted to stay in Beijing. . . She has a very capable relative in Beijing. At that time, she was able to arrange a good job for her, and maybe even solve her hukou. In this era of difficult employment for college students, it is much better than finding a job by yourself.

But I am depressed.

What the hell should we do?

Three days before I graduated, we had a phone call. If so, aren't we going to break up soon? I said. Yes She answered. . . . . . . Then there was a long silence. I don't remember how long we were silent. I only remember that it seemed like a century to me.

What should we do?

My brain began to think quickly. If we keep our own plans, then we will continue to live separately. It's really not that easy to meet again. If the work goes well, then we will keep this situation forever, and the conclusion can basically be equivalent to breaking up. If you don't want to be apart, one party must change the plan. She has a dependent relative in Beijing, and I walk around alone. If the Beijing hukou can be solved, we can also settle in Beijing. Boys are easier to find a job than girls, what's more, I'm a bully. Why don't I interview more times? We finally had such a relationship, how can we give up?

So, the conclusion has come out.

I came to Beijing to find you. I said.

You don't have to do this. She said.

I just want to be with you! I said.

The next day, I quit my job in Qingdao, bought a train ticket to Beijing, packed everything and sent it to Beijing.