Fall in love with someone (2 answers on Zhihu)

200 1 year, I met a girl on the internet by chance. I am in Wuxi and she is in Chongqing. I 18 years old and she 13 years old.

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I went to college in 2002 and came to Shanghai. I wrote something and met some people. When I published my first book in 2004, I felt a little thin. It doesn't matter to live a frivolous life. In 2005, the second and third books were published, which made me even more complacent.

2005

In the spring of 2006, I wrote a novel with her as the heroine, which was published in early 2006, so don't mention it.

In the autumn of 2005, I experienced a very devastating thing. Anyway, I almost committed suicide and was taken to the hospital. At that time, I was hiding in the dark, to be exact, I had collapsed, and I had great doubts about everything about myself-really everything.

At that time, I called her and said this sentence, which made her cry. She cried for a while, then calmed down and said quietly, don't worry, I'm coming.

In the summer of 2006, she finished the college entrance examination, which violated her parents' arrangement (this matter still had consequences). She filled in the volunteer of a university in Shanghai and came to Shanghai. Before that, we had never met, and the photos had never met. Just talking.

We first met in September, and then we got together.

That autumn, the two of them lived in poverty-partly because I didn't have a fixed income at that time, and partly because she was Miss Butler and used to eating luxurious food. At first, both of them were unprepared and spent all their money-so they had to count coins to eat mala Tang, preferring to ride around and save money on the subway. Breakfast used to be made by sweeping coins under the sofa and in the corner.

In June of that year, 1 1, before she went back to school for an exam, we counted the ticket money and finally there was some money left. Both of them were hungry for a long time and bought two China steamed buns. 1 1 On a sunny and warm afternoon, two people who decided to live a poor life sat at the T-junction, leaning against the fire hydrant, basking in the sun and sharing Chinese buns happily. I always felt that the food I ate after that was not as good as the Chinese hamburger at that time. It was the first time that I saw a girl from Yutang Yuma's house sitting on a fire hydrant and eating China steamed buns seriously. I don't think there is anything to say in my life.

Since then, one thing has been decided. But if "falling in love" is the standard, things are far from over.

Since then, it has been more than six years. I am impatient, she is stubborn, and it is easy for them to quarrel together, but both of them have bad memories, and there is no overnight feud. They are both interested in each other, so up to now, both of them have something to talk about. Influenced by me, she likes history, games, sports and painting. Influenced by her, I changed from listening to woodwind and cello to being a fan of piano concerto and Rachmaninov. She loved wonton and steamed buns in Wuxi, and I learned to eat spicy food. I made friends with her in several games on the PS3. She taught me to play Age of Empires online. Wait, wait, wait

She was going to study in Paris in 2007, so I began to save money to learn French. Because she didn't want to touch the resources at home, and it was pure DIY, and I was a freelance writer without any work experience, relying entirely on the manuscript fee and bank running water, and there was no interpersonal relationship to entrust, so when she started going abroad on 20 10, the two of them were at a loss and took many detours. But every time they encounter difficulties, they can still comfort each other and help each other. Every time I pass a checkpoint, I feel like I'm walking a flight of stairs. Just like two people playing tennis, the more opponents play, the more terrible the danger they experience and the more they will comfort each other afterwards: what luck, what fate. ...

At first, love was largely a psychological hint, "Ah, because of some details, I fell in love with her." Many people think so. After entering the state of love, it is easy to become more and more fascinated, and beauty is in the eyes of the lover. But I think love is not calculated from "love" or "not love", but from "how much love". There is no right or wrong in love, only depth. It was beautiful when I first entered the state of love, but the operation and maintenance after that was endless.

For example, a few days before leaving Shanghai for Paris, when two people moved, they tried to jointly move 12 boxes of books to the door of the community, totaling 840 kg. I went out with one box and came back to move the second one. I saw her somehow push the box bigger than her to the entrance of the building. At that time, I had no other thoughts than praising her as Gaia. For example, at my first meal in Paris, I ate Yangzhou fried rice. When I walked into the room, I found that she somehow cooked an authentic potato and mushroom hot and sour soup. For example, when I went to Japan in March, she knew my interest and recited the map of Kyoto one day in advance, dragging me all the way. It's easy to be grateful at this time-not for her, but for fate.

Many times, trivial details in daily life will make people feel excited, such as waking up in the morning to write, putting a glass of water on her bed and seeing her sleeping face. For example, two people start to clean up the room together, set up the coffee table, blanket, lamp, TV and book, and then lean on the sofa to watch the ball game, and feel very happy while eating grapes.

As I wrote before, a person will love another person, usually because he or she represents the best mood you have ever had (leisure, happiness, love), which may be stored in a song, a meal, a book or a certain weather. Everyone has this addiction, and it is a long series of bitter and sweet stories. So everyone's love, dating back to the end, is always about dreams or love or the beauty of some pure time. For me, because so many things have happened, this relationship is particularly fulfilling; And every day after that, some new and lovely details are happening, so every day I feel a little more than my previous love. So if falling in love is the standard, then I will continue to fall in love with her every day. That's it.

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Yellow film

She is obviously poor, with only a few clothes, but you can see her efforts, washing the clothes clean, and even deliberately tying sneakers on her feet to avoid revealing black and white shoelaces. She bent down with long legs and carefully picked up the wool balls on her socks, one by one. Then, I can find that the worn parts of her collar and cuffs are sewn with needle and thread.

So she came over, without makeup.

Make-up, fresh hair washing, walking can make you fly.

He has a smile on his face.

At that moment, I suddenly liked her.

I remembered the scene when my family was poor when I was a child. While trying to dress up in front of the mirror, my mother said, "Someone introduced someone to your mother today. Be good at the dinner table in the future. If he is kind to you, let's make him your father. " "I said, look at myself, and then turned to look at me:" Look, is mom good-looking? 」

Seeing her, she worked as hard as my mother.

She loves herself diligently and solemnly.

Why don't I love her?