Is there love in this world?

1. You don't need to ask us this question, you need to ask yourself. Is there love in this world? I believe you will get a satisfactory answer. ...

2. Love. I'll tell you a story: "He knew Xixi many years before Dai. At that time, he was in the limelight and often appeared in the school playground in a black jersey, surrounded by a lot of crazy and warm applause whistles.

In the corner of the lilac flowers on the left side of the campus, Xixi sat alone, holding a book quietly, without laughing, talking or moving, from beginning to end. As if eternity had passed, she rose in Huo Ran, still silently passed through the crowd watching the ball and disappeared into the depths of dusk.

From this, he noticed her lonely figure, but he didn't care very much. Xixi is the kind of girl who is far away from him. She always comes and goes quietly, giving people a sense of dispensability. After three years of classmates, he still doesn't think much about her face.

She wants to pick a rose in flames, and Xixi is only a daisy at best. So when I learned from my classmates that she had a good impression on me, I was surprised, and then I was ready to run away without thinking.

Xixi holds a big bunch of beautiful white freesia that he gave her. She understood this refusal and tears slowly soaked her eyelids. She left lightly without saying or doing anything.

At this time, between the golden leaves and people in autumn, he was bewitched by a girl with a reserved and cold chocolate skin. He is afraid of her for no reason.

During that time, they often walked slowly by the dark and rainy Xuanwu Lake. Wearing a lilac umbrella, they are holding hands at a distance. Her soft fingers made him grasp all the health and truth of life in a trance. His dreams are full of Dai, Dai Scarlett, Dai Solo, Dai Big Sweet Orange, Dai Warm and Clean Hair and Dai Slim. From time to time, there are letters from Xixi, and the warm and exquisite stationery is full of vague and unfamiliar handwriting. A simple and happy heart will suddenly hit a vacant mood of praying for forgiveness.

That's all.

During the summer vacation, he occasionally meets Xixi. Xixi changed a lot. She permed her hair, wore a silver-red linen shirt and a white embroidered silk scarf, which made her elegant and extremely indulgent. He heard that she made a dozen boyfriends like a windmill and broke up one by one like lightning.

Later, a large group of their classmates invited them to climb the mountain. At the peak of Lianglin, she and Xixi watched the sunset on the hillside together. There is a sad old song "Yesterday Comes Again" on the portable radio. Tiny tones are scattered in the huge and noisy mountain wind. Xixi looked up at him silently and said a little sadly, "When I was young-what was I doing when I was young!"

He walked into her involuntarily, and she suddenly grabbed his hand and closed her face. His palm suddenly overflowed with warm tears, and he finally felt her feelings for Qian Shan.

But he can't give her any promises. Xixi hurried down the mountain, singing all the way, and there was a slight commotion when he reached the foot of the mountain. It turned out that Xixi sprained his foot and was beaten by a group. He looked at the white and delicate skin on her instep from a little distance, where there was no sign of redness, but he endured tears drop by drop. He covered his face, suppressed and cried, and his shoulders trembled cautiously. He really, really wanted to pull her narrow shoulders and dry her tears. He knows why she is in pain, but he can't deceive himself.

He turned around, closed his eyes, held a flowering kapok tree and pressed his forehead on the trunk. It was a pity.

Just regret, just reluctant, just sad, and haven't seen each other for two or three years. After graduating from college, he stayed in the hot Nanjing for Dai. But Xixi gave up the opportunity to go to a newspaper in Beijing and stayed in Nanjing to be a secretary of a small company for the time being. It seems unnecessary for him not to look for her.

Dai Qiao went to the United States for further study by chance, and he knew he couldn't keep her. The night before leaving, he didn't let her see her cry all night. Diane was in pain, but she didn't hesitate or look back.

The weather is warm and cold, the sun is shining, and there are extremely shallow clouds surging. The plane passed through the clouds dully and roared for a long time. He stood alone in the noisy terminal for a long time, dreaming of the refreshing early autumn in a foreign country and the endless sunshine in California. He doesn't know if this is forever.

Through the glass door, he caught a glimpse of Xixi standing motionless, his arms wrapped in a thick tweed coat. The crowd passed by, noisy and hectic, and Xixi asked him with motionless eyes: Can you not leave? Can we stop here?

His heart was broken with pain, for Dai and for Xixi. Before the winter was over, he received Dai's wedding photo. In the photo, Dai is wearing a pink Scottish backless dress with a shiny crystal necklace hanging on it. Behind it is a clear French window. You can see the cross of the church outside the window, and the gray pigeons fly slowly.

He spent the cold Christmas with a girl he had known for a long time. The girl has a good figure, delicate and protruding, with long hair flowing over her shoulders. When she doesn't quarrel, she relives the way of love with Dai: tennis, swimming, traveling ... The world is full of dust, so is the love game.

One day, he saw Xixi in a photography exhibition hall, carrying a leather bag alone, smiling slightly, and looking at an abstract work seriously in a golden sunset. He stared at her and was inexplicably moved.

At that time, the girl went to Hainan to work. He wrote to her tirelessly and kept wandering between the post office and the mailbox, but there was no news of the girl. When he tried to forget her, a letter came and she said she was busy. He forgave her unconditionally and easily. He couldn't get rid of the loss, and he felt extremely tired. Walking in the chaotic city streets, he gradually heard the sound of planes. He thought of Sisi's black eyes.

He began to take his female classmate Mei seriously. Mei was born in a noble family, gentle, cheerful and rich. She held his hand tightly and wouldn't allow him to be a passerby.

On the day of engagement, an old classmate made a special trip to celebrate and mentioned Xixi gloomily. Xixi was robbed and stabbed by a gangster one night and was taken to the hospital. In a drunken dream, he kept calling out a familiar name, which was shocking. He jumped up and sat down slowly again.

He visited her after all. Xixi said a blessing to him flatly, and there were some tiredness in his eyes that made him unforgettable. He is more and more ashamed and uneasy, and more and more inferior. There is a pot of marigold on the windowsill of Xixi, which is slowly blooming beautifully. He remembered a movie he saw many years ago. Love is more cruel than death, and his heart is broken for no reason.

Xixi decided to go back to his hometown after being injured. He was a little shocked when he learned the news. He sat in Mei's living room and kissed her madly. He said to Mei, Let's get married tomorrow, shall we? OK or not? Mei smiled and didn't resist his will. He deliberately did something that made him addicted. He works hard. In the evening, he used his bicycle to carry his eyebrows to Xuanwu Lake to listen to birds chirping and whispering, and then he drank countless cups of bitter coffee. Playing billiards with friends at night, losing again and again made him flustered.

At night, he held his eyebrows and watched movies in the late-night cinema, and his eyebrows fell asleep. He picked up another book and left it on the carpet, glancing casually at a poem painted in red: If you are a tearful shooter/I am that/Bai Niao is determined not to dodge.

He suddenly froze. Thinking of Xixi irresistibly, he stood up and went out.

The streets of Nanjing, immersed in shallow fog and flashing neon lights, are full of Xixi's tired but blameless eyes, and he can't go out anyway. He walks like a sleepwalker, knocking at the door from the bottom of his heart unconsciously. The house was covered with fallen leaves, and Xixi leaned against the lintel, staring at him with big black eyes blurred, without any expression. The narrow corridor is full of crowded bags, and the coral red light and shadow are lightly printed on the empty wooden floor in the center.

He stretched out his arms and hugged her warm body gently, and tears forced into his eyes. At this moment, he wanted to say sorry, but he whispered to her, Xixi, don't let us miss this life. He thought, love is a trip, a search, a destiny takes a hand's pursuit, you can't choose, you can't escape.