My first love was wonderful.

The gloomy and slightly cold weather outside just confirms my gray inner world at the moment. All along, I feel that sadness is spreading in the sky of 1 1 month ~

Telling a bitter pain needs to start with good memories. I met him in Lijiang, Yunnan. At that time, I was still a little girl who had just entered the society and was not deeply involved in the world. I don't want to follow my parents' wishes and go to my mother's fashion design company to inherit my family business. After I couldn't stand my parents' preaching, I flew to colorful Yunnan with my box.

When I first arrived in Yunnan, I was completely attracted by the beautiful, gentle and humid environment and forgot all the unhappiness with my parents. For several days, I went to the ancient city of Dali and experienced its historical culture, religious culture and national culture. When I arrived at Cangshan Erhai Lake, I felt the beautiful scenery of "Xiaguan Wind, Shangguan Flower, Cangshan Snow and Erhai Moon". Then I went to Yulong Snow Mountain, the southernmost snow mountain in China and the southernmost snow mountain in the northern hemisphere, and felt its danger and strangeness. Finally, I came to Lijiang, a sad place that I admired for a long time, but left a lifelong mark on me.

The reason why I have an unusual yearning for Lijiang is because my college roommate told me about her love affair in Lijiang. For me, who grew up with strict and slightly conservative family education, it is my dream to have a long-awaited relationship, meet an ideal boy and talk about an idol drama-like love. So before I went to Lijiang, my heart was full of expectations.

I couldn't wait to pack myself up early in the morning, put on a light makeup and set off. Looking around, there are ancient city buildings that combine the appearance of water town and mountain city everywhere. Wuhuashi pavement, stone arch bridge and wooden bridge all show originality and natural simplicity. I am a veteran foodie, and I will not let go of Lijiang's special food. Chicken bean jelly, Lijiang Baba, tender corn cake, two pieces, butter tea, all kinds of delicious food make my mouth water and I can't hold it.

Unconsciously, the night came slowly and the streets became lively. Different from the daytime, at this time, more and more fashionable and glamorous young people appear on the streets, which makes me gradually feel the charm of "the city of business". The road was crazy, and I swam slowly in the direction of people flow. According to my sixth sense, the direction of people flow must be the ancient town bar in Lijiang, because it is a paradise for young people.

The night in Lijiang is ambiguous but definitely not indulgent. There are single beautiful women and single handsome men here. Maybe two strange handsome guys and beautiful women sitting together can touch the spark of passion in music, but this is just a spark, and it is definitely not the kind of "Mosuo marriage" that the tour guide said. You can see wandering singers singing everywhere with guitars on their backs. When I was still immersed in this artistic atmosphere, a tall and stout figure blocked my view. "Hello, beauty, alone?" A deep voice drew my eyes back. A boy with black-rimmed glasses and gentle face appeared in front of me. Seeing that I just looked at him, the boy smiled awkwardly and said something that made me want to laugh. "It's actually my first time." As soon as the voice fell, we smiled tacitly. "Are you here to travel?" I casually asked, "Well, I just graduated, so I'll take a trip." "Unexpectedly, our ideas are so similar, and Lijiang is really a magical place." Along the way, we stopped and stopped, from my age to my major to my next life plan. I know a lot of information. The boy is from Shanghai, as old as me. He is studying art design in university. In the future, people want to open their own private design clubs. In the next few days, we met, traveled all over the streets of Lijiang, and went in and out of all the bars. Our relationship gradually changed from a stranger to a friend. Finally, on the night of our departure, I received a message from him, "I always nod when I meet you, but it's always hard to say anything." The moment my eyes met, I felt your tenderness. I like you ",I silently put down my mobile phone, recalling the bits and pieces we recalled together. I don't know how long it took, but I finally got up the courage. "If I promise you, you promise to accompany me to my old age." "Okay, okay, I promise." This night, the dream is sweet.

When I first fell in love, I always felt that time was short. Soon after, we all returned to our normal lives. He went to a listed company as an artist, but I was forced to help in the design department of my mother's company. The days passed day by day. Every day, like other lovers in love, we care about what the other person ate, did and when to go to bed. Shortly after the 11th holiday, we met on the Bund in Shanghai and started our first romantic date.

The eleventh holiday came early, and we packed our bags in a hurry and arrived in Shanghai. When we met, we embraced heartily, kissed impudently, and tried our best to tell the suffering of lovesickness. Then he took my hand and said, "Let's go and meet my best friend." Then he drove me to a KTV called "Haoledi" and met his good friends, including more than a dozen men and women. They all expressed great enthusiasm and welcome to my arrival, which made me feel relaxed and forgot my secret. In a blink of an eye, I have drunk too much, my eyes are getting blurred, my head is getting more and more painful, and my heart is getting more and more uneasy. Finally, I slowly lost consciousness in a noisy cry. ...

When I woke up, I was already in the hospital bed. My parents are standing by the bed, but he has already left. I turned a deaf ear to my parents' words of concern and slight blame, and tears fell silently from the corner of my eyes. At this moment, I fully realized the significance of "mourning is greater than dying in my heart". From the moment I lost consciousness, I knew that my "first love" had left me, and my "first love" was like this.

Yes, I have been suffering from hereditary epilepsy since I was a child. The doctor told me not to drink, not to be angry, not to be stimulated, but under the great magic of love, I decided to take a risk, and the punishment that followed was that my first love ended in vain. Up to now, I have never contacted him again, because I want to leave my last dignity.

Looking at the gloomy and slightly cold day outside the window, I once again lost to freezing point.