If I could, I would never let go

People’s Park next to the campus.

Male: Four years, is this really good? Think about our happiness and look around us. Where is it not just our memories?

Female: I feel enough, I am so tired, maybe we are really not suitable, be obedient, you will find a better one, I am not good enough for you.

Man: Damn it, it’s been four years and you’ve said you’re not suitable, four years you’ve said you’re not worthy of me, what the fuck do you think I am? He hit the tree trunk hard with his hand. Although blood was flowing, it was not his hand that hurt.

Female (calmly): You are still so naive, what can you gain by doing this? Forget it, I’m leaving. I hope that when I meet you again in the future, you will become mature. The girl turned and left.

Man (his tears came surgingly, line after line, he rushed over and hugged the girl): I was wrong, can’t I change it? Don't pull away from me, please. . .

Female (although she cried, she still scolded): Can you let go of your hand? I no longer belong to you?

Male (I no longer belong to you, I no longer belong to you, this sentence kept repeating in his mind, and he weakly let go of his hand): Oh, okay.

Female: Live like a man, don’t let me look down on you.

......

1. If we are all college students, I can be said to be a poor boy. My parents are both farmers. I am the only college student in the whole village. My parents were very happy, and my happiness was astonishing after I entered college. I used the money I earned from my hard work to buy a mobile phone, which was a Nokia 6630 (I can’t remember clearly, it seems to be this one). , I am so proud of it, a color screen, an artifact that can take photos and surf the Internet. When I see other people's mobile phones are Apple or Samsung, I habitually put my mobile phone in my pocket. Fortunately, my personality is very likable. Although I am poor, many people are willing to make friends with me.

2. It was the first class of the university. We were sitting in a row in the dormitory. When the girls from our department came in, "these wolves" started to enter the judging mode, "Hey, this is My food”. "Well, she is indeed prettier than during military training" and "Oh my God, she is so big", which made all the female classmates blush with embarrassment. I didn't dare to comment because I was afraid of being looked down upon and I was afraid of what they were holding. It's all Apple, and I'm Nokia. I noticed a girl, and I vaguely remembered that wasn’t this girl the one with “short legs” during military training? So pretty in a dress. I only glanced at it and didn't dare to look more. The rest was the aftertaste of my first class in college. College was so beautiful, much happier than high school.

3. The arrival of new students not only arouses the happiness of the new students, but also arouses the enthusiasm of various societies. There is a "Martial Arts Forest" that is proficient in swords, guns, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, a "Basketball Club" with a group of mighty men, a gentle "Guofeng Club", a "Hello" "English Corner", and a "Chess Club" with a vaulting general. Clubs", the most popular ones are the school student union and the school club. Everyone knows how proud it is to join there. When I was about to hand in my application, that "little short-legged" actually joined and was not welcome. "Sketch League", who has never been young, I turned around and joined the "Sketch League". Later I found out that this club just arranges sketches and performs at various activities. When I wrote down my name, I finally knew her name. , Horse is novel, what a beautiful name, a horse with black and shiny hair, running on my grassland, I ride on her, waving my whip, let us gallop happily. "No, no" is a bit off topic.

4. The first activity of the club was specially prepared for us freshmen. There was a sketch called "Idiot Applying", with four characters: an interviewer, a fool, a heroine, and a scheming man. . Through this selection, the club determines the participants in the campus sketch competition. Although it sounds so tempting, the extra points at the end of the semester can be at least 6 points. No matter how tempting she was, my eyes never left that girl. She had jet black hair, baby bump, a pair of Anta pink sneakers, jeans I didn’t recognize, and a white top with blue dots. “Oh my God, this is a zebra.” Ah, I wave my whip and gallop on the grassland of love." I digressed again. In Wang Dachui's words, no matter what, I was successfully shortlisted in the end. They said I could play the role of the fool without any modification. She was excellent and became the heroine. I was very happy because at the end of the story, the fool and the heroine were together.

5. After nearly a month of rehearsal, I finally went on stage that day. Everything went so smoothly, especially the moment I took off my yellow rubber shoes and poured the leaves out of them, the whole place was boiling. The last plot is that I want the heroine to hold hands, look at each other, and sing true love. The moment I looked into her eyes, the whole world went silent. I couldn't hear applause, cheers, or even her singer. All I could see were those eyes, so clear, like a whirlpool. My heart is involved, is this what it feels like to be in love? At the curtain call, we held hands and took a bow.

6. Because we first met, we were always inseparable gradually. Later, the gossip among classmates also came, and they must be lovers. Otherwise, how could we go to school together, study together, and go to school together? We eat together, go shopping together, and even go home together on vacation.

I can't remember exactly how I caught up with her. I just remember that I only had her in my eyes at that time.

7. I have to admit that I spent so much time chasing her, but we actually got together so quickly. In a blink of an eye, we were both seniors, and we became a model couple in the eyes of others. Although I am poor, but I have great ambitions. As the saying goes, "The poor are still in charge of their own business." At that time, I worked part-time as a tutor and earned a lot of pocket money. We went on outings to Fenghuang Mountain in the county, traveled to Dalian and Dali, and ate together. Cook the rice and eat together and I will steal the dates (forbidden in 18th century). . . . . . In fact, four years = 1461 days = 35064 hours = 2103840 minutes = 126230400 seconds. The "four years" typed out in size 4 font on a computer screen with a resolution of 96 pixels/inch is about 16 mm long, happy and fulfilling In the way we live, four years feels like only four weeks. Looking back, those years were so short and so fast.

8. Jobs in our major are easy to find, but it was really difficult for college students to find jobs in those years. It was very common for 20 people to compete for a position. I often queued up early to help her grab it. A front seat, so that the two of us could listen carefully to the introductions of the recruiting teachers. That year we had a disagreement. She said that her parents wanted me to go back to my hometown in the county to work. No matter how much the salary was, at least it would be closer to home; I want to work in the provincial capital, after all, there are more opportunities there. My parents have taught me since I was a child that a man has ambitions everywhere. I persuaded her, "We can settle down in the provincial capital. Isn't my home your home?" At that time, she just smiled stupidly, but I also smiled stupidly. Who knows what it is? Who is smiling silly?

9. I signed a contract with a state-owned enterprise in the provincial capital. Although the salary during the internship was very low, it was very successful. After a few years, I became a supervisor and it was not just about money. She said she didn't have a favorite employer and wanted to give it another try during the spring recruitment next year. She could also prepare for the postgraduate entrance examination at this stage, and it would be a good thing to pass it. I happily agreed and said that when I made my first money, I would buy you a beautiful skirt. Everything was still so calm. In the spring of the next year, I had become accustomed to the environment. Everything seemed as warm as the spring breeze. My humorous style and cautious attitude were quickly recognized by the leaders, "Xiao Li, make progress." Soon, I will try to mention it to you next year." "Thank you for the leader's appreciation. If I don't do well, I will continue to work hard, carry forward the entrepreneurial spirit, and bring glory to the company." The leader gave me the opportunity to go to the south for training. During those three months, I kept helping her pay attention to the job fair, "This unit is fine. It's not far from our company. I think the pay is pretty good. You can try it. Maybe I know the examiner?" "This company is not bad, I'm not tired, and the treatment is pretty good." . . . . . She smiled and asked me, are you still used to it there? Isn’t everything you eat amazing? I heard that people there eat snakes? I don't dare to go, I'm afraid of snakes. I laughed at her for being silly, and she pouted.

10.

Man: "Why haven't you signed up for a job yet?"

Woman: "I've been looking at it? I went to the job fair yesterday. Well, XX unit is not suitable for me?”

Male: XX unit did not participate in yesterday’s job fair? Are you hiding something from me (man’s intuition)?

Female: Yes, I went to a job fair in the city yesterday, but you didn’t know.

Male: Are you lying? There was no job fair in the city yesterday? Which bus did you say you took?

Female: I took a taxi, not a bus. What happened to you?

Male: How much does a taxi cost? Let me see how you make it up?

Female:. . . . . (There was no sound on the other end of the phone), my dad found a job for me at home, and he asked me to go back to my hometown.

Male: Oops, the boy hung up the phone and kept scratching his head with both hands. He even buried his head between his legs, but the crying was still the same. He knew that what he was afraid of still happened.

"Coir raincoat, give up on me, okay?"

When the boy saw the text message sent, although the time was lost at that second, the wind outside the house roared, and in front of the window The tree was still swaying. He walked out of the room and kept walking. The sky is gray, as if it's going to rain, but there are no tears from God. Is he pitying me? Still comforting my lonely heart. The whole world stopped for me, and my heart was like weeping in the rain, wandering alone on the other side of the sky...

There was no warning, right?

11.

The screen switches to a familiar city. She is crying, but I don’t know why she is crying. She may be reluctant to let go, but why is she still like this? ? ——Listen to her friend.

The scene shifts to 11:30 noon the next day. get out of class is over. A haggard man is waiting anxiously. I don’t know why he can always find her at a glance. Her hair is almost to her waist. Well, looking at her braids, it means that she did not choose to sleep in this class, and still likes to wear plain makeup. She forgot her top, at least in her memory. She said that it took her half an hour to cut off those jeans. She went down for 10 yuan, and finally managed to capture it at a price of 159; the first period was supposed to be a physical education class, and she was wearing those canvas shoes. We bought the blue and white ones after shopping all over the night market, and I said buy the red and white ones. Forget it, I couldn’t wear it a few times, but she just didn’t agree. Then she blamed me for not accompanying her and pouted again; there is no backpack, why doesn’t she have a backpack? Where is the bag I bought for her? Hey! Why don't you wear a necklace? No need to think about the ring on your hand that should have been thrown away long ago. The image is very strong. It seems that only the two of them are still in the whole picture. The other people or things are like the endless flow of vehicles or the trend. Who cares. The girl was holding the other girl's hand, and the two were talking and laughing, as if everything was normal, like a calm lake without any ripples.

12. Calmness is always relative. Suddenly a boy appeared and walked over. They were talking and laughing, and everything was so normal. A subtle move by her friend broke the calm. Her friend was originally sandwiched in the middle. She ran from her left hand to her right, probably to facilitate the two people to chat. Even years later he might not have figured out why that move annoyed him.

Coirui was originally so affectionate, and this time he almost broke his teeth. He turned all the sadness, pain, helplessness, and tears into anger. , he was going to teach him a lesson, he was going to rob her - something that belonged to him. Maybe at that moment, the scene just now had a different meaning in his eyes.

He couldn't put away the two children who suddenly barged in. One of them said, "Don't dirty my King Kong. It's my favorite gift. I hug him every night." She's sleeping, please be gentle with her."

"I don't care that she is in my hands now. She did it voluntarily just now. She no longer belongs to you. Haha, you can't chase her. You chase her." What you can't catch is what I can't catch..."

Years later, he still didn't understand why these few words could change his attitude. He looked at the running boy and found that the anger he had felt was gone and turned into sadness, pain, helplessness, tears and a sense of loss. He tried hard to raise his head and look in the direction just now. She had already walked away, looking at their backs. That scene looked so much like them back then, so much like every day of those four years, but there was something about it that made them think of the day they walked out of the university campus. Has the taste changed? But she hasn't walked out yet? What has changed? We rarely quarreled during the four years of college. Others called us a model couple. But who knows the story behind it? There are no couples who don’t quarrel. It’s just that we don’t like to be in front of others. Why exactly? Do I still want to catch up? Why exactly? Am I too focused on work? And why exactly?

Although he stood on the train for eight hours that day, he did not say a word to her. He threw away everything about the past, returned his mobile phone number, and changed all his contact information. He said goodbye to the past forever.

Five years have passed,

"Whoever read the letter I wrote to you threw it in the wind"

"The past days are far away "I will also have my wife"

This song is so good. I also tried to make up a perfect ending. I became a rich man and she lived in poverty, but that is not the story after all. .

On that business trip, I met her in another city. I can use many words to describe her appearance, use many words to describe my heart, and use incomparably beautiful words to modify everything that day. Everything, but when we freeze time at one time, we just look at it, looking at no one willing to take the first step, just like no one knew why she said that, no one knew why he did that, who might be more Every step you take will lead to another script.

Finally, someone took the first step, and she followed. If I look at the flowers accurately, I feel that the distance between us was 30cm at that time. She must have been wearing high heels because I couldn't see the top of her head.

"You're fine"

"Where are you prosperous, busy people?"

"You're just busy, saving money to marry a wife, how are you doing?" Where is he? "

"What are you talking about? I happened to be here on a business trip, and you are here now? "

"I am also on a business trip. What a coincidence. No"

"Well, that's a coincidence"

He kept looking at her, her face turned red, and his eyes turned red when he looked at her.

"I won't delay you. You should be very busy. I just have an appointment."

She raised her head, and I remembered that mouth. She wanted to pout, but She was restrained. "Oh, you go ahead."

That moment passed by, and everyone took that step quickly, as if they were all running away from something, probably themselves.

"Give me a friendly hug," the boy said, turning his head sharply and opening his arms. Only they knew how familiar the action was.

"Who is your friend?" The girl got into the hug. He forgot how long the two hugged each other, but he would always remember their tearful faces and wet clothes. Looking at her back again, he looked back from time to time, but never saw her look back, but he didn't know if she really looked back. He cried like a madman, sometimes laughing and crying, sometimes running wildly, sometimes roaring, sometimes squatting in a corner, as if he was venting the last trace of memories he had hidden in his heart about this relationship.

No one knows whether she is crying too, whether she is crying like a child, whether she is standing on the zebra crossing waiting for him to pick her up like she did back then, but it doesn’t matter anymore, youth is like this. Tears are all left to this land.

Ah. Buried my youth, ha? Haha

He is me, all these are the only memories I have, and she is who I was back then. Everyone blames that relationship. Like I said, I still don’t know why we broke up in the first place, and I don’t know why I was so afraid to face it. These are all my memories, impartial. Some may just be my imagination, but I can’t tell the difference.

Beautiful memories only last for a short moment. Painful memories can always be with you. But isn’t life just for so many moments?

If,

If I could, I would never let go.

Perhaps,

This is youth.

Thanks, let me finish.