Tiramisu's love story

Tiramisu, also known as Tiramisu. The first edition of the story: According to Italian legend, Tiramisu originated before soldiers went to war. Anxious lovers wanted to mix eggs and cocoa cakes at random to make a rough and quick snack, and then gave it to soldiers with sweat and tears. The food she handed me was simple, but it was sweet and full of deep love. So one of the meanings of Tiramisu is "Remember me". Like a person, accompany him to the ends of the earth, not only to let him remember, so Tiramisu also means "take me away".

The second edition: Tiramisu's love for girls. I think I am just a very ordinary girl in this school. I never wear a lady's skirt or sexy boots. I only wear black clothes and jeans. I don't look around when I walk. It's my consistent attitude to look straight down. The only difference is that my eyelashes are blue. I envy lonely girls in school. Every time I pass such a girl, I will whisper to myself: Look, this is the person who insists as much as you do. Adhere to a state of alienation. Alienation does not mean loneliness. Therefore, I insist on catching the 5 o'clock subway home every day. Because there were the most people at that time, I could look at my favorite face without hiding anything. I'm also used to standing behind the pillar and waiting. I am afraid that when the roaring subway comes, someone will push me down from behind. The moment I get on the bus, I will fantasize that my toes are stuck outside the door and I can't pull them out. This groundless fantasy is a game that I continue every day, and I feel very happy. Recently, a new cake shop named KISS N BAKE opened at the subway entrance, selling some small and expensive snacks. I like to stand in front of the counter and carefully observe the color and pattern of each cake, and watch the master make it on the spot behind the transparent glass. Then go to the convenience store opposite to buy a bottle of Pepsi and take the subway. One of the snacks I often watch is tiramisu, which is a kind of cheese from Italy and a sweet snack of coffee. I am allergic to coffee, but I love its name, Tiramisu, which is full of the aroma of love fantasy. Only this little thing has a flower-like love written on it in chocolate, and my heart is broken for it. It is foggy on Monday. I know why there is fog in winter. Christmas is coming soon. My class gave me the task of making a blackboard newspaper. Damn it, it's already 6: 30 in the subway. I went anyway and stayed for five minutes as usual. Master didn't do anything new today. Go to the convenience store opposite to buy coke and take the subway. I found a corner and sat down. It's a little late today, and there are not many people, even fewer beautiful people. When the car was about to leave, a boy with long hair rushed in, tall and thin. I seldom see boys comb their hair so neatly. He is wearing Jordan's wedges and Fox's grass-green trousers. They are all my favorite brands. Most importantly, he has a cake shop box in his hand. That small size can only be stuffed into a piece of tiramisu, and I can't wait to ask. He took out his mobile phone and sent a short message. It's Nokia, black 8850. I think he must have given Tiramisu to his beloved girl. He must be sending her a message now. What a lovely person. When I got off the bus, he looked at me vaguely and I saw his face clearly. He is a handsome boy. Tuesday is still foggy, unlucky, unlucky for me. After school, I was dragged to do the rehearsal of the school performance. After seeing a bunch of people I don't recognize, I have no strength. I rushed to the subway to look at my watch, at 6: 30, the same time as yesterday. First run to the cake shop to absorb energy for 5 minutes, buy coke and take the subway. When the car was about to leave, he ran up again, carrying the box of the cake shop in his hand. He is still standing where he was yesterday, and so am I, continuing to take out my mobile phone and send text messages. I wrapped myself in a thick wool scarf. I don't know what he looked like when he got off the bus today, because I'm starting to get angry with myself. My irrational fantasy about this boy began to swell ... I became stingy and couldn't bear to see him give my favorite Tiramisu to others. The fog didn't wrap up today on Wednesday, so I still dawdled until 6: 30 to get to the subway entrance. I have been here many times, and even the salesgirl knows me. She greeted me warmly and stopped asking me what I wanted. I like this store, too, because I like this state of not asking. I am most afraid of going to department stores, because what I hear most is: What do you need? I smiled at her and found a snack in the counter. It was a miniature fruitcake. My Tiramisu is in the second row. Suddenly a male voice said, "Please give me a tiramisu." Extremely magnetic. I read the word Tiramisu to myself countless times every day. Today is the first time I have heard this word I love from others. I turned around and saw that it was him. I finally decided on my idea. Sure enough, he bought Tiramisu. After I used the word "unexpected", I thought about it and found something wrong. Didn't I deliberately put off seeing him until 6: 30? He smiled at me, and I quickly lowered my head and pretended not to see it. Then I bought a coke and took the same subway with him. This time, he stood beside me, only 0.0 1 meter away: I could almost smell the smell of CK BE perfume on him. My heart is beating too fast. I suspect my ears must be burning red. It's so quiet in the carriage that you can hear the sound of turning over the newspaper clearly. When I thought I was going to die in this silence, I clearly heard him say, "Do you use Jador?" This amazing man can even smell my perfume. This time I looked up into his eyes. It's dark black. I said calmly, "You used CK." Then he turned away from seeing him. We didn't continue the dialogue, and both sides had a feeling of meeting their opponents. When he was about to get off the bus, he handed me a note: I reached out and took it. The little blue note, tightly held in my palm, is full of sweat. After he left, I opened it. It's a cell phone number. I think it belongs to the black Nokia 8850. It is sunny on Friday, Saturday and Sunday. I go to the subway at 6: 30 every day, but I never see him again. The world is too big, and our fate is exhausted. Now I've lost my only clue, and I'm too lazy to write another word. It was sunny on Monday, so I went to get my ears pierced. Two on the left, 1 on the right, and one * * * is three. In memory of my love that disappeared for three days. It hurts. I took a taxi home to comfort myself. I was ill on Tuesday. The pain prevalent in this city is called a cold. I have been lying at home sleeping. I am a SOHO family in this city. I am single. I specialize in making interior renderings for people who have computers at home. I don't go out very often. I like taking the subway whenever I go out. It was foggy on Monday, and the company that handed in the map today is very close to the subway. I also noticed that a new cake shop has been opened, with my favorite tiramisu, which I can buy back to go with coffee. When I rushed into the subway, I saw a girl in the corner, wearing a black coat, long straight hair, indelible oil paint on her hands and many bracelets. When I looked at her, she kept staring at my Tiramisu, and her eyelashes were all blue. I wanted to see her again, but I was interrupted by a text message from a friend in the company. He said there was nothing wrong with today's drawings, and he would remit the money to my account tomorrow. I returned some kind words to him. I couldn't help looking at her again when I was about to get off the bus. She should still be a student, but she persisted deeply. She is not the particularly beautiful girl, but people can't help but want to spoil her. On Tuesday, I arrived early in the fog. I bought a tiramisu first, held it in my hand, and found an inconspicuous corner to wait for her. At 6: 30, she came, walked in the cake shop for 5 minutes, then went to the convenience store opposite to buy coke and took the subway. I followed her into the same car door and saw my eyes slightly curious. I turned around and turned my back on her. I was fascinated by her figure on the glass window, so I took out my mobile phone and sent a message to my friends, asking them to invite me to dinner, because I found someone I like. After sending the message, I looked at her carefully She seems to be angry with someone, staring at her shoes and never looking up again. Well, if she shows up on time tomorrow, I'll leave her my mobile phone number. At 6: 30 on Wednesday, I went to a cake shop called KISS N BAKE on time. Sure enough, she was there. She was looking at the new fruitcake carefully and didn't notice my appearance. So I said to the salesgirl, please give me a tiramisu. She suddenly turned to look at me. I smiled at her, but she bowed her head shyly and went out. What a lovely girl! We still take the same subway. This time, I stood next to her, only 0.0 1 meter away. I smell the scent of J. Adore on her body. The bus was quiet when I couldn't help asking her. I think my heart is beating very hard. She didn't answer directly, but said, you use CK BE. What a powerful opponent! She can smell the brand of perfume I use. When I got off the bus, I wrote my mobile phone number on paper for her. When she reached for it, I saw her white hands and red ears. I think she should like me too. It's sunny on Thursday, which is suitable for couples to go out to play together. She didn't call me. I can't go to the 6: 30 appointment because I have a design to catch up with. I think I should give this girl time to think. I waited with peace of mind. There is no phone call on Friday. I don't know what's going on. I have looked at my mobile phone countless times at work, and it is all good and not broken. Saturday and Sunday may be sunny. I stayed up for two nights, then slept for two days, wondering what happened in this world. But one thing I know for sure, she didn't call me. I bought a tiramisu at 6: 30 on Monday, and then took the subway. I didn't see her and felt depressed. Did she ignore this phone number because she didn't like me at all? Tuesday will (probably) be fine, because I'm sick and have a cold! I'm too lazy to write any more. Tiramisu's version of boys and girls are very good. Girls used to think that beautiful things were untouchable. But this time she finally decided to eat tiramisu as a memorial to her endless love. The boy finally decided to go there and buy a tiramisu. If they don't meet her again this time, they will really forget. 6: 30 sharp. She smiled and said to the salesgirl, "Please give me a tiramisu." Suddenly I heard a familiar male voice say, "I want one, too." -I hope you like them all. Tiramisu, Tiramisu, means "take me away", taking away not only delicious food, but also love and happiness. In my impression, Tiramisu also means "keep me" and "remember me". I really tasted tiramisu. Very sweet, with a strong chocolate flavor. Does it taste like love? I don't know! I always think Tiramisu has a kind of magic-at least for me, I think of it when I drink coffee, I think of it when I walk past a coffee shop, and I am ecstatic even when I overhear or see the word. I think I like this lovely snack, Tilly Misu, and I like such a love story related to it. Whatever the meaning of Tiramisu is, in my opinion, it is a symbol of love and happiness. Maybe one day I will learn to be a Tiramisu, waiting for love and happiness in its fragrance, and creating love and happiness … I hope my answer can help you!