If, only love (GL)

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[gl Baihe] Author of "If, Only Love (gl)": Xiao bào【End】

Remarks:

She and she walked through the sunny place with a smile.

I hid in the darkness, not daring or wanting to be discovered.

There are always some things that cannot be driven away.

There is always one person who cannot be forgotten.

If you only love one person in this life, you are willing to not regret it.

With this article, I will record those deep loves that fall with purpose and flow with love.

Hmm, then since Luohua intends to be ruthless, then this article is destined to be be.The inspiration for writing this article actually came from a midnight insomnia.I just want to write some affection like the person in the text, which I can't ask for.Even though she couldn't get her love, she had no regrets, no hatred, only blessings.

ps: This article is the first short article written by Xiaobao. It is purely my own. If anyone likes to read it, feel free to take a look. (^o^)/

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☆、Chapter 1

The weather is very good, the sun is neither poisonous nor hot, and it is a little lazy.She walked in front of me holding her hand. At this time, I was glad that I was in the car, so I wouldn't be seen by them.

Today she is wearing a simple white T-shirt, a pair of dark blue jeans and sneakers, just like the first time I saw her.Pure and simple, yet so beautiful.Simple two words, without too much modification.She is indeed a person who looks good-looking when people see her for the first time.

As for her, she was wearing a well-tailored black suit that looked like it was tailor-made and made by a famous artist. The exquisite light makeup matched with her excellent facial features attracted the attention of passers-by, including her naturally.I watched them smile faintly. After all, such two excellent women will be very conspicuous when they walk together.

He took out a cigarette and lit it, and the smoke gradually obscured his vision.In the end, until the smoke dissipated, and their backs became farther and farther away, and finally disappeared completely.I shook my head helplessly, I had told myself many times not to do these things that would trouble them, but I still couldn't control my body and mind.

Even though five years have passed, everything that happened in the past, as if it happened yesterday, is entangled in my mind every day and night, and I can't shake it off.

I love her, but she and she are deeply in love with each other.

Their love, their world, their life.

Happiness and completeness cannot tolerate a little sand.

Even if I want to turn into air and squeeze into it, it's so superfluous.

☆、Chapter 2

My name is Xia Yi.Born in an ordinary family in Jiangsu.Both father and mother are teachers of the people.One in high school and one in junior high.Maybe it's because I was born in a family with strict tutoring. I have been under strict control since I was a child.While the other kids were playing on the slide in the yard, I could only do my boring homework upstairs.But when other children took other partners to go shopping and play, I had to learn lessons at home that were far more profound than my current age.

That's it, strict self-discipline, never let up.My life, starting from being sensible, is learning, learning, learning.It is also because of this that I have no friends, talk less, and have a more introverted personality.Generally, such children are easily bullied at school.But, I didn't.

Because my grades have always been among the best, the teachers also like me very much, and other parents always praise me in front of their own children.Over time, those children treated me, from the mischievous hate at the beginning, to the disgust of turning a blind eye.After all, every child wants their parents to praise themselves, not anyone else.

Poor me, I became the public enemy of the whole class and was isolated.

Because the school I went to was a system of elementary school and junior high school, so this situation continued until I graduated from junior high school.It wasn't until I left the junior high school that made me feel helpless that I realized how empty the past nine years were.For nearly ten years, I have not made a single friend, and no one even asked me to sign the classmate list when I graduated.

I once told myself in my heart that I must change my habit of not talking when I arrive in high school.However, freezing three feet, is it a day's cold?

Basically, after high school, the minds of both men and women gradually mature.They don't get angry and fight because of who took whose eraser or who took whose pencil, but something more ethereal.

I never thought I was a ostentatious person, but in high school, I became ostentatious when I was labeled as "high-spirited".The reason is ridiculous, just because I rejected a senior who was in the third year of the school at that time.And it just so happened that that senior was the grassroots of that school.

School grass? What is that? Can it be eaten? If it was in the past, I would definitely ask this question.Of course, I'm not that stupid now.I know that the so-called school grass is just a boy picked by some boring boys and girls looking for a leader.However, what is there to be proud of if you have more good skin than others?

The incident did not end so simply.

When the school starts, it is natural to hold an opening ceremony.And I, taking the first place in the whole school year as the freshman representative, took the stage to speak.It was this damn speech that ruined my three years of high school life.I don't know what kind of boring people actually held a sensational school flower election in the school.

And I, unfortunately, got shot.

Since then, I have felt a lot of pressure to be branded as the school beauty of the new generation.Not only because of the murderous eyes of other girls, but also because of the entanglement of those boys.

So, the three years of high school passed in such a muddled way, and I was admitted to the university I was thinking of.Even though with my grades, Tsinghua University and Peking University are not impossible dreams, but I chose something else.Such a choice made many people, as well as the class teacher, astonished.They came to ask me why I tampered with my volunteers at will. I didn't explain much at the time, but I knew that this was just "one" of the most vigorous rebellion in my life.

1/9 12345678 Next page last page Why? You think I want to take Tsinghua University and Peking University, so I must take it?

After enduring the inhuman torment of a holiday, it finally ushered in the start of college.On the day I left home and went to Zhejiang Province, my mother looked at me as if she had something to say, and finally left the room with a sigh.

I know that she still wants to pester me about the university, after all, I went too far this time.Looking at the back of my mother leaving with a sense of loss, I felt a little uncomfortable. Finally, I forced a wry smile in the mirror.

There is a narcissistic devil in everyone's heart, of course, I am no exception.

Even though I don't wear light gauze skirts, heavy makeup, and high heels like those girls who love beauty at a young age, I still can't turn a blind eye to my own skin.

Looking at himself in the mirror, he has long black hair reaching to his back. Since he has never dyed or permed his hair, it is well maintained. It can barely be said to be the hair that has been advertised for shampoo.The slanted bangs are a little long, covering half of the eyebrows.A sharp and straight nose, and a face that has become a little thinner because of not eating well recently.

This kind of self really makes me feel familiar but strange.

The once immature face is gone forever.Standing here is me who is getting more and more mature.

The aunt of the neighbor's house occasionally comes over as a guest, and every time she sees me, she must praise me.Said that I am really good-looking, so good-looking, that I am not as good-looking as the ones born by my parents.Every time I hear her praise, a few black lines inevitably appear on my face.Xin said, are you praising me? Or are you sowing discord?

However, even though he thought so in his heart, he would not say it out of his mouth.After all, what the aunt said was somewhat reasonable.My parents, although not ugly, are by no means pretty.Both of them belong to the simple and honest type, and the mother's height is 1.6 meters, which can be regarded as reaching the standard of Chinese women.At the age of 45, even though she is in good health, she is getting older day by day.There are more and more fine lines on the face, and the power of nagging only increases.

And my father is a more honest and generous person than my mother.He is three years older than his mother and is exactly 48 this year.maybe