When the boys and girls were in the first love, the boy folded a thousand paper cranes for the girl, hanging in the girl's room. The boy said to the girl, this thousand paper cranes represent me a thousand hearts.
At that time, boy and girl were feeling sweet and happy in love in seconds.
Later, the girl gradually alienated the boy. The girl got married, went to France, went to Paris that appeared in her dreams in countless times. When the girl and the boy broke up, I said to the boys, we must face up to reality, marriage is the second time for women, I have to grab all the opportunities, you are too poor, I am difficult to imagine the days we combined ... After the girl went to France, she sold the newspaper, did the temporary workers, did a small sale, and every work he worked hard. Many years have passed, with the help of friends and his own efforts, he finally has a company. He is rich, but he still can't forget the girl.
There was a rain in the world, and the boy saw a pair of elderly people walking slowly from his black Audi. The boy recognizes that is the girl's parents, so the boy decided to follow them. He wants them to see that he not only has a trolley, but also has a villa and company, let them know that he is not a poor egg, he is a young boss. The boy is a slow car to follow them. It is not stopped, although this is a umbrella for the elderly, but it is still scored. When you go to your destination, a male is staying, this is a cemetery. He saw the girl, the girl in the tombstone was laughing at him. Next to the small tomb, a string of paper cranes on the fine wire is so vivid in the rain.
The girl's parents told the boy, the girl didn't go to Paris, the girl suffered cancer, the girl went to heaven. The girl hopes that the boy can go out, there is a warm home, so the girl makes this move. She said she learned that her child and thought he would succeed. The girl said that if one day boy looks at her, please bring a few paper cranes anyway. The boy squatted, kneeling in front of the girl's tomb, tears. The rain in the Ching Ming Festival didn't know where it stopped, and the boy was leaned. The boy remembered that many years ago, the girl was pure, and the heart of the boy began to drop blood.
When the old man came out of the cemetery, I saw the boy stood not far away, Audi's door has opened it for the elderly. The sound of the car has passed a sad song, "My heart, don't regret, anti-repeated is for you, thousands of paper cranes, thousands of love, in the wind ..."
