One of the sunny mornings in April, I passed the same 100% girl in the back street.
Sell, the girl is not very beautiful, there is no attractive place, the clothes are not outstanding, the hair behind the brain has a trace of sleeping extrusion. The age is not small --- should be 30. Strictly speaking, I am afraid it is difficult to ask for girls. However, I saw it at 50 meters away: I am a hundred percent girl for me. From the moment of seeing her posture, my chest is like a geoscumic tremor, and the mouth is like the sand as a sofa.
Maybe you also have your ideal girl. For example, you like the girl who likes to be weak, the eyes of the eyes, ten fingers, or unknown, or unknown. I have certainly have my own preference. At the restaurant, I saw a nose of a girl in the neighboring table.
But you have to clearly have a hundred percent girl's image, anyone can't do it. I will absolutely can't afford to have a nose. Even if there is a nose, I can't remember it. Now I can marry, only she is not very beautiful. Things are really incredible.
"Yesterday, I passed the same one hundred percent girl on the road." I said to a person.
"Oh," he should, "people are beautiful?"
"No, not tell this."
"That is the type of" that is a taste of you? "
"I can't remember. What is the eyes, the chest is a big little, and I forgot to have two nets."
"Don't name it!"
"It is inexplicable."
"So," he is very interesting, "What are you doing? Talk? Or tracked?"
"Nothing did it." I said, "I am just whipping."
She is walking from east, I goes from the West, in the morning in April, a refreshing morning.
I want to talk to her, even if I have 30 minutes. I want to listen to her life, and I want to pay out of my own life. More importantly, I want to find out that the original mortgage of this destiny is passed in the back of the Sakae Street in April 1981. The inside is definitely filled with an ancient machine with ancient times.
So talk, we can find a place to have lunch, watch Wood Di. Allen's videos, let's go to the bar in the hotel to drink cocktails. Gomplete, drink it, can not sleep with her.
The possibility is hitting my heart.
My distance between her is nearly fifteen six meters.
The question is, how do I talk to her?
"Hello! Can you talk to me? Even if you are 30 minutes."
It's too stupid, just like advised to join the insurance.
"Excuse me, is this laundry store with 24 hours?"
This is also stupid. What's more, I am not even a laundry bag! Does anyone believe in me?
Maybe it's better to open the door. "Hello! You are a hundred percent girl!"
No, not, she may not believe in my confession. Even if I believe, I don't want to tell me. She may say this: Even if I am a hundred percent girl, you are not a hundred percent man, sorry! This is a great possibility. If you fall into this kind of court, I am sure that I don't know what it is. This blow can not make me lose. I have been 32 years old, the so-called end of the next year is such a thing.
I was in front of the flower shop and she rubbed, the warm little bar touched my skin. The asphalt road sprinkles the water, and the rose is fragrant around. I didn't even have to say it to her. She is wearing white sweater, and the right hand takes a four-party envelope that has not been stamp. She wrote a letter. That kind of sleepy eyes, maybe I wrote a night. There may be all secrets in the quarter envelope.
When I step back, her figure has disappeared in the crowd.
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Of course, today I have fully understood how to talk to her. But in any case, the Bai Shang is too long, I am a bad expression - that is, what I think is not practical. In short, Daoli "has ended" long time long ago ", and" Don't you think this is a sad story? "
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A long time ago, there is a place with a small male and a girl. Young male 18, girl 16. The young man is not handsome, the girl is not very beautiful, nothing more than the loneliness and usual young male girl who can be seen everywhere. But the two have always believed that there must be more than one percent of the girl and less male in one place in the world. Yes, the two believe in miracles, and the miracle is really happening.
One day two people have encountered in the street.
"It's really a lot! I have been looking for you. Maybe you don't believe, you are a hundred percent boy to me. From the beginning to the heel, I think it is the same. It is a dream. '
The two sits in the park bench, hand drawn, and tall. The two are no longer lonely. 100% needs each other, 100% have been needed. What is the wonderful thing that is more than 100% need for each other and 100%! This is the miracle of the universe!
But the two people have a little bit of small and small doubts: Dream is so easy to come true?
When the conversation suddenly interrupted, the young man said:
"I said, try again! If we are really a hundred percent lovers, there will be one day where you will meet. If you meet each other, if you still feel 100%, you will get married there immediately, ok?
"Okay." Girl replied.
So the two are separated, each rushing.
However, it is true, but there is no need to try, purely a lot. why? Because the two is indeed a pair of hundreds of lover, because it is a miraculous embarrassment. But the two are too young, there is no way to know a lot. So the ruthless fate began to tease the two.
One year winter, the two have dyed the vicious flu in that year. After a few weeks of death line, the past memory was lost. Things are really bizarre. When the two woke up, the head is like D. H Lawrence's Chronicle Coin Box is as empty.
But this is a unremitting effort, and finally gain new emotions of new knowledge, it is a pleasant to return to social life. Ah, my God! These two people are really impeccable! They are fully able to transfer the subway and can send a quick letter in the post office. And experienced a percent of seventy-five and 80% of love.
So two, less male 32, girl 31 years old. Time passed by amazing speed.
A sunny morning in April, the young man is drinking a discount price early coffee, walking along the West, the girl is going to buy a letter stamp along the same street, and the two are just in the middle of the road. The mortems of the lost memory shines twice. Two people have grief fibrillation, and they know:
She is a hundred percent girl.
He is a hundred percent boy.
However, the candlelight of the two memories is faint, and the words of the two are not similar to those in fourteen years. As a result, there is no saying that it is said that it is never in the crowd.
Don't you think this is a sad story?
Yes, I should go to her.
