Your mistake, my love
·1·
When we first met, he wrote a wrong word, which made her run to the podium to correct it. He corrected it and then invited her to dinner, saying thank you, or else she would embarrass herself; She didn't go, so he bought candy and sent it to her dormitory. Everyone ate his candy and said to him, "It's for nothing!" and left the two of them to "sit and talk" in the dormitory.
The "ignorant" dormitory head unexpectedly said, "Let you take care of our little eight sisters." At that time, eight sisters lived in a dormitory. Her face turned red, but he was happy like a morning glory.
Once, they had a quarrel and he said, "If I had known you were such a stubborn girl, I shouldn't have written that word wrong in the first place." She was stunned for a moment and said, "You planned it, did you mean it
He smiled and said, "Do you think even the simple words written by this great scholar are not correct
What if I didn't see it, what if someone else went up and told you? "She asked.
He was even happier, 'Isn't it simple yet? I keep making mistakes until you, the fool, notify me. If someone else notifies me, I won't buy candy for her, so she'll have to!'
Oh my god, I live by your means, "she said angrily." Is there anything else - everything, designed and calculated by you
Don't slander, okay?! "he said." Clear my heart, my 'mistakes' are all my love
——This is a happy legend passed down between a pair of junior brothers and sisters, happily sharing the first encounter of 'Qu was wrong, Zhou Langgu'.
·2·
Thinking of Xiao Qiao, such a clever and icy woman, who always brushes the strings in vain to attract Zhou Lang's attention. What a beautiful and graceful scene, belonging to youth and the joy of early summer strawberries.
I love you, I won't say it. The strings under my command say it. It's not about loving you, it's about 'playing the wrong piece, did you hear it?' He heard it and saw her heart and meticulous emotions. He didn't say anything, he looked back and forth, his eyes filled with language like flower buds. She plays the piano, she doesn't say it, he listens to the piano, he doesn't say it either, but both hearts fully understand. Understood, understood, what kind of telepathic connection is in the heart, in the eyes, with the clear breeze and bright moon smiling, so peaceful, so loving.
Little girl, you played the wrong one. "" It's just that you're going to play the wrong one! "What kind of playful language, you're saying; How delicate and pure, in anger. The song is wrong, Zhou Langgu "is so mischievous, so cute, and so passionate. You have feelings, but slaves have intentions. At the intersection of eyes, the wind and load dance lightly; Lowering eyebrows and shaking head gently caresses the strings, what is the color of peony and the fragrance of peony.
Who, in their first love, hides a certain name in a deep narrative, and only scatters an unexpected guess as a green bird as a test, "It's my fault for not having a rich imagination -" The name is not related to imagination. Obviously, he already knew that she was covering her ears and stealing the bell, and he could already see clearly the hidden grass she was holding up; Her invisibility cloak, he turned a blind eye - he saw through it! Her defense line was originally the 'Maginot defense line' - it was completely useless. Her people and her heart would be in his heart and eyes. Who is whose Tathagata, who is whose love - no need to ask, no need to ask, no need to ask.
I only know that he crossed out the word 'da' when making a phone call to protect her daughter's dignity, and replaced it with the word 'find' to make way for her embarrassment. He understood that she had overcome the girl's pride and arrogance, and also informed her that I would not expose it, just assume that you have 'found' my phone number, no 'call', haha, hehe.
He also wants to say, broaden, expand, stretch out, this love! He didn't even make a direct request for clarity, so he made another typo - he wrote "wide" instead of "broad", and then added a check mark above the two words to notify her - that's right, that's what I want
A deliberate slip of the pen, such a deep pool of peach blossoms - you don't need to overcome the pride and reserve of a girl's son, he is already the red dot in your heart.
·3·
A letter, so short yet so long; A few sentences, but how many sentences have meaning inside.
Finally, he signed his name, signed the date, and gave it a clear and clean name, without any stagnant mud or snake like movements. As the beginning addressed her, it was also just one name. In a clean name, it seems like there is nothing, but there is everything. His dates are all written in the style of Spring and Autumn Annals, with year, month, day, and land signs, and an additional character for 'night'. Beyond the character for 'night' lies the vibrant colors of the night, while within the character for 'night' lies a single heart that allows you to imagine freely and freely.
There are also some who are not casual, she is his silly girl, and he stubbornly added three more words' Saturday '. College life is a time when classmates gather with fellow villagers, men and women go on dates, walk around, and keep in touch. He is going to stubbornly inform her that I haven't gone anywhere, so I am writing to you here and thinking of you. What about you?
Will she understand this meaning? He doesn't care anymore and has no time to attend to it. He just needs to confess: 'I'm only going on a date with you alone.'.
·4·
The misunderstanding of young people is extremely bright. The vibrant colors of young people are conveyed through misunderstandings. Love has divine will, whether you believe it or not, it will be there.
Even if there is a misunderstanding, there is more divine will. The song is already in error, my playing reveals my brightness, cruising your style; Your gaze is full of charm, exuding a myriad of emotions. Gentle as water, it's me; Full of pride, it's you.
I loved you at your best; At my best age, you loved me. Loving is already good, love has fate.
You go to the sky to pick stars, I only wait for one season of small peach blossoms, which is also the will of heaven. Love has a thousand years of will, you have a thousand years of affection, and I have a hundred million years of waiting.
In the next life, I will still wait for you on this platform, just to receive your 'pen mistake', my concern. I love you, I won't look back in this life, I'll focus on you in the next life. The fragrance of flowers remains the same, my pen, ink, paper, and inkstone remain the same. Don't forget the way you came. My face is a misplaced string sound, the gaze you send, I greet you with a smile like water, hidden in my heart, without a trace, but love is everywhere.
That first love was like snow, swirling and seeping into every detail of your world.