At the age of 18, she fell in love, in the university campus with that boy's hand, dimple like flowers.

At the age of 18, she fell in love, in the university campus with that boy's hand, dimple like flowers. The CLASSMATES MEET, EXPRESS ENVY IN the face: YOUR BOYFRIEND IS REALLY handsome, REALLY BORN a pair! The boy blushed a little and looked down shyly.

Four years later. She was about to graduate and took the boy back to her hometown in the county seat to meet her parents. Who knows, the parents asked about the boy, the face immediately turned cold. The father sneered and asked: You are just a dim sum, my daughter is a college student, you can give her happiness? Finally, the girl walked the boy back to the hotel in tears. When she got home, she made it clear she wasn't willing to give up the relationship and even went on a hunger strike. Her parents locked the house, so she climbed through the window to her aunt's house next door, snuck out, and went to the inn to find him.

They met at a bakery near campus. He is a famous pastry chef in the shop, and he blushes when he sees her.

One day, there are few people in the shop, he on-site production of egg tart, put a raisin on the top, specially recommended to her, softly said: This is the princess egg tart, I think it is very suitable for you.

Princess tarts with raisins have been her exclusive for four years, sweeten her whole four years. Perhaps the opposite of sweet is extremely sour. Now, the pain is staggering. Always filial she really can't bear to look at the parents with tears, increasingly haggard, on the one hand, but still firmly hold his hand: it doesn't matter, we still want to be together!

However, when she sneaked out to the hotel for the sixth time, the waiter handed her a small paper crane, saying that the boy had already checked out. She was distraught and at a loss. During that period, she almost lost sleep every day. When she finally got the money to go to the pie house in the provincial capital to find him, he had quit his job and left. During that time, she did not know how many tears she shed, only deep despair in her heart.

No matter how painful people are, time still passes. Eventually, she softened her hatred of his cowardice and fell in love with the company's well-paid department manager. Later, she married and had children, and went on weekend outings with her family in her car to admire flowers. First love, only a faint trace, only the paper crane, she is still stuck in her diary.

It's been six years. One day, she turned over old things, suddenly saw the crane, a little disappointed, unexpectedly unconsciously opened.

Inside is the word, densely written: I once hoped to let you do my happy egg tart princess, but bring you is pain. You get thinner and paler every time you sneak out of the house, and it kills me. I've gone to your parents many times in the last three months, begging and pleading, to no avail. I don't have the heart to let you struggle so, only the first exit, let you completely forget me, there is a blank to fill the new happiness.

The ink was blurred, and there were tears. She trance remembered that parents once disdained to say, he never fight for, near a thing to go away, what a man?

It was useless to talk about it now, but she could not help calling her mother: Had he called you many times? Who is lying? Mother was silent for a long time, sighed, leisurely said: He is really a spoony child.

He did try to find her parents a thousand times. Her mother remembered the last time perfectly.

He was black circles under his eyes, shirt swaying, a little out of his mind to say: I am ready to leave her, do not contact, let her completely forget me, but aunt, I will call you in the future, please tell me her recent situation is not good? Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll be tempted to look for her.

For the first year, he called once a week. He slowly knew that you fell in love, got married and had children, and called once every six months. He specifically told me not to let you know, so as not to worry. His calls are from all over the world, not fixed to one city. Three months ago, he called for the last time, saying that he wanted to start a family, too, that he had forgotten far less quickly than you, but that there was finally a little blank in his mind.

She listened here, tears streaming down her face. Originally, forgetting is also a blessing, turn around is also a kind of deep love. He is alone in different cities to wander, take out the most precious youth years, only to continue this section of only one person's first love.