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Lost Hearts7

The young man suddenly realized that what he felt through that heart was not the man's residual love,

By Frankie C RederPublished 4 years ago 5 min read

The young man suddenly realized that what he felt through that heart was not the man's residual love, but the true feelings of the girl who thought she would never fall in love with anyone else, who still had the simplest longing for love, expecting that she would one day find the warmth of love in this cold world. Such a mood, he also had, and the girl's first meeting, the other side of the face of despair is like a mirror reminding him that in this world where no one takes love seriously, in this world where even true hearts can be casually discarded without pity, he is the fool who bitterly clings, even if the mouth does not say, but the soul has never given up. It is this same desire for love, so that two strangers who do not know each other, in such a wonderful way resonate, and then the heavens mercifully make the two meet, and then a number of coincidences and initiatives mixed together, together with the achievement of this romance. So this love affair is real, not fictional, and no one is misled, because an empty heart neither gives instructions for him to fall in love with anyone, nor does it give him the quality of being loved. The heart is only a container, the love contained within it is the key. The young man stared at the wrinkled letter paper with tears dripping on it, overlapping with the girl's tears. At this moment, he sincerely prayed to the heavens to send down another miracle, since the girl's tears can convey her heart to him, then his chagrin and joy, can also reach each other's hearts? After waiting for a long time without movement, the young man realized that the heavens are not available to keep sending down miracles, coincidences are not always available for free, to find the person who misses, it is better to take the initiative to act to be reliable. Just when he took out his cell phone to call the girl, another phone call came in first. The caller ID was the Lost Hearts Collection Service. This time they were informing the young man that his lost heart had just been found and he was asked to pick it up. In addition, in view of the fact that it was almost time for them to close, they also asked the young man to hurry up. When the young man arrived outside the gate of the lost heart, even though he knew that it would be close to closing time, he still stopped and took a few steps in the opposite direction. There stood a girl, dragging a large suitcase, a look of dust, face covered with the tiredness of a long trip back. But the face was still familiar to the young man, so gentle, so kind. "You're back." This time it was the young man who opened his mouth first. "Well." The girl saw that the young man was actually holding the letter he had written to him, her face was a bit complicated, "Stayed out for a long time." There was concern hidden in the young man's inquiry, "What did you go out for?" "The first thing I wanted to do was to go to that bastard and ask him to return all the love you put in your heart." The girl's face floated a few helpless, "but he originally did not value that heart, and even more so, the love inside is a burden, long ago dumped all the love in the heart." "So." The young man did not feel sorry, but indifferently shook his head, "It does not matter." The reason is that that kind of love is still growing in his chest, as much as he wants, there will not be enough. But in the girl's opinion, this calm represents another meaning, a negative meaning that will make her heart float a huge loss and have to work very hard to suppress it. He doesn't care anymore. She thought calmly and desperately. "Although your love for me is no longer possible, I think it's still time to find your lost heart." The girl took a deep breath and there was a relieved determination in her eyes, "When I find that heart and give it back to you, whether you continue to leave it empty or use it to love someone else, it doesn't matter, but I have to help you find that heart." "Why?" The young man pursued. "Why must you find that heart?" "Because ...... you can produce that warm love." The girl's voice was a little sad and a little unhappy, "It would really be too bad if because you can't find the heart, you won't even get the same love from others to respond in the future." The young man looked at the girl's brow covered with sorrow and held the letter in his hand tightly: "So, have you found it?" "I found it." The girl nodded, and her voice was suddenly put very soft. "I think it would be good to hand it back here, they will notify you to come and pick it up." As for herself, she was planning to just walk away silently, wishing him well in her heart from now on. It just didn't occur to her that she couldn't leave fast enough and he was in a hurry to get here. The gods of fate were generous after all and gave them another lucky coincidence to meet here. "Then you've done me a great favor." The young man's expression had completely stretched out, and his whole person exuded an inexplicable glow. He walked over, took the girl's hand and placed it on his left chest, "Look, I have so much love here and am worried about where to put it, so if you happen to pick up an empty heart, can ...... I use it to continue to hold my love for you?" A warm flow from his heart overflowed out, into the girl's hand, straight to her heart, as blazing, as fireworks blooming, is the spring breeze blowing the wilderness, is the sun shining on the earth, from then on everything revives, flowers bloom, laughter and joy never stop. They just stood together quietly, for a long, long time. It was only when the off-duty bell rang from the Lost Hearts Recruiting Office that the two were awakened from their immersion in beauty. "Oops." The young man held his forehead, a little speechless. "Why are they off duty again." "Yeah, there's still a heart inside that's important to me." The girl looked over at him with a smile in her eyes, "Shall we come back together tomorrow to get it back?"

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