As long as believe, there will be!

As long as believe, there will be!

In my second year of high school, I had a busy day of school life and got on the bus home, feeling tired and stressed.

The rain outside the window, dragging a long tail, shy sliding down, tick tock hit the window, the rhythm with a series of splashing sound, water rippling calm, really good to hear. In the car, even if it rains, it can be so leisurely.

She was the last to get on the bus, and before I could speak, she was sitting down, in a hurry. Shook hair, small rain in the air drift, like diffuse perfume. I leaned over a little and instinctively made room for her.

She responded with a charming smile. I froze.

Did not see her face clearly, did not dare to look carefully, with vague memory, thinking of her wet hair has been attached to the head, the rain along her hair slightly gently down, a string of beads, smooth and sticky.

It's raining harder and HARDER, and I'm telling jokes. Because I want to see her smile again. This is the gift we exchanged. I gave her happiness and she gave me memories. There is a memory in the air, stop in the ear; There is a memory engraved on the face, dyed in the eyes; There is a memory in full bloom in the pen, engraved in the heart.

Maybe there really is such a thing as fate.

Maybe, because too easy to fall in love with a person.

The smile she suddenly turned around kept playing back in my mind. What would it be like to see her again?

At half past five in the afternoon, at the gate of the school, the sun was still fierce, the smell of summer made me exhausted because of the great pressure of study, suddenly I found that I actually walked out of the gate with her, I deliberately fell behind her one or two steps, just to see her dress clearly. I know we're going in the same direction, but we're walking. Silence dominated this time. Then, just as I was wondering if I should continue to be silent, her footsteps suddenly stopped.

Without warning, she faced me. My colleague on the way home was still walking, and she was facing me. My face was burning and my heart was pounding. Finally, I still could not resist, a brisk walk up to say hello. Then all the way to smell like if no qing people fragrance cheerful chat up.

When I learned that she was the top three in the next class, I couldn't help feeling a little lost. I love sports since childhood, so a lot of time to go to school are secretly slip out to play ball, eat and drink. So I was a little weak and unspeakable in my study. When I got home, the rain was pounding against the window and my dream. I could not forget the angry words, I could not forget the elegant manners, I could not forget my dreams.

In the days that followed, I worked hard every day. In addition to the daily food and drink, I learned English by memorizing words with the knowledge of rice when I walked, and then memorized knowledge and key points when I ate. When I went to the toilet, I was holding a chemistry book while doing problems.

In July 2013, I filled in my girlfriend's college as I wish. Now we have a very good relationship, I believe that we will soon enter the dream marriage hall. In fact, sometimes recall, really feel live in a dream. If it wasn't for that bus, if it wasn't for that rain, if it wasn't for that encounter, if it wasn't for knowing rice and reciting words, if it wasn't for chemistry, I really wouldn't have the chance to successfully pass the exam with my girlfriend.

Perhaps this is a coincidence of chance but just right love.