Museum of Broken relationships

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She was wearing a red Hanfu dress, holding an oil-paper umbrella, and talking casually to the people next to her.

It was a hot afternoon, when she broke into my silence and emptiness.

Looking back, the old things are like grass and trees, but she is always the green hill.

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Because I caught a glimpse of her by chance, I joined the Hanfu Club and learned that she was a student at the same level as me.

At the dinner before the holiday, she noticed me sitting in the corner and started pouring me wine under the name of the same college. That meal made me melt into the gentleness and excitement of Hanfu Club, and it also made me more curious about her, and that curiosity contained joy.

As school approached, she found me and wanted me to have a duet dance with her. I was pleasantly surprised. Although I couldn't perform at the party for various reasons, my relationship with her gradually became warmer during the rehearsal time.

I began to look forward to the good happening with her. I started to participate in club activities on time, looking forward to her words when I met her. I started to care about her daily life and preferences, and always do what she likes. I began to constantly look for topics to communicate with her, and invited her to eat and drink milk tea with her. It wasn't until I finally fell down because she had a partner for a long time that I realized that I liked her. I walked down a narrow road, and it became harder to look back.

On Halloween, we went to the amusement park with her roommate. We had a great time that day, and she had broken up with her ex-boyfriend, and we came together naturally.

Our feelings warmed up quickly after being together. She is such a lively and lovely girl, and we spent a wonderful time with each other. Those passionate love plots and deep affection can be guessed seven or eight without describing them, but the everlasting impulse composed of these beautiful things is self-deception.

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I don't even know when the relationship started to turn sharply, but standing at the fork in the road in life, I once cherished her seriously, retained her, and wrote her into the grandest plan of my life.

If the emotional curve is a quadratic equation, it is a normal distribution, then we walking on the horizontal axis should take each step a little bit more slowly. However, time is flying fast, everything in the world is complicated, and I will be out of the quadrant in the next second.

Before our relationship became cold and bad, our cat left us, which is probably a sign.

Because of the college promotion and the epidemic, our meeting has been delayed again and again. During the months of delay, she no longer relied on me as much as before, and even became hot and cold.

One month before the exam, I went to meet her, and I even wanted to describe the meeting as wading through mountains and rivers. Then, we did not reconcile as expected, and I failed the list as expected, and her admission made me more tragic.

I was angry, I ignored her, I deleted her friend, I ran to Chongqing again to meet her, I desperately wanted her to feel my existence, even like the protagonist in a script and novel, but no one can save me .

I asked her to meet, and she disagreed, saying that the mudslide blocked the road. I have no choice but to communicate with her via video, looking forward to a one-tenth miracle.

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The miracle did not happen.

For three and a half hours, I was calm and restrained from the very beginning, and then burst into tears and sobbing in the back, and finally hysterical and on the verge of collapse, and she always watched me acting a one-man show with no expression, as if She was not the one who accompany me in these times together.

After I vented my emotions, I told her to pay attention to her diet and take care of herself. I was afraid that she would recover too quickly after I left, and even laughed as usual.

On the second night of the video with her, she was also at the wine bureau of my old friend and asked me the purpose of this trip. I told the truth and blamed her for the so-called auspicious words. She sighed and said to me: "Actually, when we first met, you knew who I was. But afterwards, we were really affectionate, and I couldn't say more." After the conversation, she and I talked about many inside stories that I didn't know.

No, no, I don't know who she is. I only know that the first sight was "I see how charming the green hills are, and when I see the green hills, I should be so".

The unparalleled love in the eyes of others and the sweet dependence in my eyes are actually dreams and emptiness.

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After the breakup, her best friend was also our former mutual friend to ask the reason for the breakup.

She seemed to feel that it was my fault that caused our relationship to collapse. I didn't say anything. Since she didn't want to talk to her friends, the last time she lied, it was me, and the last time, let me protect her.

There are not many truths in this world. A woman's blush is better than a long dialogue, but afterwards with rouge, it is difficult to tell whether it is true or false.

To this day, I can't tell whether she loved me or not. I only know that no desire to share is the beginning of the end, and all enthusiasm will disappear in waiting and disappointment, without exception. I only know that no matter what way of saying goodbye, I am not willing. There are always people who want to wait, but love cannot rely on perseverance.

Remember here, I don’t intend to exaggerate my own good. I know that I never played a proper role in her breakup with her ex-boyfriend, nor do I intend to accuse her of her mistakes in our story. After all, I always add to myself wishful thinking. play.

Remember it here, so that I can always read her bits and pieces, and also so that I can remember the secrets that only I know.

She once took a portrait of Hanfu, picked the red one she saw for the first time and gave it to me, asking me to remember her look. In the photo, the red dress and the red candle owe only a pair of newcomers Chuchu.

Recently, she texted me: "I am in love. The other person is very good."

Lady in my heart, friend around, the same song and the same wine.

Once scattered around the world, the red dress is the past.