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　　Into a small cafe, to find a window seat to sit down, her mood of the complex. Yes, she and he had parted for half a year. But they love for eight years. Could not replicate the eight years. She's waiting to be very upset, she couldn't imagine breaking up for half a year after the two met again.

　　Eight years ago, she was just a 14 year old girl, do not understand why love. She is beautiful, from birth, she is always the focus of the people. She is the only one who does not agree with her beauty. She is often a boy on his way to school to intercept, she is really hate their xipixiaolian. In the home of all the people, every day in fear that she was bullied, she is this beauty for their own troubles and feel tired. She just wanted to be an ordinary person. But now, she has to avoid the boys, and every day in the development of special routes. Until one day, behind her, there has been a tall high-definition thin boy, his face, pale like like a newborn baby. She turned back, and he had a shy blush, and stopped. In this way, the boy just as silently followed her, across the distance of five meters.

　　Young age, she could not understand why the boys like to see, feel blush. But, a month, and behind him, every time she goes to school, the way out of school. There is no intersection, just behind her, even in the bus, but also the distance of five meters. Finally one day, she decided to ask clear, so, in every time and so on the bus station, she took the initiative to go to the boy, asked: "why do you always follow me?" Perhaps he has been used since the state, to her surprise attack, he suddenly says not to export what! She looked out, he was very nervous. Two people as a stalemate, sit facing each other in silence. The car came, and she decided to put an end to the embarrassing scene. So she went to the car, still looking for a window seat to sit down. When the car was about to drive away, she heard him yelling at her outside the car. "We love each other!" She was amazed, at that time, she was only fourteen years old, do not understand what is love. That's her life, the first boy so bold. She and his hand, she wore a hat.

　　She grew up a little, middle school, high school, University, every day is because of his company, and become beautiful. Although, like a lot of people, she has been in pain and happiness, but has never left the idea. He loved her, and she knew that he had done a lot of things for her. She had never been in the kitchen, and she had washed clothes in the day when she was living with him. These are always his special. She was unlucky to be pregnant when she was about to graduate from college. While he was busy looking for work. When you go to the hospital for abortion, the excruciating pain, so she could not forget for a lifetime. She's lying in bed when she got home. Thin, she is very much like a bowl of chicken soup. Waited for a long time, also did not have him into the bedroom. She struggled up, walked outside, the kitchen is still cold. He slept on the desk, and the table was filled with his resume, and the newspaper.

　　She means cold heart ash, so love her man, but let her first feel the world is so cold.

　　She didn't and he as before as Dadanaonao, she just pick up the things, leave that gives her the house of laughter. She is also very difficult to understand why, for a moment, then pull off. He remained on his knees to her not to tell him, still cry and shed bitter tears for her love. She still came out, he was chasing after. Is still a distance of five meters, she suddenly look back to go to him, mercilessly beat him a slap in the face, she said: "you are a man, please point to live up to expectations, you so I never look down on you!"

　　He was stunned, no longer follow. He cried as he watched her go far in his sight. He did not understand, eight years of her love, is not that a bowl of chicken soup?

    五年级:音.半夏

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