[Comprehensive] The Holy Grail Finds My Husband

I had a gorgeous dream, the sun was shining brightly in the dream, you took my hand, walked through the alley, and came to a house.

I asked, "Where is this?"

You said: "Our family."

At that moment, looking at your smiling face, I couldn't help but burst into tears.

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How long does it take to go from teens to twenties?How many years will it take?

When I was a teenager, I met Shusuke Fuji.

He was my first love.

First love is always very simple, maybe because he looks just like the prince charming in my heart; maybe because that day was sunny and his smile was too dazzling; or maybe because I don’t know when I have developed a good impression of him unconsciously .

When I realized that I liked him, it was too far away from my first love that I could easily escape.

Fuji Zhousuke and I were classmates in the same class, and I happened to sit a little behind him.

Maybe it was God's arrangement that sitting in my seat is just right to have a panoramic view of his every move.

That year, that season, that day.

I looked at Fuji Shusuke's side face, and suddenly realized that I had a deep affection for him.

Every time, I would sit in my seat early before Fujisuke came to the classroom, quietly listening to the people around me, and waiting for his arrival.

Fuji Zhousuke is an outstanding person, he already had the title of genius when he was still a teenager.

When I was a girl, I had a little pride or a second grader. I was lonely and talented, but I liked to put myself in a position isolated from the world.

But Er Zhouzhu is different from me, even when he was a teenager, he still has a good relationship that I can't do.

Unlike me, who likes to be alone and always stays quietly in the corner writing and drawing, Fuji Zhousuke is always surrounded by many people, noisy and lively.

I don't know how I fell in love with him, really?

Even now, everyone in the know feels that Fuji Sousuke and I are living in two worlds, and we are not worthy at all.

To be honest, is it true that every girl's first love is so bitter and sweet?

I will always pay attention to his every move unconsciously, silently collect every word he said, want to know everything he likes, and wish to meet him every day in my dream.

I know that he likes girls with pretty fingers, so I never cared about how my hands were. I started to care about the injuries on my hands. What if I left scars on my hands and he didn’t like them?

I know that he is very good at writing and studying well, so when I see girls approaching him with learning problems, I am always very distressed. What should I do if he likes a girl who deliberately approaches him?

I know he likes to play tennis, so even though I hate the sun, I stood outside the tennis court, staring at the sun and hiding carefully, wondering what if he saw me?Thinking that it would be good if he could find that I was looking at him?

I know that he has a cheerful personality, so I try to suppress my excitement every day, pretend not to care, and greet him calmly.

I know that he is very, very popular, so when others talk about him, I can't help but listen to what others say about him, secretly happy with the praise of him.

little by little...

The more I know about him, the more I like him...

Every day in the diary is filled with my feelings for him and my new discoveries about him.

I know how many degrees he likes to swing his hands comfortably when he walks, and I know how many stations he passes by every day when he goes home.

I know what mood each of his smiles represents, and I can clearly distinguish the meaning of each of his words.

it's wired.

I never thought I had such perseverance.

But, for him, not for Er Zhouzhu.

I seem to have exhausted all my heart and soul, without asking for anything in return, without thinking about how much effort I have spent.

To love, to like, to love that first love I met as a teenager, my teenager.

Time flows slowly.

I also grew up gradually, slowly, out of my youth.

I once thought about forever, I once said that the sea is dry and the stone is rotten, and I have made so many vows.

No match, the world changes.

Can't beat it, time goes by.

As a teenager, I love the girl without hesitation.

In my twenties, my hair fell out a lot, and my face was no longer smooth. The years have ripened my youthfulness and withered my innocence.

In my 20s, I am no longer young, and I no longer have the energy to love so hard.

One time, I received a phone call from my parents informing me to go back to my hometown for a blind date. I got in the car and saw the familiar campus outside the car window. Under an inexplicable impulse, I wanted to go in and have a look.

Standing outside the classroom a few years ago, through the glass, I seemed to see a familiar picture.

The childish me with twin ponytails was still sitting on the familiar seat, holding a pen in one hand and resting my chin in the other. I looked at the front seriously, but when I looked carefully, I found that the eyes of the me in my teenage years had been lingering on him. body.

My first love, a boy I knew well, sat in front of me with his back to me.

He looked at the blackboard seriously and listened to the teacher's lecture.

Looking at his immature yet familiar side face, I couldn't help but smile.

My first love, the boy I love, he is still the same as before.

The teenage girl, the naive me, also stayed in my memory and never moved forward.

……

I am no longer that me, one day, I will meet a man I don't know, let him hold my hand, walk into the hall, and say to me: "Will you marry me?"

Although, countless dream weddings, by my side, are his company.

But reality, but again, there will be a stranger who sleeps next to me.

I have fantasized many times, on a rainy day, I didn't bring an umbrella, and you came to me, and the two of us held an umbrella in the rain.

I also thought that if it happened to be raining and you didn't bring an umbrella, I would muster up the courage to walk to you, lend you the umbrella, and slowly increase contact with you.

How long has it been?The boy I like.

How long has it been?Your appearance has never changed.

Standing outside the classroom, I raised my head to stop the tears from falling down.

I was a cry girl, always have been.But you never held me in your arms and comforted me.

Maybe for another few years, and another few years.

At that time, I can finally tell my children lightly, saying: "My first love, that is a boy called a genius, he is..."

Maybe when the time comes, the diary I wrote for you will no longer be a secret, and it will be burned, locked in a drawer, and locked in memory, or I may be worried that it will be discovered and disappear into the fire.

……

After leaving, I occasionally met a few former classmates.

They were a little surprised when they saw me, and they all said they couldn't recognize me.

I smiled at their surprised eyes and didn't answer.

When I was naive, I believed that all the good things, including smiles, should be reserved for the person I like the most.

After being polished, my youth has been locked in memory, and I myself have become completely.

Smile... Who am I to show it to?

The person I like has never held my hand.

The person I like has never told me that he likes it.

The person I like is that beautiful boy who used to be.

Maybe, turning around at a certain intersection now, I will see him when he grows up, but he is no longer the devout boy I loved deeply when I was a teenager.

Maybe, what others said that he once liked it is true.

It's just that we all missed it a long time ago.

I had no choice but to throw him in the memory.

After returning, no matter whether it was voluntary or forced, I met several people according to the arrangement of my parents.

I was expecting to be with someone who looked a little bit like him.

It's just that after meeting someone I don't like, I'm hooked on him.

When I was under a lot of pressure, when I picked up a knife, when I wanted to end my life, he—

He still didn't show up.

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I had an extremely gorgeous dream. In the dream, I was still a teenager, sitting in the classroom, watching him turn his head and smile at me.

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He still doesn't show up, what should I do?