Wait for you to hang up first .. At that time, girls and boys were in the season of love. Every time we quarrel, two people will always linger for a long time. In the end, girls always close the line first in a sad "goodbye", and boys slowly feel the warmth left in the air, as well as the faint sadness that can't be separated ... Then they broke up. The girl soon got a new boyfriend, handsome and generous. The girl feels very satisfied and proud. Later, she gradually felt that something was missing between them. That kind of uneasiness has always made her feel a faint loss. What is this? She doesn't understand. Only at the end of the conversation, the girl always felt that she was saying goodbye and hung up with a beep. Whenever this happens, she always feels that the harsh voice condenses into ice in the air and scratches her eardrum. She seems to feel that her new boyfriend is like a kite with a broken thread, and her weak hand can't catch the hopeless thread. Finally, one day, the girl had a big fight with him. The boyfriend turned away impatiently. The girl didn't cry, as if she had a feeling of relief. One day, the girl remembered the old boy again, and there was a touch in her heart: the silly boy who heard her "goodbye" was moved to pick it up slowly. The boy's voice is still simple and calm. The girl was speechless and said in a hurry: goodbye. This time, the girl didn't receive the line, and a strange feeling made her listen to the silence at that end quietly. I don't know how long it took before the boy's voice came. Why didn't you hang up? The girl's voice is very harsh. Why should I hang up first? Just get used to it. The boy said quietly, I like you to hang up first, so that I can rest assured. However, people who hang up later are always a little sorry and lost. The girl's voice trembled a little. So I'd rather keep this loss to myself, as long as you are happy. The girl finally couldn't help crying, and the hot tears soaked the memory of love in her mind. She finally realized that people who have no patience to listen to her last sentence are not the watchmen of her life. It turns out that love is sometimes as simple as that. A watch can tell everything. Hook yourself up and hang yourself for a hundred years without changing! Author: Song Yun was born:? It's snowing heavily outside, grandma said. It's a girl. Throw her on the snowy mountain! ? The boy opened his little hand to protect the baby girl and shouted, I want my sister! I want my sister! ? The boy is one and a half years old. This is the first long sentence he said. ? One year old: mother bathes the girl and puts it on a big towel. ? The boy stepped on the stool and brought talcum powder from the cupboard. ? The boy asked: Aunt, when will my sister walk? ? The girl is waving her little arm, grabbing her chubby foot and sucking it loudly in her mouth. ? Two years old: door, sand pile. ? Boys and girls happily buried their shoes in the sand. ? Then go home barefoot. Three-year-old: The girl drew a big head, a ghost and a villain, and pointed seriously: This is you. ? The boy covered his eyes and said, I'm not that ugly! ? The girl turned to another page: This is me. ? The boy smiled through tears: you are uglier! ? Four years old: Boys ride dogs, but girls can't. She turned into the garden, drove away the big white goose and got on it. ? Both of them had a big fall. ? The boy said: I want to ride a horse when I grow up! ? The girl said: I ride too. ? The boy said, well, let's ride together. ? The girl held out her little finger and the boy hooked it. ? Children's voice rang: hook, hang yourself, for a hundred years, don't change! ? Five years old: The wind falls in Leng Xue. ? The girl has chicken pox and can't go out. ? Lie on the windowsill, breathe into the frosted window, make a hole and stick your eyes on it. ? The boy was smoking methamphetamine outside and had a good time. ? Six years old: Lantern Festival, lanterns are twisted in the street. The boy and the girl are holding hands and watching happily. ? There are all kinds of lights: green cucumber, red persimmon, purple eggplant ... the Monkey King, Pig Bajie ... Big-headed baby, grandpa ... When the seedling team went, people followed. Boys and girls followed closely. ? There were so many people that boys and girls crowded into the snow nest. ? After being dragged up, the girl's throat, sleeves and shoes were all covered with snow, and she began to cry with cold. ? The boy held the girl in his arms and asked her to put her hand under her arm to keep warm. ? Seven years old: Go to school together. ? Go to the hillside to mow the grass after school. ? The smell of grass juice and the fragrance of wild flowers are flowing in the fields. ? Two people lay head down on the grass, chewing grass roots and looking at the big white clouds blooming in the blue sky. ? Eight years old: at the foot of the mountain, there is a vegetable garden. ? The stream gurgled through the garden. ? The tender corn is full of white sweet juice like milk. ? A man broke an ear and tried to eat it. He found that young corn tastes fresher when eaten raw than when cooked, and he was very happy. ? Nobody told home when I went back. ? Nine years old: The school is located on a hillside with two clear springs. A long wooden pipe leads the spring water to the playground under the slope. ? Everyone connects the spring water with plastic bags, sticks a small hole in the bottom of the bag, or drinks it like milk, or squeezes the water to play. ? The girl was sprayed with water by a boy. ? The boy rushed up and gave him a good beating. ? The boy said: I will never allow anyone to bully you! ? The girl held out her little finger and the boy hooked it. ? They said loudly together: hook, hang yourself, for a hundred years, don't change! ? Ten years old: They dug a snow hole in the wilderness. ? There is a snow bed and a snow stool inside, where you can sit or lie down. There is also a door made of snow blocks at the mouth of the cave. ? Imagine this is their home, their secret. ? Eleven years old: in spring, I plant trees in the mountains. ? The girl hurt her foot climbing a tree. ? The boy carried her home from the mountain. ? Lying on the boy's back, the winding mountain road full of sweat and tears has become a lifelong memory. ? Twelve years old: the girl left home to study abroad. Every night, the boy goes farther and farther in his dream, and gradually he can't see his face clearly. ? Eighteen: The girl went to college and the boy went to the barracks. ? Nineteen years old: The girl started a campus romance. ? After reading the girl's letter, the boy galloped on the grassland. ? The girl's fragile voice lingers in my ear: hook, hang yourself, for a hundred years, don't change! ? The boy sat in the endless wilderness, smoking round and round, round and round? Twenty-three years old: the girl is crying in the room. ? The man she liked hit her and she was pregnant with his child. ? She locked the bedroom door only because he stayed up late at night playing cards. ? The boy said: you wait and see me clean him up. ? The girl said: don't come! Please. ? The boy is over there, squeaking with his fist. ? Twenty-four years old: The boy said: If he bullies you again, come back! ? There will always be someone waiting for you at home. ? The girl licked her chapped lips and got up the courage to say that he hit me, but I still love him. ? I love you too, brother. But it's a different kind of love. ? Twenty-five years old: boys get married. ? The girl congratulated. ? "Learn to protect yourself and be healthy and happy forever …" said the boy. ? "Well, you too ..." The girl choked up. ? Hook! ? All right! ? "Hook, hang yourself, for a hundred years, don't change!" ? A deep and vigorous male voice and a crisp and soft female voice crossed three thousand miles and met in one place in the air. ? At last, the boy's eyes were wet. ? At this point, the girl burst into tears.