Pour your heart out for the rest of your life-1

one.

People who meet or hear beautiful things are always easy to have beautiful fantasies. After attending my sister's wedding, I was born with the courage to get close to Dou Youqing. It was just the gentle cajoling of the wedding, which was the beginning that I begged but could not get.

two.
Today is October 19th. It has been 93 days since I first saw him in the cafe opposite the school on July 17.
I agree with him.
I drank coffee in the cafe for three months, followed him silently for three months, and drew no less than a hundred portraits of him. But I didn't know his name until today.
The roommate strategically said that I have the depth and kindness of a 60-year-old grandmother in the matter of having a secret crush on the male god.
I patronized the cafe for three months and got along best with Su Qing, the shop assistant. Today, when I was bringing me coffee, she asked me if I wanted to take a part-time job here. I vacillated between drinking coffee and serving coffee.
After looking at him, he was still sitting in his usual seat.
Today he has a goblet and a bottle of red wine on his table. The dim light there made his features deep and melancholy. Oh, melancholy is real, not the illusion caused by light. I have never seen him in such a state. He may be emotionally frustrated. I can't help but guess that I have made up a lot of pictures in my mind.
Suddenly, the little couple at the next table made a big noise, and the girl's voice suddenly rose: "if you want to go, give me that 400000 back before you go."
There are as many as 400000 handsome men getting up, probably trying to run.
The girl reached out and tried to grab him, but the man easily broke away and strode out the door. When the lights were on outside, the man raised his hand and got a taxi and left without looking back.
He just got up and tried to run. I was not wrong.
The girl fell softly, clutching her heart after the man left, and Su Qing and I hurriedly went to help. Only then did I know that he was the store manager.
The gloom was hidden, and he arranged everything neatly. I stood next to him while he was on the phone, feverish by the faint smell of wine on him. His voice is low and beautiful, and my heart beats like a drum.
Gu Yu has congenital heart disease and is not out of danger. Her parents didn't know about the man and 400000, so they called the police directly.
The police asked us in detail about the situation in the store at that time, and the monitoring in the store happened to be broken, and neither he nor Su Qing remembered much. Only I remember best that I asked the police for a pen and paper and drew a portrait of the man.
Su Qing was very excited: "it's him! it's him!" I was afraid she would sing "Young Hero Little Nezha", and then she shook my arm wildly, "how can you remember so clearly?" You have a good memory! "
Can't this man praise my painting skills?
I even memorized the license plate number of the taxi I glanced at casually, and Dou Youqing's eyes were even more surprised. This is actually a piece of cake for me.

His name is Dou Youqing, and his name matches his temperament.
It was late coming out of the police station, and Su Qing was picked up by her boyfriend. I left something in the cafe, so I went back with Dou Youqing to get it.
"Xiao Wan?" He called me, raising the right arc at the corners of his mouth. He is 29 years old, which is about what I expected. The man who walked away from the cafe is a marriage scam with a criminal record, which is different from the sophisticated and slick way in which he is handsome. Dou has the mature charm and gives people a clean and warm feeling.
"Thank you for today." He said.
I shook my head and said, "nothing."
In the taxi, he sat in the passenger seat with one arm against the window. Long fingers pressed against the center of the eyebrow, as if very tired. The light of the street lamp was reflected on the side of his face, with broken hair on his forehead, and a hazy silhouette on the glass of the car.
I looked at him secretly, and the joy spread uncontrollably, but the deer in my heart seemed to be smoking a cigarette and asked me, "is that it?" I don't hit, I don't hit. "
But before long, the sound of "knock, knock, knock" sounded flustered and clearly.
I don't want to like him in silence any more.

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