Chapter 2 Chapter two

Do you still remember a girl named Xia Xia? You courted her. God!How I hope you can't remember who she is, just like you can't remember all the women you have ever had a romantic relationship with. She is my classmate. That year, we were only seventeen years old, at the age of youth and beauty. I was a lonely child and my parents separated when I was very young.I live with my father who is a baker.He always gets up in the middle of the night to go to work, and only returns home the next morning. Kids like me are always hungry for affection. Before I met you, the only feeling I knew was friendship.

Until now, I still don't understand why Xia Xia and I became such good friends. She and I are two completely different people. She comes from a good family, and is the apple of her father's eye. She is also beautiful, competitive, and passionate. She has boyfriends one after another, and a large group of flower protectors are at his feet like puppies. For many years, we stuck together almost every day, as if we had endless topics to talk about. She likes to tell me all about her affairs. I've met every one of her boyfriends.As long as she stretches out her arms, these boys will fly to her palm like doves, waiting for her to feed them with love.

However, it was always easy for her to fall in love with someone, to get bored with that person, and to leave them like dead birds for fear of getting her hands dirty. Still, she sometimes shed a tear or two, slightly sentimental, for the dead birds, and buried them with the petals of her tears. For her, love is a thing. After many years, I realized how similar she is to you. Only, you ended up being kinder and nobler than her.You never humiliate others, you never want to hurt women. However, Xia Xia is crueler than you.Sometimes she seemed to think that those dead birds were not pitiful enough.Several times, after breaking up with a man, she would say to me:

"How about I tell him to pursue you? He is really nice, but he is not suitable for me. As long as I speak, he will definitely listen to me." You can imagine how angry I was when I heard those words. What she doesn't want, but wants to give it to me as a gift.Not for me, but to keep those boys with her forever, at her beck and call. If one day, that boy really falls in love with me, she can always tell me: "He originally liked me!" But I never hated her. She's my best friend and I know her so well that when you know someone so well you don't hate her. Unfortunately, she never knew me.

I was a very proud kid at heart. I look down on the boys she fell in love with, they either have money in their families, or they have no personality, no taste, no style, or like her, they chase love as a youthful game.All they loved was her body, and she never knew it. Those boys, brought to me on a silver platter, I don't want either. Until one day, she mentioned you to me.