Chapter 33 first love part 3 first love 31 days

When Du Xiaofeng was a teenager, the words that Du Xiaofeng swore were uttered from Jiang Guiming's mouth as an adult, and the initial warmth turned into a kind of sarcasm. "Du Xiaofeng is your first love, right?" Jiang Guiming unabashedly exposed Wen Jing's deliberately hidden past, and for some reason, he was a little angry when he thought of the person whose voice was so similar to his own.He is so smart that he naturally associates this resemblance with a quiet friendliness, which frustrates his usual self-confidence. Wen Jing looked at 307 that was fading away in the side view mirror, and said flatly, "Mmm."

That car had a new license plate starting with K. Du Xiaofeng's initial salary was only over 2,000. Not to mention a BMW, he couldn't even afford a QQ.Naturally, Wen Jing will not be obsessed with her teenage promises. Most of her youthful dreams are washed away by reality when she grows up. She can continue to hold hands tightly in the crowd. To be happy. But Wen Jing had never been in this car.Even though she had thought of the license plate number early in the morning, she didn't have the chance to enjoy it in the end. "JF126!" Wen Jing said with great anticipation at the beginning, "Jing Hefeng, my birthday is January 26, 1984, and yours is December 6, 1983! Just right!"

"Why are you in front?" Du Xiaofeng asked absently. Wen Jing didn't notice it, she blinked playfully and said, "Because FJ doesn't sound good! We're going to split up!" Du Xiaofeng didn't say anything, just smiled casually with the corners of his mouth, they were lucky, the number JF126 was chosen bingo. Later, Wen Jing recalled that Du Xiaofeng's smile at that time was too sad.Probably at that time he had already known Jin Weiwei, started deceiving, and started to go to the other side.It's just that she can no longer remind her silly self to be careful, when the license plate number came down, they had already broken up.

"If you want me to tell you, don't look for these magazines anymore." Jiang Guiming glanced at "Xia Lu" in Wen Jing's arms and said, "Why do you go to such lengths? Instead of thinking about Du Xiaofeng under the banner of Meng Fan, it's better to just say the word Tell him clearly. Besides, you are a little selfish, right? I run back and forth every day, not to help you remember Du Xiaofeng! I am helping Su Yuan remember Meng Fan! It doesn’t matter if you remember Meng Fan, but don’t waste others kindness." "I don't want to be forgotten." Wen Jing whispered while looking out the window.

"What?" Because of his irritability, Jiang Guiming didn't listen to Wen Jing's words carefully, so he didn't notice the tears in the corners of her eyes. "I said, no one wants to be easily forgotten." Wen Jing said with a soft sigh, "I think between people, from falling in love to ending, there is always something left when a relationship is gone. Like When the flowers wither, there are petals falling; when the paper is burnt, there are ashes left; when the stars fall, there are shooting stars that make people make a wish... Although I know, maybe it can’t be compared like this, love is not like this, it can’t be held in the palm of your hand I can't even hold it if I want to. But I still think, even if I never see each other again, even if the pain is more painful than happiness, even if I am hurt, even if I shed a lot of tears, I still want to stay and be loved Because it was the first love, the first heartbeat, the first time to honestly hand over oneself to another person. So everyone wants to be missed by others, right? I don’t want one day, when Du Xiaofeng is very old, someone will ask him , do you still remember Wen Jing? He can’t remember anything, or he only remembers that there is such a person, even his appearance is blurred. Then I will be very sad. I was obviously liked by him too! He doesn’t need to love Me, but I want him to remember me. Memories will transcend time. So, I can't let Meng Fan be forgotten so casually, I don't want his mind to disappear, and I don't want to bury the things he has done Under the tombstone. You don’t know, I’m actually the same as Meng Fan. It’s just that I’m still alive, but he’s dead.”

Wen Jing smiled, but tears flowed down her face. Jiang Guiming felt that teardrop was particularly eye-catching, maybe it was too dazzling, so until Wen Jing pushed the car door and ran out of the car, Jiang Guiming didn't react to hold her. At the intersection, Wen Jing's figure was instantly submerged by the crowd. (The End)