Kiss You, Sweetheart

Those beautiful moments of love, one after another from the depths of memory, let Bo en's tears finally can't help falling from the eyes.

So beautiful once, more and more against the reality of cruelty

She cried and slowly fell down on bochayan's bed, where he was sleeping. On the pillow, it's all his smell.

Tears ran down the corners of her eyes and into the pillowcase.

Little uncle, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you, but I really can't give you another favor Now Bo en'en, though smiling on his face, has a low self-esteem in his heart.

Because love a person, and deep inferiority.

Bo en's hand, unintentionally extended to the pillow, met a thing, hard, but also some edges and corners.

Bo en got up and pulled out what he met from under the pillow. It was a small desk calendar.

What does Bo Jiayan do with a desk calendar under his pillow?

Bo en en wiped his tears and opened the calendar. It's this year's calendar. From January to June, every day is marked with a heart in red.

At first, Bo en en didn't understand it, but when she saw the word "return" written in red heart one day in June, she suddenly realized that that day was the day when she returned to C country.

It turns out that these red hearts are all painted by bochayan.

In the days when he was waiting for her, he was looking forward to painting one by one, day by day.

if that's really what she thought, then this book should not be the only one. Bo en looked around the room. She knew Bo Jiayan's habit. He would put these little things in the bottom drawer of the bucket cabinet.

She got up and went to the drawer, opened it, and found four other calendars in it. Under every day, there was a red heart.

On the day she lost contact with him, he wrote "wait.".

Already wipe dry tears, again uncontrolled gush out, dripping on the calendar, the hearts are soaked.

Four years of persistence, how many minutes and how many seconds of expectation

Bo en en covered her mouth and cried. The calendar slipped from her hand. She fell to the ground, sat down on her knees, buried her head and cried.

How could such a reserved person do such a childish thing? If she didn't see it with her own eyes, she could hardly believe it.

He always keeps his thoughts in his heart.

Little uncle Bo en en's heart was so painful that she fell to the ground and lay down, letting tears flow across her face and into the carpet.

Bo Jiayan, what should I do?

If there was no separation, how good would it be?

How good it should be!

……

When Bo en woke up, it was already daybreak, the window was open, and the wind came in, blowing her face cool.

That night, she fell asleep on the ground.

Fortunately, it was summer and I didn't feel cold, so I went to sleep.

When did you fall asleep last night? Bo en thought about it, but he couldn't remember it. All she knew was that she cried hard and couldn't finish her tears.

Maybe in the end, really "cry dizzy".

Bo en got up from the ground and saw the open drawer not far away. Those desk calendars were scattered in the drawer.

Bo en's heart hurt, climbed over, picked up the calendars, a trace of sadness came back to her heart, but she controlled herself, did not cry, just put them away, gently closed the drawer.