When I went online in the past, I saw a lot of people and stories. I liked the many twists and turns of love. I always felt that that was the magnificent love. But with him, I began to like all the plain and warm little things. Plot, I like to see other people’s simple and beautiful little happiness. I can’t help but want to write about myself. There are very few students in the class who are in first love. The girl at my desk has broken up with her third boyfriend. The boy behind me can’t remember how many times he has been in love. The girl behind me is actually in love for the first time, but he My boyfriend also has N ex-girlfriends.

In this context, it is rare for him and I to fall in love for the first time.

We are all silly children in love for the first time. We don’t know how to love, but we love very hard and seriously, and we are all looking forward to the future happily.

When we first got together, we read together for the first time in the library. After we got home, he texted me to chat at night. It happened to be raining outside, so I playfully teased him and let him He came downstairs to my house to accompany me in the rain. I thought her mother would never let him come out, but I didn't expect it. He only replied three words - you wait for me, and then I sent frantic text messages asking him not to come, because my parents would not let me go downstairs alone at night, but there was no reply, so I rushed to the balcony. Minutes later, in the heavy rain, he was so thin without an umbrella. I poked my head out and he looked up at me. I rushed back into the house and tried my best to calmly make up countless excuses such as buying ice cream, but they Still not letting me go downstairs alone, I returned to the balcony and whispered to him that I couldn't go down. He said it was okay and that he just missed me, then turned around and left. I looked at his back in the night rain and felt heartbroken.

Later, one time, we got angry that day and neither of us gave in. I sprained my ankle and was limping by myself. I was so arrogant that I didn’t look back at him. Suddenly his hand stretched out and helped me. He looked at me and said, are you okay? I shook him off, and he suddenly said, "How much do you weigh?" I said angrily, "80 pounds." He said, "That's enough." Before I could react, he picked me up and put my face against his chest. He ignored his anger and said in shame and annoyance, "Let me down." He said shamelessly and wouldn't let me go. I said, someone is watching and let me down. He let it go, and I said, you are right, he was wrong, everything I said was wrong, he was wrong about everything. I laughed. You must know that he is a very proud person, and it is difficult for him to admit his mistakes!

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