On the eve of his birthday, I wanted my lover to give a gift at no cost, so when he planned to "buy a cake and give it to you in the morning", I really interrupted: "I don't like sweets. The cake is too greasy. Don't buy it, write me a love letter, within a thousand words, no limit to length. See you in the evening tomorrow."
He said he had never written a love letter before, and he had never had a pen pal. The pressure was high: "I really want to write it?" I said, "You go back tonight, make your idea before going to bed, and write it out in the car tomorrow." Yes, he has limited conditions, he can't do creative work at home, and he can only think about it while lying in bed.
By 5 o'clock in the evening of the next day, I think I can remind the manuscript. Call him, and he answered as soon as it rang. "Where are you?" "Downstairs in your house." "When did you come?" "I have 20 minutes, writing a love letter in the car, planning to finish writing on the phone, and then copy it." I was afraid of affecting his creation. Let him finish writing. After another half an hour, he hadn't moved yet, and his cell phone called forward. I thought he had escaped.
Going downstairs to his car, he almost laughed. He opened half of the car window, smoking half a cigarette, holding a mobile phone inclined at a 45-degree angle, and frowned slightly... The first time he saw a non-literary and artistic artist doing creative work, he was so devoted, so hard, and carefully considered. , I stood for 5 seconds and he didn't even notice. When I found out, I was shocked.
I prepared a manuscript of literature and art, took him to the cafe, and continued to create. In order to concentrate on writing the love letter, he took the initiative to sit on the other side of the table. It wasn't until the freshly squeezed juice, pasta and T-bone steak were on the table that the love letter was finally put to an end.
In view of our underground relationship, he cannot have my online contact information, including email, WeChat, QQ, etc. I can’t wait to get the love letter and show it to the fans. He can only share it with Bluetooth and save the electronic version as a picture for me. Three years ago, he was exposed because he used his mobile phone to take pictures of his little lover and uploaded them to her QQ mailbox. So we sat together, turned on Bluetooth, sent and received, and deleted traces. It seems that the underground party has done a good job again.
In the love letter, he explained the concept of "love". He thinks that what can't be devoted to is not love. He thinks that there is a big gap between me and me in terms of cultural accomplishment and economic situation, so he dare not love it. Finally, he said that I don't like getting married and having children, don't want to lose my freedom, and don't want to be caught in anything, so he can only love me with reservations.
What a cautious person, he used many beautiful and touching words to make sentences, and even portrayed me as a lady, like an untouchable star, but after a little cocoon, the logical deduction is quite rigorous and can only be reserved = unable to devote himself to it. Land = not love.
After my brain got to the center like a dog holding a frisbee, it didn't reason with him. After eating the 268 yuan western food, he copied the love letters on the phone one by one into the little book I had prepared. And I used my mobile phone to take pictures and live webcast: this man is writing a love letter to me.
The birthday is naturally lively and happy. We are two people who can't play badly for each other, and always give each other a way back. Playing so seriously again, it seems to write the story of three hundred rounds. Just like the end of his love letter, signed: to be continued.
