贵阳桑拿服务全城安排《13208511926》微信同步，Six years ago, she hosted a night hotline program on a radio station, which had a very nice name - "meet till dawn.". At that time, she was only 23 years old, young and beautiful, and young. Every morning, she stepped down from the stone steps of the radio station and waited on the platform of No. 28 bus.
The first bus of No.28 bus always leaves at 6:30 in the morning. He chose a seat in the back row of her, and he looked at her silently as if listening to her program.
She knew nothing about it. Her boyfriend has just gone to Japan. He is 24 years old. He is a good-looking man. He works in a Japanese company and speaks fluent Japanese and Korean. When he went to Japan, she saw him off and said to him, "no matter when you come back, I will wait for you.
One day, he called her hotline. He asked her: I love a girl very much, but I don't know if she likes me. What should I do? Her answer reached him by radio: tell her. Love cannot be missed.
Finally one day, the bus was late. It was winter, and she was waiting on the platform, a little anxious. Because of the strong wind, she dressed very thin, she came to him and asked: what time is it? He told her the exact time. They're the only ones on the platform. She shivered, and he said to her, "I love the show you're hosting.". She laughed: really? He said: really, I've been listening to your program for a year. He also said: I asked you a question, but you won't remember. So he said that question. She said, it was you. Then he asked: did you tell that person later? He shook his head and said: afraid to refuse. She added: No, how would you know? She also told him: when my boyfriend chased me, he was just like you. Then he told me, and I agreed. Now he's gone to Japan, and he'll be back in three years
The bus came and there were more passengers. In the old place, she got out of the car, but he didn't get off this time. The cold in her heart was deeper than that in winter.
It seems like that's the end of the story. But one afternoon in the next spring, she promised him to go to a tea house called Jinghong. Because he said he was leaving the city and wanted to talk to her. After that, he would forget the city. She thought the boy was full of heart, a little spoony and a little cute, but she never thought he would say that he loved her. But she didn't accept it. She said: impossible, because I said to my boyfriend: no matter when he comes back, I will wait for him There is no possibility for us. He didn't feel sad. He knew long ago that there would be such an end. "I'm gone. Love stays in this city." He said.
In the afternoon, the warm winter sun sprinkled on the street, he disappeared in the crowd like a drop of water
Love is sometimes like this: meet, is the edge; scattered, is also the edge, just shallow. She continued to do her hotline.
Her boyfriend finally returned home with a girl from Jeju Island, South Korea. He asked her out, in places that used to be common. He said something out of the way. "I want to tell you one thing..." He finally said. Just like the tide, she knew it was so desolate. Infatuation into the water, but it's too late to stop.
She took some time off, stayed at home, just sleeping, too tired. The street we walked through together, the streetscape we saw, the words we said The stories of love and pain are faded. She went to work in peace of mind.
In fact, he did not leave the city, just no longer take the No. 28 bus. He still listened to her hotline, was her most loyal audience, even a little infatuated with the despair of the past.
For nearly a week, he didn't hear her voice. He thought she was on a business trip or had a wedding Some worries.
Three years later, by chance, he read one of her autobiographies, the woman awake at night, which describes her failed first love, a boy like him, and the tea house called Jinghong At that time, he had just been married for a year, and his wife was his colleague, a very obedient girl.
Sometimes, the most beautiful love, we often can not see, because it is treasured by the heart, we can not unfold it ourselves.