The one hundred and one proposal

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The first time I propose to Zhu Yan that year, she was only 18 years old.
She is Dong Taipo's granddaughter, to grandma's house over the summer, my family and Dong neighbor, I was home in the third, brothers go swimming, refused to take me. I caught her crying in the next door, hear, come and ask: " brother, what are you crying about? "
Zhu Yanwen understood himself, took me to, after popsicle stand when, buy me a red bean popsicle. I asked her why she called the beauty, she said to me: " of a mansion should still, only Zhuyan changed. " She said again, but I remember, and never forget.
Every day she took me to, every day to give me to buy a popsicle, so I think people all over the world with only her best, she said: " Zhu sister, when I grow up I want to marry you. " She promised D, but immediately said: " you are 18 years old, I was 36 years old, than your mother is old, will you marry me? "
I would like a night finally answered: "be willing to. " Early in the morning he excitedly rushed out, Ma Chi I: " for who, Zhu sister has to go to Beijing to study in the University. "
Goodbye youth, I was 14 years old, is a shy boy, always wearing a worn pale white jeans, because the love that I have of the vicissitudes of life. Zhu Yan was graduated from the University, working in the field, this time back, because Dong woman died, home for the funeral. See me, she will gently: " I have grown up. " My blood is poured on the cheek. I went to the funeral, she gave me a trance to laugh, does not seem to see me. I will stand beside her. People in Dong woman cover cloth when, I suddenly feel that shoulders the weight, turned, Zhu Yanfu cry on my shoulder. Across the clothes, I felt clearly her tears of the weight, should be cold, but seems like a burning candle oil, drop on me, was a pain, I really want to wipe her tears for her, however, did not have the courage, will only stand up straight, let my shoulder a drop bear her tears, first Shao kind strongly feel proud of being a man and strength, and her woman's weakness after three or four years had not seen her, I gradually no longer remembered. The college entrance examination, reading university, my girlfriend, beautiful colorful University life. Some days painting, Hing head for small girl painting, finished her for a while, said: " not me. "Why not, navy blue skirt, flying hair, laughing ice will melt soft and sweet ... ... Suddenly I - cold, this is not her, this is the beauty.
If youll understand their juvenile mood, it is early know, can have forever? Midnight awake, I hear my voice: " I am not willing to. "
Write to tear, used half the letter, because do not know the name of her what I really fearless of death for a just cause, finally the payable to " beauty ", family names, like called campus close girl. I am 18 years old, was the adult, the capital crowded with her on an equal footing D.
However the letter in a mailbox I only regret, what she remember my reason for it, but still every two around the mailbox. Soon the winter holidays, new year's day a blizzard, almost no pedestrian street, I braved the snow went to school, saw the letter, my heart is jumping up. In addition to the beauty, who deserve such a word. Look up a word " younger brother " intimate and distant, as if she is in the distant childhood called me. But she and I, in fact is the appearance of knowledge. No matter how busy every day, I would write to her, not to ask for her help, do not call her my exclude the difficulty and anxiety, just want to tell her, as if to say to their listening, as if her heart beating is another of my heart. Also like in the light of a page turning her letter, letter, memo paper, typing paper, material waste is back, her casual is her usual mind. But are the same, the rise of " brother ", between the lines of the clear, say take to one's bosom. Her fine beautiful words, and I lay a heavy handwriting, distinct, but obviously closely linked.
In the fall, I decided to make a daring thing. Zhu Yanlai opened the door, I put in the hands of the red rose is extended: " happy birthday. " She looked at me all of a sudden sense of doubt, take a deep breath: " brother! " She and I looked at my shoulders, thin, long said: " it is still should be of a mansion. "
But the youth did not change, smile still, only more vicissitudes of life meaning, and her beautiful face under the background of. Sitting in her dorm room, holding her to pour water, suddenly feel confused heart, come one year, settled, I was 19, hope 28.
She took me to visit. Climbing the hill, she ask me: "are you all right? "It is still not assured of children. I smile, don't say anything, three step two step climb, reflexive pull her, she was: " brother, can you really grow up. " Yes, have grown up to pursue my beloved woman. Return, she is tired, eyes closed big nap, head gradually fell on my shoulders. My hands reached out a little bit, finally gently around her. Car a great earthquake, she slid my arms. The warm body and my tight pastes. Approaching the station, she woke up, smiling up at me, meeting me fearless gaze. She ate one Jing, face slowly, slowly burned up. At that moment, I know how aware, at that moment, she was in when I put the man.