【Haichuan Standard Irrigation Promotion Post】Features innocent love between two young people, themes of inspiration in the workplace, stories from Dongguan, and moments of poignant beauty.

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This post was last edited by *nht1 on 2016-4-24 12:09. [Haichuan Standard Watering Promotion Post] It features two innocent lovers, pure love, workplace inspiration, stories from Dongguan, and a tragic ending. Let’s get started. Take your time and read carefully: That year, I was 9 years old and she was 11. I told her that I wanted to marry her in the future, and she replied playfully, \"Okay!\" That year, I was 14 and she was 16; she was a head taller than me. I looked up at her and told her that I liked her. She listened in silence, said nothing, then turned away and stopped looking at me. That year, I was 18 and she was 20; I had already been carrying cement at construction sites for a year, while she was still studying at a prestigious university. I could no longer say that I liked her, because I felt I wasn’t good enough for her. I kept the words I wanted to say to her for myself, planning to tell her everything once I was worthy of her. In the following four years, I never had another chance to see her. I heard that she had started working, and what worried me even more was whether she was already married or a mother... My career gradually got on track; I learned chemical engineering design, joined forums and groups, and after working in the chemical industry for a few years, I became quite wealthy and was no longer troubled by money issues. When I saw her again, it was in Dongguan, in a dimly lit room; there were only the two of us. We remained silent for a long time before she spoke: 800; since you seem like an acquaintance, I’ll charge you 500. I tried my best to stop trembling. I said, \"Come with me.\" Her gaze became vacant for a moment, then flickered, and like a flame that goes out, she said, \"I’m not good enough for you. I’m just a lady; I have guests here. There’s nothing to do, so I’ll be going now.\" She left in a hurry... Later, I saw her on TV; she was being escorted by two police officers, with a look of terror and suffering on her face. The TV didn’t even cover her face, allowing her to appear before me, causing pain in my heart over and over again, until it was shattered... The last time I saw her, it was she who came to find me. She was on the rooftop, and I was downstairs, looking up at her. Just as I had told her before that I loved her, she said, “I have a serious illness; there’s nothing that can be done. Don’t worry.” Before leaving, I just wanted to ask her: Did you really love me once...? I cried and said, “Yes.” She said, “Then...” . Well. . Could you tell me where you learned design back then, and who taught you? ? I replied: On the Haichuan Chemicals forum, by following *nht1… Before I could finish speaking, she leaped away; the goddess in my heart for so many years thus perished……