He and her chun xia qiu dong

 Spring, three SiWuYue. The beginning of the story, is a key middle school in the city. Campus surrounded by green, clean air floral tendril overflowing with all around. The breeze lifted the curtain, and the sun along the Windows broken into the classroom, as in her neat desk. She shunned, but found him hiding in the corner of the mouth smile. He passed a piece note: after school, we go to take pictures?
Summer, July 6. 35 degrees Celsius of high temperature, the intersection of large LED screen reflects the dark grey light, the haze shrouded in the sky floating in the cloud, like to rain looks like. He left with a umbrella, the right hand holding her hand, walked slowly across the sidewalk. She is his face to wipe away the sweat of light, and he said: no, you see, it is going to rain.
Dark clouds gradually thick, her hands held tight to his Ge bo, let him find a shelter. "Wow!"Instantly between rain diluted drain, but he umbrella throw away, near her ears said: why don't we feel happy together in the rain now. She looked at the long thin rain Nick, wei2 nod. He looked at her with the smiling face print raindrops, put this wonderful memory reflected on the heart.
Autumn, in November ninety. The sky was blue, like a clean glass, without blemish. On the old leaves fall on the ground and the bleak autumn wind leaves the mottled covered with the whole campus. The weather turn gradually cool, for her he bought a new sweater, and personally to embroider on a "heart" design. She accepted.
A few days later, she wore in the body, is a good fit, but no "heart" design. He asked: the "heart" of the design? She said: I don't like to put it down. He was angry. She didn't know, and that is he stay up at night with the day before yesterday.
Later, they each other silent.
One day after school, she called him, and so on to walk again, have something to say to him. He gently should a sound, but also the head also don't back to the ground to walk.
She sent a letter to his home. He opened it, and saw the stationery and comely she the words:
Perhaps I am wrong, I should not have to tear down the "heart" of the design, but, this also is my freedom. Since, are you all the leading us, did you ever think I feel? Spring, the after school and you to take pictures, was really happy, but you don't know, on my way back home, I got robbed, making off with me a months living expenses, the month every day I eat fast food noodles, you have cared? Of course, you still don't know, in summer, and you get wet in the rain together, have a bad cold, and stay in bed for several days, if you see me? Even the phone didn't play. Perhaps, we are together, it is wrong.
Winter, twelve cost-reduction programmes. Forget that when the rain that is in the summer vacation, and are now on winter holiday. See the snow? It is this year's third snow, the next biggest, there are a few centimeters thick. These days are very cold. She because my parents work reasons to believe in his second day went home, heard that will never come back again. He can't stand the lovelorn pain, put a provocative into the injury, was suspended from school school. Later he's relationship to the north as a soldier, now still in northeast the snow drill?
On New Year's eve, he went home, vigorous many face. He left at home to find the phone card installed on phones. Just open it received dozens of text messages, it is send her information. He looked at, shed countless tears:
"I and gone home, you should take good care of yourself."
"You fight with others? You didn't hurt?"
"Listen to the friend say you to a soldier, to every day happy!".
"I put the winter vacation, you in that?"
"This year Spring Festival that day is your birthday, I wish you a happy New Year, happy birthday!"
...... Finally a message is sent the day before yesterday, card has not stopping, is she the usage filling.
His reply to all of the text message, but in the end only received her a brief message: forget me. His heart began to pain.
On New Year's day, another year chun xia qiu dong. He got up at six o 'clock, not to give it to the elders new bike ride went to her original address. That is one of the most ordinary suburban place, her family around the house of abnormal desolate, the door had already filled with rust, near less people come and go, only ever Snow White silence.
He didn't knock at the door, but directly pushed the door. He thought that she would wait for him here, but the yard LuanLuanDe, except for a few sundry nothing. He call her telephone number, always suggests the user has turned off. Where she is waiting for him? Lost his mobile phone to throw on the ground, just leave like that......
Three years later, or spring or summer or fall or winter. He found the ideal work, married a love, care about his wife, had a car, bought a house, the life is very rich. In such a happy family, he has been used without her life.
His wife got pregnant, he drove to the hospital inspection. In the hospital room of the registered mail etc. For a long time, turned the weary head toward the look out the window, there is a familiar figure. Is that her? Some of his overwhelmed. He had no time to worry about waiting in line, and cut in line registered, checked out the outpatient department of health after wife quickly leave. His wife asked him how, he said nothing. In fact, he is hidden in the deep guilt his heart.
The second went to the hospital to check his wife's body condition, has no her figure. He told the nurses describe her appearance, the nurses also not too clear. Just remember there is a beautiful girl because three years ago for her boyfriend on the road had rushed words fee traffic accident, brain badly wounded. Original consciousness normal, but his condition deteriorated even their parents can't all recognition. A few days ago she parents to get her out of the hospital to pick up the back, but they also don't know the address.
He listen to the nurses had finished, foolishly stood in his place a long time to speak out. A few minutes later, he sighs deeply. The wife does not have asked him, and took him by the hand, say with smile: go, let's go home.
Back home, he is from the old box to find out once the old photos. One is he and her photo, he watched, not through again next. Miss her lovely expression, miss her smiling face. He is thinking about a problem, thinking he is right. He know, this evening, doomed to insomnia......