Girl: I will go…
Bending her head, she says to a boy, who is a shy guy as she is.
The boy, not echoing, only kicks small pebbles with his tiptoes, here and there.
After a while, the girl says again, in an oblique voice: I should go…
Raising her head, casting a quick glance at him and diverting her eyesight again, she tangles the fringes of her dress.
Boy: Enh…
Inarticulately giving her a response, the boy hides carefully the other hand behind his back again. It seems that there are some tiny sweats on his front, or a shade flurry in his mind of saying something or not.
Still a long silence.
“I’ll go.” Seemingly being angry, the girl bravely raises her head, glares at him, with a shred of gentle encouragement in her eyes. Becoming more anxious, he seems not to know how to jump out of this dilemma; or seems to make crucial decision. Finally, strengthening that hand, turning red, with a little trill, the boy says: “…for you!”
It is a rose, very rosy, keenly flowering, like a mass of fire, burning on the boy’s hand. The girl smiles, very happily. But immediately, she turns back and runs away, while turns her head and says with smile: “I will go!”
However, after no more than several paces, it seems that something bring to her mind. She runs back to the boy, with red cheeks, “Enh----” snatching the rose from his hand, without saying a word, runs away again.
Watching her silhouette in distance, the boy smiles…
I stand on the terrain, occasionally witnessing this scene of the prologue of love in the sunshine, and can not help giving a smile from my heart. I recall my own first love, which not make her debut from a bouquet of red rose hiding behind the back?
呵呵，不错，好浪漫的爱情故事！ 