How to write a summer love letter that a girl can't refuse

what is contentment-- dogs licking ice cream, fish running on land, elephants jumping rubber bands happily in the heat of summer, and I finally got your hand.

this is the last sentence of the love poem I wrote to you while eating ice cream yesterday, and this is the fourth love letter I have been returned from you.

although the diary, prose, autobiography, and poetry of the previous letters have all been lost.

but I don't think you're teasing me. Maybe you're just testing me because of an editor's professional habits. I know you have feelings for me. You just want to see a touching love letter that can break into the deepest part of your heart and make you have to pick it up in your indifference.

you imply that you don't like those hypocritical writing forms. You only like reading novels. If I love you, then write the most sincere novel on the love letter that you can't refuse.

so I continued to eat ice cream tonight, and when cream and inspiration splashed everywhere, I immediately began to weave this touching story on the love letter, which beautified our slightly insipid encounter and the future that I longed for both of us. But I'm not sure whether you can participate in this wonderful story in the end,

because it all depends on whether you finish reading and reject this last love letter.

all stories have a beginning, but not all beginnings become one story.

this begins on Sinan Road, a leafy Chinese parasol tree in summer. The pink exterior wall is decorated with the name "Sayuri" ice cream shop.

on Saturday morning, laziness was the most respected norm in the city, everything had not yet awakened, and the girl was still sleeping quietly in Fitzgerald's gentle Night, which she had read all night.

maybe God especially likes to give those careless, heartless, optimistic lovers the skill of magically avoiding the constant emergence of lovers in life. Although this cheerful girl with single eyelids can not be said to be very beautiful, her natural short hair lies in her fresh, clean, and pure temperament. It's just that every time I think that I haven't had a good love since I was 26 years old, I still give a faint sigh to myself in the mirror when I get up and brush my teeth.

10:30, the girl woke up from the cold and hypocritical world in the meekness of the Night. She jumped out of bed, washed, put on makeup, and ate breakfast at the speed of the second hand because she had to arrive at the ice cream shop where she had been working for three days before 11:00.

Today, who has been without makeup, she began to try to put on false eyelashes and eye makeup on the third day, because her best friend said that women who do not know how to dress up do not deserve to be spoiled by men.

after she finally finished the complicated "eye makeup" of one eye, she couldn't stick the false eyelashes of the other eye.

the cell phone suddenly rang. It was the gossip best friend who taught her to dress up. Regardless of other people's schedules, she began to talk about the boss's open marriage in a leisurely mood of drinking afternoon tea, and the two let each other have an affair.

the girl listened impatiently for a while. As soon as she looked at the time, it was already 10: 45.

after quietly interrupting her best friend, she hung up the phone and hurried out by bike, but luckily the ice cream shop was not far from her old rented apartment.

on the cycling road, she wondered why pedestrians today had been looking at her inexplicably, accompanied by a sneering laugh.

when I came to the ice cream shop's dressing room, I found that I had just gone out with a false eyelash, one eye was like a peacock, and the other was like a newborn kitten that had not opened its eyes. One big and one small appeared on a funny face at the same time, and she couldn't help laughing herself.

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trying to make up the other eye, she found that she didn't even bring a makeup box. Well, you made a fool of me today, and my fate with your troublesome false eyelashes came to an end, and she secretly made up her mind.

she just bravely ripped off the false eyelash and went back to battle with the most familiar no-makeup. Her pink and white skin made her self-confidence come back immediately. She arranged her uniform, smiled again, came to the door, took a deep breath, and opened the door neatly.

11:00, the boy woke up with a hangover from a party for the second anniversary of the food magazine at the Bund Source Muse Bar last night.

although I was dazed and unconscious at night last night, after a few drinks, I thought of my unforgettable old lover. In the dream, I began to recall those who began to study because their old lovers liked to eat western dim sum, and then slowly became a senior pastry chef in a five-star hotel, and completely bid farewell to the west point because of an unpleasant breakup with her, and became a gourmet magazine editor. The pain of not making a cake for anyone.

however, the optimist woke up a long time ago, and the boy stretched himself, woke up hard, and went to the bathroom to shave off the new dregs of his melancholy beard from last night's Rest.

after tidying up himself, he jerked open the living room curtains to let the sun in, put on a brisk "minuet" and ate avocado egg sandwiches.

because the boy understands that the state of the strong is to go to sleep melancholy every night and wake up lively every morning.

however, to completely solve the hangover drowsiness, it is not enough to have a good state of mind, but also need a unique recipe that is most suitable for you.

and the secret recipe is the pink ice cream shop called "Sayuri" on Sinan Road, where ice cream made from lilies is his tried-and-tested antidote.

the weather is getting hotter and hotter, and saliva is already urging him to eat Sayuri's ice cream right away.

he put on a white T with watermelon pattern and light blue casual trousers, hurriedly put on the lazy man's canvas shoes at the shoe cabinet, and went out.

the boy pushed the door open and the girl with short hair greeted her gently. Cross the wall of his heart with a sound.

the summer breeze boy who slipped in while opening the door accidentally smelled the faint fragrance of lilies on the girl.

he still ordered lily-flavored ice cream today as usual.

when I finished ordering and looking around for a seat, I found that the girl at the counter had been staring at his feet.

it turned out that he had just come out in such a hurry, coupled with the drowsiness of a hangover, wearing a white canvas shoe with a tiger head pattern on his left foot and a blue canvas shoe with a dragon pattern on his right foot. He scratched the back of his head and complained that he was really in a different fashion today.

the boy smiled at the girl and sat calmly in a window seat, pulling up his legs, revealing two shoes with different patterns, and gorging on ice cream.

the girl thought the boy was free, easy, and cute, and she had a silly tacit understanding with only one false eyelash this morning.

after eating the ice cream, the boy got up and went to the counter. He walked slowly on purpose and wanted to take a closer look at the girl.

it's so hot. The boy said that when he got close, he found that he dared not look the girl in the eye at all.

Yes. The girl's voice was clear and gentle.

give me another chocolate ice cream. The boy said.

would you like to add some fruit? The girl asked.

No, I like the original, the purest one. The boy said. He plucked up his courage and took a closer look at the girl.

the boy found that the smile of the girl with single eyelids was particularly innocent, without a trace of the camouflage of social sophistication. The bright and kind smile reminded him of his happiest childhood.

on Sunday, the boy couldn't help coming to the store early in the morning.

jingle bell. As I was writing at my desk, I noticed that the phone rang abruptly. I put down my pen, knocked over the half-drunk yogurt, and went to answer the phone as hastily as the police.

it's the landlord, saying that the rent is going up again, and there's nothing he can do about it.

the lease of the house was signed before I resigned. It's a short-term lease. I said you can't go up every few months. I can't afford it.

he said it was very simple, so don't rent it, cheaper houses are waiting for people like me. I slapped off the phone.

such a person? I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, with messy hair, a sloppy beard, and an old T-shirt dripping with yellow curry sauce. Oh, someone like me who can't see the future at all?

I went back to my desk. Meow, the cat at home is hungry, walking around my feet. Mimi, it's a good thing you've been with me for so many years.

the temperature rose a lot on Sunday, and the sun finally got angry. The boy's hair was slightly wet when he came to the ice cream shop. After ordering, I held the ice cream cone in my hand, only to find that I had accidentally added an ice cream ball.

he looked back at the girl. The girl's white skin was slightly red, and her eyes were as smart as a bunny to look elsewhere, not daring to look the boy in the eye.

the boy feels warm in his heart. Today's lily-flavored ice cream doesn't seem to be very bitter, and every bite is as sweet as honey.

the girl watched the boy sweat and deliberately turn down the temperature of the air conditioner.

there are not many guests on Sunday morning. in this pink space, there is a strong and shy ambiguity between two people.

the girl has been going back and forth indoors and outdoors because she has to decorate the vines and flowers in front of the store.

now she has become a lively bunny all the time. The boy said he wanted to help, but the girl said that in case the boss came and saw the guests busy together, she would think her Slack Off.

it's too hot outside, but the temperature of the air conditioner in the store is very low. the sweat that the girl has just dripped down her short hair is evaporated by the cool inside before it falls to the ground.

with such frequent hot and cold alternations, the girl caught a cold the next day. She didn't come to the ice cream shop for several days in a row, and the landlady under 40 looked at the shop herself.

the boy didn't have a girl's cell phone, but he just heard from the landlady that she was ill and could not offer her condolences, so he could only come to the ice cream shop after work every day, hoping to see the girl's charming smile as soon as he looked up.

on the fourth day, the girl finally got over her cold and came to the store again.

finally waiting for the girl, the boy came forward as usual to force the order, but with each step, his heart seemed to fly out.

when the order was over, he gave the bag in his hand to the girl and said hesitatingly, this is what the guest next door forgot to take with him just now.

the girl opened the bag and was moved to see all kinds of cold medicine and all kinds of fresh fruit.

she walked out of the counter with the bag and mischievously said to the boy, since it is someone else's, you must give it back. Please take a look at the store and I'll chase it out to the guests.

No, the boy took the girl's hand for the first time and touched it as if he had eaten the best ice cream in the world for the first time in his life.

jingle bell, the doorbell rang gruffly. It was the aunt who had just returned from dancing in the neighborhood square.

she complains that the music I play while writing is too noisy, and now she needs to rest. I said this is melodious opera, not loud rock music. She said it sounded like a sad woman crying. She doesn't like it. She knew I was writing a novel and was always complaining about why I had to quit my good job and that I couldn't live a good life like this. I angrily said to her that the novel is my real life, and the reality is just the place where I rest.

I knew I was running away and understood my aunt's kindness. I closed the door and went back to my desk. I was in a daze for the ending of the novel. Let's stop here for today.

I looked around, took out an ice cream cone from the fridge, ate it, and looked at the wall. The only bright Van Gogh prints "Sunflower" in the whole room, I think, my life can still bring me a little hope of sunflowers-why she has always rejected my love letters, obviously always have a good feeling for me? Perhaps I am shameless, I simply do not have the financial ability to afford a happy life for two people, but I still have the face to express my love? But doesn't love overcome everything? Or am I too naive?

and look at the sofa on the windowsill. Mimi is lying there motionless all day. Is something wrong? Maybe it's just because of age. In terms of people's age, Mimi is very old.

the boy came to the store to pick up the girl. It was their first date.

the girl is picking up freshly dried lily petals in the small yard at the back door of the store.

the weather in summer changes in the twinkling of an eye, and the sun, which was hot just now, became cloudy in an instant.

A sudden gust of wind blew up all the lily petals in the girl's basket, and the girl was surrounded by the petals, almost like a fairy in the flowers.

all this is seen in the eyes of the boy.

A petal was blown up by the strong wind, and the girl jumped up and couldn't grasp it. She only saw a big hand gently holding the petals bouncing like a bird and handed them to the girl.

is the boy's big hand, the girl feels suddenly has the warm support in her life.

the boy smiled and helped the girl pick up the petals.

at this point, I stopped my pen at my desk, because I found that the cat I had had for many years was missing. When I was writing, I always liked to jump on the desk or windowsill, like a teacher and a friend looking at me, as if to say to me, No Slack Off! Now I've looked all over the house and the neighborhood, and I haven't found any sign of it at all. is it wandering outside the bigger world?

on the second, third, and fourth day, it didn't come back. I couldn't help thinking that when the cat was dying, it would leave home and hide quietly in a place not to let the owner find out, lest the owner is sad.

at the end of the story, the boy took a big bouquet of lilies to the girl's birthday party.

he started making a cake for the girl again that he hadn't touched for years. After eating the first layer of a carefully painted lily cake, the girl found that there was a heart made of strawberry jam hidden in the second layer.

the girl put the cake in front of the boy's mouth and said, this is for you. Now, I'm going to keep my heart for you.

Let me eat it? So terrible. The boy opened his mouth and pretended to be scared.

when the girl saw that the boy was indecent and fooled the child, she immediately put cream on the tip of the boy's nose.

not to be outdone, the boy gently dabbed cream on the girl's smiling face.

like an 8-year-old, the two had a lot of fun.

the boy hugged the girl and said solemnly, believe me, I will take good care of your heart because the guardianship period is a lifetime.

the girl felt that her silly tenacity and dedication to love for so many years had finally been rewarded, and choked up and said, Thank you.

the boy shook his head, held the girl's hand, and said, "I want to thank you. Thank you for saving yourself so well that I still have a chance to hold you in the palm of my hand when I am late."

suddenly, a kitten sprang out of nowhere, as if it had just come to their feet after a fierce battle, lying down on Rest, tired and at ease, as if it had finally found its new home.

the girl said I like this cat so much.

the boy seizes the opportunity, so let's keep it together.

this is the end of the story, and finally, I sent her this love letter full of novels.

reality is not over. Today, a year later, I find this love letter that you returned to me after we broke up.

it was this beautiful summer story that made it the last touching love letter you can't refuse.

Yes, we are together, but so what?

Why is it that everyone in the story always has a happy ending, but real life is so difficult, so difficult?

Hi, how are you? I know you can't see, but I want to tell you.

leave the sweetest piece of watermelon to you, shake a paper fan to see your short hair flying, a lovely bag bitten by mosquitoes on your calf, run with my shirt in the unexpected rainstorm, a small but happy you, I can't finish my ice cream cone, hold hands in the uninhabited streets blown by the summer wind, and boldly kiss on the crowded seaside, these summer memories with you are always there. But you're not here anymore.

so this summer, I wrote the real conclusion at the end of this love letter. The white shirt was swayed a little by the wind, and I didn't know where to hide it. The girl who was clamoring for ice cream had gone to sleep quietly. The watermelon finally lost its initial sweetness. It seemed that the night could no longer sleep naked without scruples, and the thin quilt gently covered the belly button. Suddenly a cold wind came in from the window, and this summer was about to pass.

at night, I accidentally had a dream that I went out for a walk as usual and unwittingly walked into the familiar ice cream shop, and the girl kept smiling at me.

I asked her to buy lily-flavored ice cream, and she just said it was sold out.

she said that from tomorrow, the store will be redecorated, changed into a flower shop, and will no longer buy ice cream.

she accidentally took out a large bunch of sunflowers. Tell me to cheer up.

I said thank you and closed the door. The whole street outside was dark, but a faint light seemed to be waiting for me to pass.

by the bright light, I found a small card on the flower that said,

if you are shivering in the indifference of reality, then you might as well come and hide in my warm dream.