Classroom)
“Finished writing?”
“Not yet.”
“Hurry up, they've all gone home, you pig.”
“Almost done, almost done, just one more minute.”
The boy looked up and smiled, watching the girl's anxious expression foolishly.
But in his heart, the boy was thinking, great, it worked again...
(Girl's home)
“Still not ready? Why are you girls always so slow getting ready!”
“Have a little patience, okay? You're still a man.”
“I'm afraid if I wait any longer, I'll turn into an old man. Isn't that too pitiful for you?”
“Alright, alright, stop talking, one more minute.”
The boy turned around, pretending to think deeply.
“Without dressing up, are you a dinosaur?”
“Who are you talking about?”
Just as she finished speaking, an eyebrow pencil hit the boy's head dead-on.
“Perfect aim. Luckily she was doing makeup. If she was cooking instead…” The boy stuck out his tongue.
(Intersection)
“How do you like that outfit just now?”
“Not so good.”
“Are you thinking it's too expensive and don't want to buy it for me?”
The boy looked at the girl and said seriously, “How did you know? So smart.”
“Cheapskate!”
After saying that, the girl walked on ahead.
As soon as they entered another store, the boy said, “I'll go make a call.”
“Don't even think about running away.”
“No, just one minute.”
...
The boy appeared in front of the girl, out of breath.
The girl checked her watch: “Pretty punctual, huh? Let's go look somewhere else.”
“Here, let's go home.”
“What?”
“Isn't this what you like?”
“Who said I like it? You wanted to buy it yourself. Rare for you to be this generous, let's keep shopping.”
“Oh my god!” The boy wanted to cry but laughed, yet his heart was full of sweetness.
(Under the overpass)
“Let's break up.”
...
“Let's break up.”
...
“You speak!”
“Why?” The boy shouted.
“Because…”
“Because of me?”
“Yes. Because you don't deserve to love me. My mom was right, given my conditions, I can find someone better.”
The boy didn't speak, and the girl also fell silent.After a long time, almost simultaneously, the two walked in opposite directions. The boy's eyes were full of tears, but in his heart was hatred, a hatred born from extreme love. Yet the boy did not know, did not know that the girl's heart hurt even more than his, because there was no hatred in her heart.
...
(Hospital)
"Why, why didn't you tell me, why?" the boy asked, crying.
The girl opened her still beautiful eyes and softly said, "Because of love! How silly."
The boy stopped asking and just gently touched her head.
After a long silence, the girl stretched out her pale hand and said, "Hold me, okay?"
"But the doctor said you need to rest."
"Hold me, just for one minute. Just one minute, okay?"
"Okay." The boy wiped away his tears and smiled as he embraced the girl.
The girl nestled in the boy's arms, smiling, continuously saying, "One minute. I just need one minute."
...
(Funeral)
Everyone gradually dispersed: those who truly loved her, those who were not very familiar, even those who were insincere.
Only the boy remained standing there, looking at the girl's photo, thinking about all her moments in life.
A friend said, "Let's go too."
"Wait a little longer, give me some time, just one minute, one minute." ...
