Where is the love

In a very far away place, there is one guy, good-looking, home, car, credit card, and a girl who likes him. Unfortunately, he does not like that girl.
Many years ago, he had nothing, no house, no car, no money, no reputation, no one respected. But he has one thing that makes him prouder than all, it's a girl who loves him sincerely, ready because he sacrificed everything.
Suddenly, he roamed the internet to a radio station, just as there were two more boys and a girl, the topic of which was the affair. It was as if he had given him the opportunity to be meticulously revisit the beautiful past when he was happy, there is a queer, and there are people he loves.
So, eight years ago, he was just a young man who had just graduated, unprofessional, moneyless, unrelated, with only old parents in a small village outside the city. He then met the girl of his life, a young teacher sent to teach in his elementary school. University life in the lavish metropolis he had met many beautiful people, but strangely, little girl with knee-length skirt, long hair bobbing, gentle smile and glittering eyes. attracted him to strange. That pure beauty made him want to protect her.
Then he and she also love each other. With all his sincerity finally shook her. They soon became the most beautiful couple in the countryside at the time. He passed her to school every day, every morning she cooked him a piece of love rice. Then one day, he found a job. The work that he longed for, in a lush city, the people he admired, all made his youthful aspirations suddenly burned.
He asked his family and loved ones to work in the city. Everyone agrees, and everyone else is clearly proud of him. On leaving, he gave her a jasmine, and a diary. When he left, he was young, he left, he fell in love with her, the day he left, he was 23 years old.
The boys in the city work day and night, using the force of youth work very hard. Three efforts, his own efforts to complete all ten parts. Every day 7 hours he came to the company to see the documentary, every night to wake up to three cock crows to plan. People joke that he is the same iron skin, steel steel do not enter. But who knows, deep inside him, small heart still smiled every day because of misses. Remember your elderly parents, miss your lover, remember countryside full of rice paddy smell.
Any effort is paid off. After four years of hard work, he was eventually promoted, finally able to buy a mortgage, he was able to give her a home. But that was not enough, he wanted to give her a beautiful wedding. He listened to his mother saying that all the girls of his age who were in the village were married, only to have her only one night in bed, waiting for him to return. That made him feel guilty, and he wanted to make up for her, he wanted to give her all the best in the world, the most expensive wedding ring, the most beautiful wedding dress, the most solemn ceremony, the throne the most spacious house, and a love and warmth of the fullest but to get that, he has to work harder. Years later, he was like a madman on the job. Continuously overtime, continued to drink alcohol, continued to drink alcohol, continuous stomachache to faint, continuous hospitalization, repeatedly died live. If someone asks him what he is doing, he will immediately reply without thinking, it is the purebred smile of his beloved, and he wants to protect himself that smile. forever. You have to have everything, to protect the person you want to protect. Any boy who suspects, when he gets everything, loses her, whom he loved most. The day he honored her return home is also her wedding day, become the bride of the other.
On that day, the wind was blowing lightly, the sun was shining, the house was still hanging from the wall, the children were still singing, the straw smelled of burning fire, on the bed was a diary filled with " miss you". The street is empty car engine sounds, singing and footsteps pounding
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By the shadow of the car, disappearing, only to sing back to sing the "special fate is very special." "I'm struggling to make money like that, all because I want to give you a happy home, look back, who is lost, and I do not have anything.I actually do not blame her. It's me, it's because I'm wasting her spring, causing her to lose eight years of innocence waiting for someone like me. She wants me not to be the most expensive wedding ring or the best wedding dress, she just needs me, she just needs me next to me. If I change, is I going to sacrifice eight years to wait for her? If it turns out to be me, I will feel If it turns out to be me, will I still love her when she is indifferent? If it turns out to be me, I do not dare to sacrifice eight years, will also suffer hate her. " If it was me, how many times have you used it in your life? If it was me, how many times have you put yourself in the position of others that think? If it is me, if you are really, can you resent her, or him, or yourself? Unfortunately, people still remain powerless because of the four words "body of discord".