18-year-old Tang often said: surname Tang, love sadness.

At the age of 28, Tang's signature was changed to: surname Tang, love loneliness.

He said, from sadness to loneliness. It took ten years; But from beginning to end, there is only regret and love.

The story begins with Eason Chan's Today next year.

In the summer of 2007, in an unknown small Internet cafe. At that time, QQ was not popular, and everyone played 5 1. She recommended him to listen to Eason Chan's Today next year. I have listened to this song for ten years.

In 2008, he sat behind her for a while. He likes her hair very much. It's straight and slightly yellow. Her arms are thin and long, like two vines climbing on the wall. He likes to watch her turn and hand him the test paper and exercise book. Her thin body always makes him want to protect. So, he prepared school uniforms, umbrellas and cold medicines, paper towels and even refills for her throughout the semester. She is a good mushroom who loves to learn. She listens to every class very carefully. She is used to putting aside reference answers when doing problems, saying that it can save time. So I borrow exercise books from him every time; Occasionally think of it as your own book and doodle on it. This is also a special gift for him.

She learns to draw on the fifth floor. He also attended several classes for her; But then I resigned. There always seems to be an invisible barrier between them; No matter how hard he tried, he still made no progress. So he chose to leave, but she insisted. Studied painting for two years; At his reckless and ignorant age.

He is in a science class, and she is in a liberal arts class next door. Two walls separated by stairs. But it's opposite Qianshan. During recess, she would cross the corridor to go to the bathroom. So every time after class, he would lean against the fence and watch her come out of the classroom and watch her work hard. After a long time, he almost summed up what she walked out of the classroom for every day. He will also whistle to beautiful girls in the past, but to her; Never just laugh.

One Friday after school, he blocked her at the school gate. Send her a collection of poems written in the composition book; She doesn't want it. But blushed. In physical education class's free time, she rides someone else's bike under the teaching building; She has always been timid and afraid of wrestling. So I always blush in front of him.

After graduation, she was admitted to a university in Chongqing. He stayed in Hunan; But I still remember her every birthday. Give her clothes for her twentieth birthday. She didn't say thank you or like it. But this is the first time he has spent two days and walked four blocks to pick out gifts. He has never paid so much attention to his clothes.

He finally gave up; Although I never said I liked her. He wrote a long poem in her name. Be on the cover of a famous magazine; He put the manuscript in a magazine and sent it to her school. However, she was too busy taking the CET-6 to read it carefully.

In the third year, he found the first girlfriend in his life. Not her, but as thin as her.

Later, I heard that she also has someone she likes. He has a second, third and fourth girlfriend.

In the seventh year of not seeing her, he heard the news that she was getting married. He used the money he had saved for three months to buy an original old Honda motorcycle and a plane ticket from Beijing to Hunan, and put the rest in a red envelope. It was his first time to fly, but he didn't show up on the wedding day; He said he was afraid of getting drunk.

Later, later, it was his lifelong regret.

One day in May this year, she told him that she was terminally ill. They talked until four in the morning that day.

She said that he sang "Today Next Year" very well. On the wedding day, my husband decided that the song book was "Wedding in My Dream"; She insisted on changing it to this piano music.

She said that she had a serious illness when she was a child. Malnutrition, so no matter how you eat, you won't get fat.

She said that when she was painting, she would stand by the fifth floor window and look forward to his appearance.

She said she was afraid of riding a bike too fast. Knowing that he has been watching; Afraid of losing face in front of him.

She said that she had worn that old dress for eight years; The middle button dropped twice.

She also said these words without really telling him. She wants to sleep with those poems with these secrets.

This is their longest and last conversation. Later, they no longer had contact. What he is most afraid of is that there is no response on the other end of the phone. He chose to travel around the world, from one strange place to another. He stopped writing poems, but wandered.

One day; I asked him what love was.

He replied: 18 years old sadness, after 28 years old faith.