After a short time, she had managed to get Judy's attention. First, they are constantly under surveillance, then they get in their way, they put intermediaries and want to meet.
How beautiful life was, Judy said, that's what happiness was like… They also said that there is no such thing as love. If there is no love, what was this thing that he lived? When her mother died in childbirth, her father also hugged her tightly and did her best to get a good education. Judy was saying, "I'll never marry dad, I won't leave you alone."
No matter how much his father said that your school is over, you took your job, get married so that I can see your death, this is fate, but when he passed away as a result of a heart attack before he could see his death, he started to shoulder his life alone.
Judy was dedicated to her profession, devoted her life to her students, and open to learning and teaching. Their house was theirs, she. It didn't matter about rent. It didn't cost him a single life. Since he felt very lonely after his father died, he started to give free lessons on weekends to the children of the neighborhood. He still had a lot of time left. She didn't like to spend time in cafes and cinemas like her other friends. She signed up for a course. He had a passion for playing the guitar since he was a child. However, he was never able to realize this ideal. Now it's time to make your dreams come true, to discuss what they wanted to do but could not do one by one.
What happened after I enrolled in the instrument course. With a mysterious hand leaving poems and roses in his guitar bag, just like a high school teenager. Judy was happy inside. It was nice to have someone take care of him.
One weekend, she wanted to go out to the garden and get some air during the class break on the day of her music education. It started to drizzle, she. She noticed a pair of green eyes staring at her at that time. Was this the man who left roses in the guitar case and wrote poems? He had no idea about it. Only her eyes seemed to say to Judy, "yeah, that's me". She was thinking, if this is the mystery man, then here I am, why doesn't she come to me, why doesn't she talk to me. He would have at least nodded. Then he was suddenly confused, getting angry with himself, passing it off that maybe one of his classmates was joking.
The days followed each other, and he was going to get in his car after school on weekdays and return home when he remembered that there was nothing to eat at home. He left his car in the parking lot of the shopping center on the road, thinking that he would at least boil some pasta. Judy walked into one of the large grocery stores on the ground floor. Crackling sounds while walking around the market. When she turned her head to the direction of the sound, it was the hasty steps that dragged the shopping cart from here to there, whose face she could not see clearly, caught her attention. A man kept raising his left arm up to his torso and looking at the clock. He was obviously in a hurry.
She went to the cash register, and she wanted to finish her work as soon as possible and go home to rest. The cashiers were quite crowded. She chose the most suitable place and got in line. Two rows in front of her, the blonde-haired woman was passing her purchases through the conveyor belt. A thud behind her as Judy calmly waits. What do you see when you turn around? He couldn't believe his eyes, he almost swallowed his little tongue in surprise. However, she did not show this surprise and excitement. She frowned slightly, giving him an apologetic look. But the man, far from apologizing, "ma'am, it's a very urgent matter, would you please give me your turn"? she said. Judy's shopping cart contained a packet of pasta, a few pretzels, a yogurt, and a chocolate bar. The man, on the other hand, had loaded the whole market as if he had put it in the car. I'm not going to give you my turn, gentleman, with an angry expression on Judy's face; I didn't cram a pasta or chocolate into the shopping cart like you did. Please, wait.
The man looked at the clock again, then into Judy's eyes. Judy was very excited. He knew these eyes, these eyes. They paid for what they bought and exchanged glances with the man once more out of the corner of their eye. It was the man in the instrument class. It was the first time they had met in a different setting, and it hadn't made a good impression on Judy.
