Her name is Rose and I have been in love with her for as long as I can remember, in my boyish secret ways.

I had been the poorest student in my class for as long as economic conditions were concerned. I never could recall a single day in my school life when I went to attend my lessons looking all shines, feeling gay as a lark; my father, working hard as a sweating donkey, could never afford to buy me a Changjiang No. Seven, with which I could show off to my peers, just so building up my dignity; all my childhood I have never been to the McDonald’s to have a taste of the happy set for kids, not to talk about “Everytime a good time”. No Disneyland, no transformers, no nice shirts, no pocket money, all that I wanna get, I fail to have.

I had been the dirtiest kid in my class for always there were toils before and after school in the field. I had been the timidest boy in my class for always I just stood by when all other kids shared their travels, their balls, their toys or their other trendy topics. I might have even appeared the dumbest student in my class for always I could not get connected with all the information about computers, mobiles, CDs, or even telephones, OH My Gosh!

Were I born to suffer?

And I, I had fallen in love with her the moment I first laid eyes on her. For always she was wearing the prettiest clothes, smiling the sweetest smiles, talking the the most lovely tones, walking on the most joyous steps—And I, I made my confession, but Rose hurt me deep, “I don’t want a humble husband. And even if when all else fails, I still don’t wanna lead a peasant’s life.”

Rose always had an endless stream of admirers—there’d been guys always sending in the flowers, women-killers inviting her to balls, fools putting on the clownish looks just to make her smile.

She had never ever looked my way.

She had taken it that I don’t even exist.

In tears I had come to understand I gotta Get Rich, just so I could marry Rose. Thus, after work in the field I was with the books, I slept less just so I could find time to read more, I previewed and reviewed my lessons, I couldn’t care less of being called a nuisance enquiring the teachers all that I did not understand, I hit the books deep into the night, I endeavored to grasp all knowledges at once…I had climbed to be the top student in my class, then my school, then my county, and then I entered the most prestigious University in China where I majored in surgery.

All through the years I was growing up, I had been torn many, many times between the fragility of soul of giving up on it all and the persistence of mind of holding on to what I hungered for.

And now Rose needs me, I have gotten on the cab and am on my way, please wait for me.

To be continued

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