In the early winter evening, the wind whispered through with a chill.
Dressed in a short black leather skirt and a high-waisted cotton coat with a black pattern between grays, a big red velvet scarf, and straightening her glasses, She began to hike every evening alone.
On the road, someone looked back at her: she was a little different from the women in the town, and she had an intellectually elegant temperament!
On the same route, goose yellow and pink chrysanthemums also quietly bloom on the side of the road, and the big trees on the left and the big trees on the right also stretch out their branches and leaves to the middle of the road, walking people and vehicles. The only difference is that the tall and handsome man will never meet the moon on this road again!
He was sent here by the unit to do a short job, tall, with a northern accent, and his facial features were clear and clean, just like the artist's carvings, and when he first saw this face, Xian Yue sighed darkly in his heart.
Xianyue had been working in the city, from one city to another, and the bus and subway units ran every day. She was used to such wandering and running, which also made her feel full. Only recently because of some physical health problems, coupled with the fact that my son who went to school is not in good health, did he return to his home on the street of the town to rest and take care of his son at any time.
The sun was warmer that day, and the wind was not cold. A few sisters from the neighboring family asked Xian Yue to come out to play small mahjong, blood war, the kind of mahjong game that won and lost up to thirty or forty yuan.
She is a woman who likes to be quiet, often walking alone, sitting alone reading books and listening to music, chasing dramas, dancing on the floor of the house, or brewing a cup of light tea to write a small essay to record the joy in her heart. But the neighbors liked her good temperament and liked to be with her, so she answered the neighbor's appointment.
The street is very long, and the streets are lined with paving, and the neighbors and sisters set up a square table in the sun-drenched dam in front of the shop, laid out the mahjong tablecloth and built the mahjong cards and began to play.
The pace of life at work is fast, there is no time and emotions to play. Xian Yue has not played mahjong for a long time, a little afraid of making mistakes, focusing on drawing cards, one round down, Xian Yue lost a piece of five. When giving money, he felt that there was a shadow blocking the sunlight in front of him, so he turned back: a strange man in his forties smiled and looked at the moon, his tall figure, full of black hair, impeccable facial features, clean and flawless skin, wisdom, maturity, and gentleness in his eyes and forehead, and a smile at the ends of his eyebrows.
Xian Yue looked at this strange and handsome face so sheepishly. The man laughed more strongly, and coldly asked Xian Yue: Do you think your mahjong is playing well? The northern dialect is full of magnetic sounds. In an instant, Xian Yue felt a little out of shape: how he had been looking at people, and felt that the other party had never met, so he had to answer with a smile. Neighbors chirped in dialects about where he came from, what work he had done in the town, and how he wandered the streets during work hours. He listened laboriously to the answer, and the company was stationed for a period of time to negotiate work with the cooperative unit, because the work was idle. He struggled to hear and understand the dialect, teasing the neighbors, and Xian Yue's face was also faintly smiling, but he did not speak.
Another warm day, the sunshine was just right. Xian Yue took a small flower hoe that could be used by small children, and weeded the loose soil of the potted flowers next to the front of the house. "Hello!" The accent of a magnetic northern man rings in the ears of the moon. Xian Yue looked up, responded with a polite smile, still busy serving her potted flowers. In the face of strange people of the opposite sex, The Moon is often calm and polite.
Men go a step further, "Women who like to plant flowers are very elegant"
"But they didn't plant well,"
Xian Yue politely responded in Mandarin, she was once an excellent and lovely kindergarten teacher, after switching to business logistics management, colleagues are from all over the world, so she has practiced fluent Mandarin.
The people in the town speak in a heavy voice, and the outsiders can't understand even half of them. Xian Yue chose to respond in Mandarin, also so that he could understand what she said.
"Your voice is good!" The man looked down at the petite Moon, his face full of admiration.
Xian Yue thought of the gaffe at first, did not dare to look at the man's expression, continued to bury his head in the potted flowers to weed, smiled and responded: "Where is the good sound, it is clear that you can't understand the dialect spoken by the people here, but you can understand my Mandarin." Besides, I am also the voice of an old man! There was a mischievous expression on Xianyue's face in his words.
"You don't look about my age."
The man wanted to reach out and help Xian Yue put the weeds in the garbage bag, and Xian Yue took over, and at the same time diverged from the topic, asking about the man's hometown and children, talking about the difference between the northern women and the southwest women, and their respective jobs, during which The String Moon has been using a beautiful and pleasant Mandarin. Men also lose no time in helping the moon. They had a light talk and were happy. The man looks at the string moon from time to time, and the voice of the string moon is like a wisp of gentle clouds, gently floating into the landscape and countryside in the man's heart, and there are dew drops everywhere in the cloud yarn, which moisturizes the mood of a lonely foreign country!
Xian Yue has not been so alone with a handsome and decent opposite sex for a long time, every day is work, children, the elderly, money, even though marriage has made Xian Yue feel pain to breathe, but the pressure of life is great, and even more pressure on Xian Yue has no time to think about Lang's concubine!
In The heart of the string moon, there was a trace of long-lost emotion, that night, the string moon slept very soundly.
From then on, the Moon would meet him on the road full of chrysanthemums on the way to walk every evening, and their unit happened to be on this road. They would smile at each other and nod hello, then hurried away.
It rained all day, and in the evening, it was still flying sporadically; the road was too wet, and The moon did not want to go out tonight, but she felt that she had not been active after dinner, so in the dam in front of the street, she played mobile phone music in a low voice, dancing with the rhythm of the music, and the red scarf also danced with the rhythm and posture.
When She was a kindergarten teacher, she danced very well, but later changed her profession and rarely had the opportunity to dance. She used to be an excellent and lovely kindergarten teacher, and she could play chess and calligraphy.
However, The Moon does not like the casual and monotonous nature of square dancing.
The moon was immersed in the music and danced lightly.
"You danced so beautifully!"
Under the big tree on the right side of the street, suddenly stepped out of a tall figure, a northern accent, a handsome face, and a smile between the eyebrows!
Xian Yue was a little shocked, she didn't know when he walked under the tree, nor did she know how long he watched him jump, originally to make up for the regret of not being able to go out for a walk tonight, but she was unexpectedly seen by him.
He took another step forward and went straight to the front of the crescent moon, looking down at the crescent moon (he was tall, more than one meter and eight meters, while the crescent moon was only one meter and five tall, and he had to look down to look at her) and looked at the moon.
Xian Yue once again thought about the gaffe when she first saw it, did not dare to look up and respond with her eyes, she could only bow her head, the soft and soft hair spread out on her shoulders, her white face flew up two red clouds due to embarrassment, and under the background of the light reflected in the street window and the red scarf on her chest, it was even more hazy and moving! Although, this woman's face is no longer young!
"You are very connotative, very intellectual, very gentle, I like you!" Would it be nice to leave a number for us to make a friend? He kept looking at her, lowered his head again, and looked with sincere eyes at The white and gentle face of The Moon with glasses.
suddenly! accidentally! The moon has a blank space in the brain when it is electrocuted.
When a small raindrop drifted into the eyes of the string moon, the coolness of the raindrops finally aroused the consciousness of the string moon. She sorted out the red scarf on her chest in her hand, smiled, and bowed her head in response: "Seeing the smile, I am just moving my muscles and bones; no need to leave a phone, we are still good friends!" The sound was as light as a flower petal falling into his ears.
"Is it okay to make a phone call?" He didn't say much more, but the volume was a little higher, and there were people passing by looking at them;
His eyes overflowed with sincerity and gentleness.
A cold wind blew through, Xian Yue felt some chills, unconsciously put her hands on her shoulders, at this time Xian Yue found that in order to exercise lightly, she wore only a thin black tight sweater with a V neckline, and her still somewhat curved figure was under his gaze.
Fortunately, the eyes that looked at him were not adulterous!
Two red clouds flew up again on the cheeks of The Moon, turned his head to look down at the people who were looking at them, and said in an urgent tone: "It's so cold, you go back to rest, I should go in and add clothes too!" Xian Yue rubbed her hands and stomped her feet and ran into the door quickly, closed the door, turned off the lights, and quickly hid at the stairs to make herself as quiet as possible. After a long time, he looked at the door of the house facing the street: He was gone?
Go upstairs, turn on the lights, and close the heavy curtains.
Xian Yue has met more excellent male leaders and colleagues and friends in work and life, get along for a long time, they will also laugh and laugh and joke with her, Xian Yue thinks that she is an old woman in her forties, and there will be no opposite sex to take her seriously, so among these male leaders male colleagues or friends, Xian Yue is always calm and self-assured.
But tonight... Xian Yue recalled the scene just now, like a dream!
Dream.
When the weather is good, Xianyue will still go hiking in the evening, and will also meet him on the way with chrysanthemums, or will smile and say hello to each other and then hurry away.
However, when it rains, The Moon no longer dances in the dam facing the street, afraid of his appearance and the look back of passers-by in the town.
The wind is light and the waves are no longer.
After returning from this night's walk, preparing to wash up, I found that the toothpaste was gone, and I went downstairs to open the door, ready to go to the supermarket on the left near home to buy toothpaste, this street has no street lights, and I go forward by the lights in people's windows.
"Hello!"
Pleasant male voice, northern accent, tall figure. It's him! Xian Yue didn't expect him to appear here at this time! She stopped and looked at him doubtfully: after so long, Xian Yue finally looked at this mature, gentle and handsome face again.
"The work that belongs to me here in our company is over for the time being, and tomorrow I will leave," he said as he walked into the moon, looking down, with a somewhat anxious expression on his face: "Will you leave me your phone number?"
Thinking that the wind was light, but the waves rose again, he asked her for her phone number again!
Moon is surprised!
Immediately, he smiled: "Oh to leave, I wish you good luck along the way, the phone will not have to stay, if there is a chance, we will meet again." The tone is full of gentleness, or, not wanting to hurt the heart that is about to become a departed person.
"Leave me a number, I'm not a bad person!" He approached her again and looked down at her.
Xian Yue heard his eager breathing, and also saw the anxiety and longing in his eyes, feeling that he could not bear it and had no reason to escape!
"Well, you give me your number."
After hesitating, Zhenyue finally compromised and agreed to write down his phone number. Under his gaze, he carefully wrote down his phone number, finished, and looked at him with a smile: "I am empty and add your WeChat is."
This is also the best answer for him, at least Zhenyue agreed to stay and remember his phone number!
Wishing good luck all the way again, the last sentence, going back to rest early, he meekly responded, laughing and leaving in the dim light.
The moon silently looked at the tall back under the tree and went farther, and the wind of early winter stirred up the mind of the moon.
Every evening after that, The Moon would still go hiking, passing the trees on the left or on the right, or passing through the road full of chrysanthemums, but her heart was full of a sense of loss.
Xian Yue wrote down his phone number in the phone book, did not dial it, and did not add his WeChat.
Or, don't bother, that's the best respect for this encounter!
Winter
Sometimes the sun is just right,
Sometimes it rains.