Original short story (meet 100% girls)

(Written in front: This novel was written four years ago, around my sophomore year.) Since I was a fan of Haruki Murakami, I also wrote a new inspiration after reading Murakami's short story of the same name, and the brushstrokes were immature. But looking back now, it seems that I can't write about the feeling and level at that time. At that time, I wrote two or three novels to publish, but I have not found a good platform, I do not like online novels, personally prefer to read historical geography serious literature, etc., an architectural worker. Now suddenly I want to send today's headlines to try it, just give it a shot. ）

（1）

The train has left.

The taxi was stuck in traffic on the road, and I looked at my watch, just after three o'clock.

Supposedly I should have arrived at the station earlier. Unfortunately, when I arrived at the school gate, I found that I had forgotten something, so I panicked and turned back to the student apartment to get something. I wanted to take the subway to the station, but I thought it would be faster to take a taxi. I waited for the high speed to regret it. The vehicles in front of me were densely packed, piercing my eyes like the hairs of a brush.

The driver was fifty or so, his thick, tanned arms gripping the steering wheel, almost motionless. He sighed, and could be seen in the rearview mirror that he had his eyebrows furrowed.

The car moved slowly forward less than a hundred meters.

"The train should not be able to catch up, right?" The driver spoke to me.

"The time has passed. Only one more nearest ticket can be bought. ”

"Today is the weekend, and the highway is very congested. You might as well take the subway, it's twenty minutes away. ”

I leaned back without speaking, then moved my gaze to the left window.

"You're a college student, right?"

"Yes."

It was as if a drop of rain had fallen on the window of the car. Just a drop began, and the rain, like a necklace with a broken thread, began to lash out the window. I didn't expect it to rain, I knew it was good to bring an umbrella, and my heart cried bitterly.

The driver seemed to be muttering something, and I ignored him, just looking out the window at the fading world.

（2）

It was almost four o'clock when I got to the station. Although the rain was dense, it was very fine. I couldn't take care of my clothes at all, and dragged my suitcase to the ticket gate, the wheels making unpleasant noises. In addition, it is mixed with the mournful sound of rain. The nearest train arrived at nine o'clock, and I cried bitterly again.

The station gate was crowded with people coming and going, and all kinds of sounds mixed with raindrops entered my ears. The mood is nothing but helplessness.

There happens to be a fast food restaurant at the drop-off place, and I want to go there and wait for a while, have dinner, and then go to the waiting room. When I first arrived at the fast food restaurant and sat down, the old clock in the square in front of the station struck four o'clock. I ordered a cup of coffee first, pondering dejectedly how to spend the next five hours or so. By the way, call home first and tell me about the missed car.

After the phone call, I opened my suitcase and pulled out a novel to read. However, at this time, the mood could not be calmed, and the plot of the book I happened to see was very similar to what happened to me. It's a disaster. So I put the book down.

Novel-style Déjà vu.

I was sitting directly opposite the window, opposite the train station. As the night grew darker, the headlights on the road became magical through the windows, as if to mask the sound of the night. The words of those around me no longer reach my ears. I looked at the unique scenery in the rain and was not in the same bad mood as it had been at the beginning. After a while, the street lights were on, the sky was dark, and the rain fell from nowhere, out of control.

（3）

After eating, I pushed my suitcase back to the waiting room, back to a somewhat strange and noisy world. The house was already overcrowded, and there were many people in the aisles. I found a more remote place to stand and put my backpack on my suitcase.

There are so many people. Thinking about it, I began to wonder where they were all going, and naturally it was futile to do so. I couldn't guess their destination, and even if I did, it was just an emotionless place name, and their lives were like black skies that I couldn't know. There were still people coming and going, and with a glimmer of hope that there might be empty seats, I scanned the rows of seats in front of me. All the people in the seats were sleepy-eyed, and some even put their luggage on the seat next to them and pretended to sleep.

The gaze stopped at the next girl in a certain row. No, the sight did not stop on her normally, but rather the eyes suddenly caught her, and the person before her gradually lost its color and became only synonymous with sleep.

She braced herself with her left hand and closed her eyes. The girl wasn't sleeping, I could tell. She felt like she was thinking with her eyes closed, and a few strands of black hair brushed behind her ears.

I felt a shock, not a physical tremor, not a feeling of shock, as if a distant story in the depths of my heart had been pulled onto the stage. I seem to have known that her a long time ago.

That's right, to me, she's like a hundred percent girl.

（4）

Since the girl may be a character in the novel, the story itself will have a story, and if you want to investigate it in a disciplined manner, you are just asking for trouble. I looked around in a panic to see if anyone noticed that I was looking at her. There should have been none, and my eyes went back to her. It was as if two things with a perfect fit appeared in the same place, and she was being needed by me, and I was missed by her. Consciousness is like an electric current that is about to explode.

（5）

It's still a dark night where you can't see a black cat. However, there is no rain, presumably all the rain in this field, it is a bit difficult for the black cat. There is a crescent moon in the sky, disconnected only in a very small place, and the two curved hooks are infinitely close to each other. Next to the moon appeared an inconspicuous star. The star is small enough to fill the moon's break, but it's much brighter. I don't think anyone would have noticed its presence if it hadn't been so bright.

Take a closer look, there is this star in this square world, and of course, this round of crescent moon. The two cling to each other in the air while maintaining an incalculable distance.

The wind rustled through the poplar trees on the side of the road, and as I said, it wasn't raining here.

（6）

"Have you noticed anything different in the sky tonight?" The girl stood in front of the window looking at the sky.

"Nothing." I was lying leisurely in bed.

The girl pointed to the sky and said, "Look, there's a star next to that moon, that's the only one." ”

"Really." I looked amazed.

"Do you think that star knows the moon?"

"Don't we all know the moon?"

"But the stars are stars, and they can be like people." However, I always have a hunch that only this star is different, it knows the existence of the moon, so it travels thousands of miles from ancient time and space, just to see the moon in its heart. ”

"But after all, the star was a bubble many years ago, and for us, it is no longer a real existence."

"I think it's real."

（7）

The girl lay back beside me. I should have known her for some time, and the aroma on her body was all too familiar. The night had passed, and the time after that had deliberately slowed down, and the air in the room had become thicker by a thin layer. I got up and kissed the girl's tiny lips. She didn't resist, she closed her eyes, and the faint light of the crescent moon cast a slender silhouette of her eyelashes.

The girl was so beautiful, her skin was so white that it made people feel pity. I gently lifted her up and took off her white shirt and flesh-colored stockings, and the girl furrowed her brows slightly, but did not speak. I slowly unhooked her bra from behind, and the girl put her hands on her chest.

"I just want to confirm your existence."

The girl did not answer. The meaning of this sentence is probably not understood either, as if I had walked in from another story.

But there is no doubt that we are in the same world of dark nights without rain.

At this time we are all naked, just like when we were born, nothing more than growing up, and our thoughts and emotions are richer. The girl still covered her body shyly, her eyes not open.

（8）

The girl's breasts were neither big nor small, the marks on the bra were still on the skin, and the pink nipples did not protrude much. Two small circles of areola. The young woman's body is like this. The breasts were soft and shy, the lower abdomen rose and fell rapidly, and the navel was painted into a small black hole by the night. The bushes below grow naturally like woods that are born after snow. She let out a faint but short gasp. Everything about the girl's body is just right, and even the shape of the ear can make people yearn for it infinitely.

It turned out that, for me, she was one hundred percent girl. So I longed for her, and kept calling to her in the crowd, seeking her like someone who could not speak finally made the first voice of his life.

We just kissed each other, fixing every inch of our body. We are in a story, kissing, naked and hugging each other, falling into this dark night without rain.

The girl said to hold her arms until she died.

I said to her, you are one hundred percent of the girls I meet.

The girl still didn't answer, her warm and soft body melting into my chest.

（9）

It was a sexless night. Only the white sheets, the fragrance of the girl, and the warmth of the revived memories.

（10）

The story is not over, it is playing and continuing. I can't know the plot after this, but I seem to wake up from it and return to this world that is raining tirelessly. The crowds are still there, and as passers-by in the story, they play the role of passers-by with great dedication.

The girl is still in the same position as before. She opened her eyes slowly, and her gaze met me just in time.

She seemed to be conveying to me through her gaze a faint message that only I could decipher.

（11）

I still panicked and didn't look over, then pretended to look at my watch. It's already nine o'clock and it's time to line up for tickets. The crowd rioted, and the noisy began to check the tickets at a certain entrance, and the girl's figure was completely covered. By the time I looked back at her seat, she was gone.

（12）

I sat on the train, puzzled. There is no doubt that in this story I met the girl, who really existed, who 100% met my needs and responded to my cravings 100%. But neither she nor I went any closer, not even a centimeter. The girl was sending me a message, and I could see it. No, only I can see it, and if I fail to interpret it, then the message will be drowned out of the still merciless darkness outside the window.

No, it's not just black outside the window. The moon is definitely there. Could it be that there is a single star next to it?

I looked carefully, but on the rain-soaked windows it was only in vain.

So I gave up the burden of thinking and sank into sleep.

（13）

But from the novel-style Déjà vu I still know what her gaze conveys.

To me, you are also one hundred percent boys. Her gaze spoke.

precisely.

（14）

Maybe the girl also missed the train and took the next one.

Maybe the girl might be a student at the same school as me.

Maybe she had seen me earlier.

Maybe she was thinking about the story of her and her hundred percent boy.

Maybe......

（15）

I thought about the many "maybes" that appeared in order in my dreams, and it was pitch black in front of me, and I still couldn't find the answer.

（16）

It doesn't matter much if there is a couple under the eaves of the street, who may have just finished watching a movie and came out of the cinema, or who are hiding here in the rain at other possibilities.

The girl said to the boy, "Do you see a star next to the moon?" ”

The boy said to the girl, "Yes." ”

The couple enjoyed the few dreamlike truths in the world in the rain.