At the beginning of the day, Han Yixuan dressed and dressed up to go to work, the dark circles were carefully covered, a face of sad clouds and mist was dressed with blush, and the dull skin caused by insomnia was almost invisible. The conclusion that the chaotic jianghu has come to in the past few years is that the most embarrassing side of yourself must not be shown to others, because you have no sympathy, only to be ridiculed. Therefore, people will always see the bright and beautiful female pioneer of the text, and they can't imagine that this "March 8 Red Flag Bearer" is exercised by insomnia. Having already suffered from the back, the people are even more noble before them.
What was depressing was that it seemed that God was determined to oppose Han Yixuan, which not only made her dream at night that Chen Peng, who had been absent for a long time, was mentally delayed once, but also let her memorize all the way since she opened the door. First of all, I sneezed in the cold downstairs to find that I forgot to wear a scarf, and then found that I forgot to bring a mobile phone, and then the waiting bus card at the subway ticket gate disappeared inexplicably, and it was difficult to successfully squeeze into the peak period of the crowded line, and next to me stood a master who was sweating and snotting and eating pancake rolls and scallions. Counting up this huge city, there must be several varieties of pancake fruit, there are purple rice noodles corn noodles, black rice noodles with fritters and thin and crispy sticks are also sprinkled with cumin onions, and I have never seen a real wrapped green onion. Han Yixuan was particularly sensitive to the taste of green onions, and the old man ate sweetly in the sardine canned carriage, Han Yixuan only felt that the taste was mixed with the body odor of countless people and the smell of perfume from unknown sources, like a small hand reaching into the nostrils through the respiratory tract and stirring her five visceral temples over and over again - she wanted to vomit! One stop, two stops... The glass sliding door opened and closed again and again, and the number of people in the carriage increased unabated, and more smells poured in. Han Yixuan thought to himself, bear with me, bear with me, and when he finishes eating, it may be fine... Three stations, four stations... Han Yixuan complained in his heart, Dude, you are sent by God to play with me, I can't finish eating this half a day... No, my sister is really going to throw up...
Han Yixuan finally did not succeed in maintaining the image of the beautiful woman, and his slender arm struggled to shake off the crowd, ran off the subway car one stop ahead of schedule, and jumped onto the platform with an arrow.
Han Yixuan inhaled two breaths of fresh air fiercely, and finally eased up. Must have died. She took out the makeup mirror from her bag and looked at it, and laughed out loud - it was not bad to dare to be disgusted, her eyes were full of crystal teardrops, and her face was born with two natural crimson reds, and those who did not know thought that her eyes were full of spring peach blossoms.
Putting away the makeup mirror, Han Yixuan stood back in front of the car door and waited for the next train. However, this inadvertent glance made her whole body stiffen, and her heart twitched violently as if it had been hit by lightning - a figure not far away, too much like Chen Peng.
Han Yixuan did not think of reuniting with Chen Peng. Although after a few years, she has been able to control her memory switch very well, trying not to touch the sealed past, but at some point she can always remember. For example, hearing a sensational lyric, or seeing an empathetic sentence when reading a book, or hearing someone shout a name similar to Chen Peng in the crowd, she still can't help but fall into the cliché of imagining a reunion. This city, to say, is really big, so big that it is worth some small countries. However, for white-collar workers like them, who are infested with office buildings and have a fixed social circle, they are not completely forgotten. They are college classmates, QQ, MSN, Happy Network, Intranet, Douban, Weibo... There are too many things that bind them. In the past, Han Yixuan always squeezed Chen Peng's neck with two small hands and sealed his throat and said, "You were born my person, and you died as my dead man, and if you burned ashes, you had to fertilize my family's field!" If you break up with me one day, my ghost will not disperse in the middle of the night and shoot your glass with a slingshot! Chen Peng said dotingly, "Be well, my princess, the little one is destined." At that time, Han Yixuan was still Han Yinuo, the second was a little bit, but believing in the promise, believing in forever, she did not know, the after-the-fact chat after the smoke, the oath was just a momentary gaffe. Chen Peng said to break up, and he did not return to his head, and there was no news.
The mind played back so much like a flash, the subway had arrived, and the crowd began to pour into the carriage. An uncle in the back shoved Han Yixuan's waist and shouted, "Hey, you can't get on the car, don't get in the way!" Han Yixuan ignored him, moved against the current, and chased after him in the direction of the figure.
He was very tall, just like Chen Peng.
His legs were long, the same as Chen Peng's. He wore earthy yellow corduroy pants and a black cotton suit, a smoky gray scarf, and a college-style bag, just like Chen Peng.
He took a big step and walked very quickly in the crowd, just like Chen Peng. Han Yixuan hated herself for wearing newly bought high-heeled boots, and it was very inconvenient to trot on the slippery subway platform, and the platform was crowded with people getting on and off the bus. Seeing that the shadow that was particularly like Chen Peng was flashing and flashing to go down the stairs to change, Han Yixuan almost forgot about going to work, ran out of breath, and also had to catch up. She didn't know what he was going to say, she didn't know what tone of voice it would be better to open her mouth, she didn't know whether to slap him a few times and scold him for not having a conscience or to cry in his arms, her brain was blank, and only one thought burned: I want to see you. It turned out that the dream was not unreasonable, and it foreshadowed the drama of a long-term reunion today.
Three meters, two meters, one meter... Finally getting closer. Her breathing had never been so rapid, and she was flustered like a mouse chased by a cat. She was really afraid to shout out the words "Chen Peng", and when the person turned around to face her, she couldn't help but lose her attitude in public to the point of tears.
However, I can't manage so much, so stop him first.
Just when she finally plucked up enough courage to face "Chen Peng", the person in front of her looked back at her. It was a completely unfamiliar face, dull, stiff, lifeless.
He is not Chen Peng. The shadow that resembled Chen Peng did not look at her more because of Han Yixuan's flower appearance and moon appearance, but like the other poker faces, they hurried away. The crowd was still marching in a mighty way, walking hurriedly and looking hurried. The dust and smell from all directions converged here and evaporated elsewhere in an instant. Only Han Yixuan, who was stupid and had taken the wrong direction of transfer, stood in the same place, at a loss.
At this moment, she understood that she was not a female rogue in thought, a Transformer in action, nor an arrogant queen who was a single nobleman and had a good life without a man. She thought of him so much, wanted to see him again, to see what he was like now, to see if he had had a good life in the past few years—even if it had nothing to do with her.