There was such a teenager, he liked the girl, the teenager did not have outstanding appearance, the results are a mess. And the girl was the best in the class, and he knew that there were many near-perfect boys around her. But he was only self-righteously silent, he realized that he was plain and bland, and only the grades could make him outstanding, so the teenager studied very seriously. Buried that shallow heart. Occasionally, I will inquire about what girls like and pretend to be casual.
I often go to the girls' dormitory downstairs for a walk, just to catch a glimpse of the girl and smile. Time is like an arrow, he can't catch up with the footsteps of girls after all, and he is addicted to novels, and he went to another high school to re-study without experiencing the college entrance examination. For her, apart from knowing that she was one of the few talented women, the remaining poor information was mixed together, and the only useful one was that she was admitted to Southeast University. Like him, he was just a repeat student at an obscure school. Teenagers know that all good dreams have become a thing of the past, and for him, there are more and more yesterdays, and fewer and fewer tomorrows. Hope gradually became chaotic, and the road was desolate.
On the eve of the third year of high school, he suddenly understood that his original dream had not yet been talked about, and he could still take the Nanjing examination. Therefore, sweat has become the only portrayal of life, whenever tired and bored, tired to sleepy, the teenager will always think of the scene two years ago.
He remembers that it was November, five or six days before the holiday, and the day after tomorrow was the Games, and the teenagers participated in the 400-meter relay run. In the second class of the evening, the teenager should go to the playground to train with his peers, the playground lights are dim, and the flickering lights are more like a fishing lamp in his eyes, swaying with the wind, making a creaking sound that is close to sadness.
The relay ran through the last 20 meters in the sprint, but the teenager did not see the figure in front of him and hit it hard. Then the half-sobbing schoolgirl groaned, and he thought eagerly: Yes, he had an almost harsh sense of responsibility, mixed with a little cowardice, and the teenager leaned over to inquire about the girl's injury, and then carried the girl on her back to the infirmary, and that was how he met her, and she accompanied the injured girl.
When he applied ice to her with one hand and squeezed the corners of his clothes tightly with the other, he did not dare to look up at the girl who was smiling at him, she had nearly perfect features, a broken black hair, short shoulder-length hair set off the face of the Nine Heavenly Virgins, and he admitted that her eyes were as clear as the stars in the night, and like jewels that had not changed for millions of years. Or ying ying autumn water, gentle and moving.
That night, it was not hot, and he was sweating like rain, as if enduring the sweltering heat of summer, and for the first time he knew the name of her companion. He laughed lifelessly, fascinated by her icy temperament. long.
When he returned to the dormitory, his classmates laughed and asked him how he felt, and he just laughed awkwardly and was silent for a while before laughing, I don't like her anymore. The man smiled, patted him on the shoulder, and teased, "It's just that you like it and what's the use, you don't deserve her at all." The boy smiled and stopped talking, not speaking all night. The night is also far from the tranquility.
Later, when she happened to see him on campus, she would squint her slender eyes, shake her right hand, and say, "Hi." But he had a striking sense of inferiority, and he didn't speak. Just silently bowed his head and flashed past him. Only then did he understand what it meant to be a thunderbolt. This is not to describe elegance. Just laughing at his helplessness. It's pitiful, it's inferiority.
Time passes day by day. The college entrance examination is approaching. The teenager opened his diary from a year ago and looked at the bits and pieces in the records. After the dinner, the teenager always likes to walk alone on campus, he is obsessed with finding traces of her coming, and her back is gradually fading out of his memory. But his heart sank deeper and deeper.
The college entrance examination ended as promised, and the teenager fell on the list, but in the end, it was reasonable, he could have gone to a better school in other provinces, but he resolutely chose the police academy in this province, and the external reason was nothing more than that the police academy was an iron rice bowl. So he smiled and said that he liked to be bland, did not want to be in business, and did not have the talent to teach and educate people. Only he himself knew, the reason for the choice. Nanjing is the city I have been thinking about in the twilight.
The summer was desperately long, and the teenager flipped through her journal, which began five years ago and ended when she graduated from the college entrance examination, and she changed her account, as she once said, and wanted to start over.
That year, he still remembered that he pretended to be a foreign school student, added her friends, spoke freely together, inadvertently made her laugh, and also made up his own mind to call her "Geng Devil Head", but she gave her her the nickname of "Geng Devil Head", and she made up her own mind to call her "Geng Devil Head", she was a nickname, she made up her own mind to give her a nickname, she was a nickname, she was a foreign school student, plus her friends, talk freely together, and also made up her own mind to give her the nickname "Geng Geng Yu Huai", and also made up her own mind to call her nickname "Lao Wai" She pointed at her friend and made her laugh to herself, and smiled as if shaking her head: "I shake my head like Mars hitting the earth." Then he would speak up to persuade him: "Do not eat fruit at night, be careful of stones." ”
It would laugh and say it was okay, and then obediently throw the half-eaten apple into the trash. They agreed to go to Inner Mongolia to Tibet. Walk through the sea of years together. Of course, these are all paying for. The young man didn't know how to love, he just stuck to the girl like a ridiculous rubber candy, there was less and less communication between them, and in the end, she was like a kite with a broken line, disappearing into his sight, and he never dared to admit that he had always liked her.
After that, he tried every means to find her traces, and she disappeared like a trace, and finally, by chance, he looked at her, holding a handsome teenager, and in the sun, he recognized her smile at a glance, and a rose bloomed on the girl's face, and he rubbed shoulders with her.
He wanted to go up and say hello, but all the words turned into a silent squirm, and for the first time, he experienced the taste of a knife cutting his heart, it was a word, he wanted to recognize her, and he was afraid that the atmosphere would be too awkward, and the girl would be hurt. It's just that he seems to have forgotten that from beginning to end, he was the one who suffered the most.
Gradually, he had a long road in life. The encounter is only a moment, and after the encounter, each other's back becomes eternal. Just go on like this, he's happy. It seems that he understands that life is not a poem, because it is too plain, life is not a dream, because it is too real, life is not like chess, just because it will never come again. Life is like a blank piece of paper, full of writing, yellowed, no matter how willing to give. Finally, I have to put it down.
That is, in September, teenagers will take the acceptance letter, drag the suitcase back and wave the sleeve, forced to hold back tears, and bid farewell to their parents who are sending off. Started my academic journey. On the road of slow learning, I don't know who I will meet, who will become the miracle of my life in ten thousand encounters, all of this cannot be known. Just remembering that October, his encounter with her, became a dusty memory.
Love in the world comes mostly from fate, do not ask the reason, do not know where to come and go. Swim in the clouds and water, the sunrise clear stream. Long ago outlined the vein of life, the boat traveled thousands of miles, the vastness of the rivers, the ups and downs. But there are always one or two beautiful encounters, from chance to the end of the dream.
The poet said well, the flow of years does not say sorrow, but also rare joy, the true meaning of life is not that you have experienced a lot of joy and sorrow. People who have seen it know that the most precious thing in life is plainness. impermanence. It's just willingness.
Sadly, he gave up.
The teenager thought that when they met each other later, maybe he would talk to her. For he knows that man may have smoke, there may be compassion, there may be sorrow, there may be pain, there may be inferiority, there may be resentment, and as long as he still has love, everything will remain so beautiful.
At the very least, he had always liked her.