First encounter with Wang Xiaoni

When I first met Wang Xiaoni, she was only twenty years old, tied a small pigtail, dressed plainly, and there was a sense of heroism between her eyebrows, and when she looked at you intently, her eyes were a little sharp. Fortunately, a pair of pear swirls grew at the corner of her mouth, adding a little femininity to her slightly tough appearance.

She called me "Teacher Qian" at that time, and she herself was undoubtedly the best among the "students", and the answer sheet she handed in was eye-catching. She didn't like to talk much, and was always hitting the keyboard expressionlessly, habitually raising her eyebrows. But sometimes I suddenly start talking to myself, and it feels a little strange in my ears.

There are some things she can tell others without asking herself. For example, before she came to Shanghai, she worked as a tour guide in Mount Taishan, and the first time she climbed to the top of the mountain breathlessly, of course, she was not qualified, and then she made up her mind to practice climbing the mountain, and finally she was able to meet the standard.

As for other things, it sounds a bit like black humor, such as saying that she aspires to enter Peking University. I really went to take the exam, and I handed in the paper in advance after answering the questions in a big way, and then I realized that there were still questions on the back of the paper. The examination of Peking University is naturally hopeless, and even the international tour guide certificate has not had time to be tested, because she is busy getting married.

I couldn't believe she was a married woman. Sometimes looking at her two thin arms exposed, there is a strange feeling in her heart, because the other girls have just graduated from college, although they may not be virgins, but there is always a strange feeling mixed with a married woman in the middle, and even have an almost regretful mood.

Wang Xiaoni appeared in front of me in this posture. She talked a lot about Wang Xiaobo, and I later learned that this was a very ugly man; at the morning meeting, she said with a fixed gaze, it is a pity that she does not know Spanish, because she really likes the book "One Hundred Years of Solitude" too much.

There are several poems in her qq space that she used to write, full of emotion, delicate, and excellent writing. I'm going to honor her as a poetess. She occasionally read poems and sent me the "I Love this Land" written by Ai Qing, and I think her brushstrokes are quite Ai Qing's style.

I remember that she had painted such a picture to me. She smoked a cigarette and discussed poetry with two boys (maybe her boyfriend in the middle), and I would always make up the moonlight for this scene, so it turned into a silvery moonlight pouring down, and the students sat on a cement stool on campus, and one of the women was Wang Xiaoni.

Wang Xiaoni has been in love for a long time, although her IQ is not low, but she does not see how she cherishes this gift from heaven, but blindly squanders her youth and wastes life, and her boyfriend does not cherish her like herself. So Wang Xiaoni married another man.

I was so disappointed that the man had come to our company, and I could not understand how a girl with such a talent as her could live with such a common thing. However, this is a true fact, Wang Xiaoni did not choose to marry Caihua, but married Chai Rice Oil and Salt.

This middle-aged man who gave her chai rice oil and salt was often in our "social circle" for a while. I don't know if Wang Xiaoni really likes him, I just think that they have formed a stark contrast together, one gushing, one shallow smile peacefully.

I thought she was more or less a paternal complex, if not a paternal, it was a worship of gold, which made me despise. But who knows what kind of soul is hidden under the appearance of this girl with apricot eyes and a pair of pear swirls?

We went to the store together to buy clothes, and she was wearing a long skirt and circled in front of the fitting mirror, and another female colleague stood next to her, asking people to guess who among the three girls was the wife of the middle-aged man. The clerk looked at us and then pointed at me, and I "giggled" in my heart, thinking that with them I looked particularly mature.

After coming out, she walked slowly in front, and the man looked at her in the back and said that Wang Xiaoni lacked a kind of girl's femininity, and always looked a little stiff. He meant that she didn't look good in a skirt and didn't have a good temperament. I also remembered the first impression she left me--heroic, but it always felt inexplicably sad when she said it from her husband's mouth, and he didn't understand her goodness. Calm and rational judgment is not a sign of loving someone.

Wang Xiaoni always wears a white shirt and long pants. I later told her, this is too monotonous, and very earthy, can not dress better? She adds a little color. However, it means that she has a dark complexion and does not look good in other colors. We went to the bathing center together, and the two of us stripped naked and stood in front of the mirror, she said, it's like two colors! I thought to myself, wouldn't you be jealous of me?

Later, when we went to climb Tarzan, I found a boy I knew to accompany her, and at first she was invigorated, saying that she was actually a handsome man, but in an instant she turned to a tone of dissatisfaction, saying, how he only cares about talking to you, as if I don't exist as a person. I knew how sensitive she was. After that, the painting style is always a little weird, for example, I was chatting with him, and she suddenly jumped out of nowhere coldly and shouted: "Okay, you two are actually here to qingqing me!" It was embarrassing for a while.

When I came back, I still grumped when I mentioned it in front of others, and said, Let me make a light bulb, what does it mean?! I thought to myself, she wouldn't be jealous of me again, would she? She probably couldn't accept her style, and she was actually compared to me, a half-old Xu Niang.

But she was so feminine, I don't know why the men couldn't see it. She always carries a little sentimentality about not being able to love. She told me about a dream she had in which the boy she had a crush on in college stood on the podium in the classroom to explain to her, and she sat down with her hands on her cheeks and listened like a spring breeze. The boy probably never noticed her, and he liked another girl.

Wang Xiaoni, like all those who lack love, stubbornly wants to know what it feels like to be cherished and loved. She confessed to a boy in the company, and naturally she was rejected without any suspense (wait, isn't she a married woman?). That being said, who says that married women must have a still mind? ）。 However, under her persistent "harassment", the boy was said to have given her a book before leaving, saying that he did not mean anything, and yu was uneasy.

If you listen carefully, you can hear Wang Xiaoni's subtext, repeating a sentence in unison: like me, love me! Passionate, persistent, not without tragic injuries. When she silently recited these words to others in her heart countless times, those people looked at her with empty eyes, did not respond, and completely ignored them.

Her marriage was a complete tragedy to me. But sometimes I think she blames herself. Doesn't the love she wants have other conditions attached to it? Many times, when you get one thing, you have to give up another thing. But what did she get?

Her eyes looked so pure that you wondered if she would have other thoughts, some thoughts that weren't so pure. For this, she paid the price of her youth. She handed it over easily (I suddenly remembered the one she wrote, "Youth", and Youth is gone...). In exchange for shelter from the wind and rain, meals at the table, deposits on bank cards...

How do you make others love you? Youth is gone, love is fading away, she realizes her mistake, but she can only cry silently.

But once, she finally couldn't help it, and began to vent her grievances, the spectators looked at it curiously, and found that it was just some small thing of sesame green beans, what a ball fell into the sewer, to fish it out, the man himself did not do anything, just loudly reprimanded her; she accidentally overturned the milk bottle, he rushed into the kitchen, did not ask her if she was burned, but only painfully wasted a bottle of milk... I watched her white play silently, not wanting to comfort, not knowing how to comfort, and after a while she deleted the article herself.

She said that the tears she shed now are all the water that entered her brain in the past. I thought to myself, your brain is good, how to get into the water, you know best in your own heart. I sometimes think that she may be a vulgar material woman, but she can just dance and ink. Unfortunately, this little bit of capital is not appreciated, and I am probably one of the few people who are attracted to her ideas and talents.

She always has a string of crepe nouns in her mouth, and some strange words or phrases often appear in the articles she writes. I was typing on an article, and she ran over to look at it and said behind me, where it is written like this, it should be **. Say what I say, hurry up and correct the mistake.

I was ready to submit my resignation, racking my brains and not knowing how to start, she casually spat out a series of words on the side, and I copied them down. Send her something to show her someone else's translation, and she says it's fine, but it needs to be slightly changed. With a big stroke of the pen, I immediately add a lot of color.

I always thought she was very artistic, but then I found out that it was not, and maybe she was already showing me all her talents. It's hard to avoid some disappointment when you think about it. But this is all an afterthought, pinch your fingers, we have known each other for twelve years, and since this article is written about the first encounter, it is limited to the initial impression she gave me.