His and her story 2

He lived alone, talked about two or three times in love without a disease, and now more than thirty but not even the interest of falling in love, friends joked that you do not want to find a boyfriend to try, joke for a few days, he found himself moved. And the object of his heart is a big mother.

On the way to work in the evening, the sunset shines on the narrow sidewalk, both sides of the road are crowded with vendors selling vegetables, all kinds of people on the road are rushing to their destinations without expression, and when he goes home bored, he walks in a daze, suddenly shocked by the scene in front of him, a two- or three-year-old boy trotting with a childish step, bumping into her, she just got up from the stall to go, did not expect to be bumped by the little boy, she subconsciously stopped the leg of the step, and hugged the little boy with her hand. Subconsciously throw away the fruits and vegetables carried in her hand, if she does not hold the child, the child will definitely be bumped into a fart, if she does not throw away the things in her hand, the bag will definitely hit the child's face or head because of inertia, he stays, because of her subconscious action, feel that she is a loving woman, he looks at her carefully, very familiar feeling, feels that the age is not small, black shoes, black clothes, black hat black mask, blue daddy jeans, slightly fat figure, short hair, slender eyes, no makeup, rapid pace, As if in a hurry to rush back, he was not in a daze at this time, hurriedly, all the way not close to follow, did not expect that she and he were actually the same community, too good, the heart was dark. Walking along, what is more exciting is that it is the same building, the same unit, no wonder it is so familiar. He quickly took a few steps, when the elevator door was about to close, he also squeezed in, the elevator seven or eight people have no space, the neighbors frowned a little in disgust, he saw her shrink in the corner of the elevator, the neighbors were talking about haha, his afterglow has always been on her body, and she was just smiling awkwardly, as the elevator went up, the neighbors got off the elevator one after another, leaving only him and her, the 30th floor, she brushed past, a faint soap fragrance, not strong, but very refreshing, the heart was shocked, 32nd floor, When he got home, he collapsed on the couch, searching for images about her in his mind, was it the big mother who usually had a child on the 30th floor, who had met on weekdays, sloppy, whimpering, not smiling, but today, what happened, did he have a heart for her? Oh my God, it's impossible!