Although I don't want to go to the fourth grade, I can't afford to stir up any waves, be an honest man and live an ordinary life. What I didn't expect was a strange phone call that actually reminded me of the past 18 years ago. It was a beautiful first love. It was originally sealed and hidden, but now it has been uncovered, or it is like a vessel being knocked off after repainting, revealing its original color, which is very primitive and dazzling. ...
That day, her deskmate called me directly from nowhere and asked me if I had any contact with Ling. I looked confused and said I didn't know anything, but she definitely said, "Your lover is still obsessed with you, envious and jealous!" Then I gave a bunch of phone numbers, "Take the initiative." Say that finish, the other end of the phone hung up.
My brain is blank. There is a feeling of being immediately isolated. Eighteen years. ...
"Is that you?" I tried to calm down and called. On the other end of the phone, the voice is still the voice of a 19-year-old girl, but I don't know if the years have left traces on the voice.
The conversation played down the time and experience of 18 years, but I still vaguely felt the first few sighs and sighs on the phone.
Although this side of the phone has long been calm, will it be calm 18 years ago?
This is an old love of HongLing's package. Every time a corner of silk is opened, there is a beautiful love story. ...
The cram school for college entrance examination in 1980s is a ladder that carries every student's lifelong dream. Last year's students thought that going out from here meant drawing a line between the city and the countryside, between the rich and the poor, and between civilization and ignorance. This kind of cram school is also relied on by the school. All the excellent teachers are sent to the cram school to be heavily guarded, as if they are only one step away from the institutions of higher learning. Through the past, the breath and fragrance in the institutions of higher learning are waiting there.
One morning. Adjourn The students chattered and walked up and down the aisle. Just about to get up, suddenly a immature voice came from my desk. Almost at the same time, the tip of a braid draped over my desk!
"Hey, how to explain this ancient prose?"
I looked up and was shocked! A pair of beautiful eyes stared at me and didn't shy away. This is Ling. Because of her beauty, there will be some gossip or speculation about her almost every once in a while in the cram school. At that time, the style of study was simple, and there was basically no peach news. But we talk too much, some people follow the trend, and some people have nothing to do with themselves. I am the latter category. But even so, I can't help but feel crazy and incoherent. Not because she suddenly asked, but because she is so beautiful. A pair of beautiful eyes are staring at you, Xia Hong is flying, and her beautiful eyes are suffocating and irresistible!
From her rapid breathing, I felt her panic and nervousness at the same time. And this is exactly what I want to see!
She and I have always been one of the best students in liberal arts in our class. Just the day before yesterday, the Chinese teacher took one of my compositions as a model essay to give a lecture. Is this the so-called mutual appreciation? Or the legendary mutual admiration?
After many years, I still can't forget the smile when I look back. The eyes of that moment have been frozen and engraved in the depths of my memory. Over time, it has gradually evolved into a classic love bookmark that can be repeated.
After a period of time, I gradually converged her unspeakable subconscious, but soon I found myself attracted and dominated by a force, especially feeling that I might be paid attention to by one person every day, so I paid special attention to my every move. I feel particularly hard to study, especially to come up with results, and I feel particularly comfortable. Every morning, the sun shines on the earth, and at night, the golden glow covers the sky!
Gradually, each other, after class, after school, inside and outside the classroom, as long as a smile, a look can understand each other's thoughts. So, I have a feeling that whenever her petite figure and those two exciting braids shaking behind my neck appear in my sight, I feel that there is an invisible thread tied to her and me, no matter how far away, as long as she moves a little, I will be noticed.
Is this the first love?
However, until now, I still don't have the courage to tell her, and I don't even talk to each other much. To tell the truth, I miss her in my heart, but I dare not! Sometimes I just hope that when she takes a seat in front of me in class, a pair of affectionate eyes can catch up with the jet lag and connect with me like crackle! If so, happiness will fill me all day!
Finally, one night, the bell rang too loudly in the evening study, and the classroom was still brightly lit, and no one wanted to leave. Finally, it was 1 1 point, and finally most of the students slowly dispersed, leaving only three or five people in the classroom. She's still here. Of course I'm still here. In fact, I can't watch anything anymore, just repeating such an action, that is, turning the review materials into a crash without purpose! I feel like a coward! After a century of silence, I finally heard the sound of packaging stationery in front of me, and my heart hung in my throat!
Suddenly, she jerked her head back and her hair fell on my desk as usual. A pair of fiery eyes stared at me and said faintly, "It's dark, I dare not go back." Hearing this sentence, I was ecstatic. At that time, it was equivalent to receiving a pass to fall in love with the most beautiful Ling * *!
We walked leisurely on the street where pedestrians were gradually sparse, and the dim street lamp changed the figure of two people. To tell the truth, at this time, I can't wait to walk slowly and have a long way home.
We began to talk about everything or talk about him, occasionally smiling at each other and understanding. At this time, I wish I could recite some famous poems to add some atmosphere and add points to my impression. Doesn't everyone like literature? But I can't find it! Maybe he's absorbed in it. But at that time, the beauty in my heart was really unspeakable! Walking and chatting, the evening breeze blew head-on, stroking her face and clinging to her chest. I can't help but feel heartache: the slightly undulating curve is quietly blooming the youth of an 18-year-old girl!
Since then, pairs of happy people have appeared on campus! Compared with the ranking, the mock exam is just ahead of us. Sit tight in class, but there will be "things" after class. For example, she dares to pretend that no one is watching me in public!
We live in the envious eyes of others.
However, as a philosopher said, if the prologue is comedy, then tragedy will soon be staged.
As a result of the college entrance examination, she was admitted to the Chinese Department of a famous university in the provincial capital, while I entered the finance and economics school adjacent to this university. In the abacus class, the teacher gave an old abacus. When I saw it, my heart was sour and my eyes were like sand. The abacus beads are out of sight, only tears can't stop flowing down. I can't imagine how imaginative college life can be associated with boring financial majors! How can that frustrating abacus be manipulated like a song and a dream like a poem?
I remember one day when school started, I just got back to the dormitory downstairs, and suddenly I heard my roommate by the window on the third floor loudly say to me, someone is looking for you, come on! I really didn't know who else was there at that time. I went upstairs unhurriedly, but as soon as I arrived at the dormitory door, I was immediately shocked: it was Ling! White dress, white hat, white cloth shoes, white socks, the whole person is like a white fairy, all white, almost to set off a beautiful and deep red face like a peach blossom! The whole corridor caused quite a stir. Some people bravely approached, and some people stuck their heads out of the door. In short, a beautiful woman visiting the dormitory became the news of the day.
Now, the gap between psychology and position is hitting me mercilessly. Although the legend of angels in white is beautiful, I'm afraid it's just a legend. I still have a bad feeling that it won't last long. You know, according to the custom at that time, in terms of academic qualifications, women are higher than men, which means there can be no more.
Things are getting worse. Although we still maintain normal communication, our insincerity doomed our different values and different fates.
Finally, one day, I returned her promise to me in the downstairs of her dormitory: a beautiful black and white photo. And she, although few words, accepted it "frankly"! Finally, I sacrificed a sensational move and finally returned in vain!
So, in this way, the timing of 18 years without news began.
From then on, I only heard that she entered a publishing house after graduating from graduate school, and I completely abandoned the dream of the so-called literary youth, and gradually became an executive of an insurance company, and my vision was naturally different from that of that year.
At this point, the story should have come to an end, but now this sudden phone call reminds me of some grievances and scenes of the year, just like a person reading in the morning by a calm lake, disturbed by a ripple caused by a small tile.
Sometimes thinking about it will even make you laugh: even if you go back in time, what can you do?
One day, she suddenly called from the provincial capital and said that she would go home in two days. She dropped in to see our teacher, Miss Zhu, and asked me if I could go with her.
I hesitated for a moment.
"I heard that the teacher is old, so I want to meet the students he carefully trained ... You know, there are not many people who are particularly concerned about the teacher, including you ..." Although I walked half a circle, I heard it and just wanted to meet.
To tell the truth, I still can't tell you clearly about this beloved person. In other words, why do you love her more? I think I really can't find any other reason except because she is really pure, exquisite and charming. In other words, her personality and character have been covered by her beauty, and her image of beauty to the extreme often appears in her mind. As for what kind of person she is, she doesn't care so much about the cold talk of relationship. So, if you go to meet, one reason is to solve a problem for yourself: do I still love her?
Go to the meeting at the appointed time and place. Along the way, I kept thinking about her image in my mind, imagining the possible appearance differences in 18 years, how to face it and what to say.
At dusk, we arrived. Next to the traffic turntable in the center of the town, stood a petite figure, wearing a black dress, with short hair in her hand and deliberately turning her face sideways. Is this her?
Yes, dressed in black, it seems that the era of "angels in white" has long passed, but the figure is still soft and slim.
"Wow, where to jump out of a monster? Too scary! " The voice is still a little awkward.
The teacher looks very old. Due to long-term smoking and coughing, his eyes are shining with joy in addition to accidentally seeing his two "very red" students. His wrinkled face is full of vicissitudes.
It's past ten o'clock in the evening when I came out from my teacher's house. I always feel that what I just said is a prelude, and the drama is about to begin.
"Go now? Or ... go for a walk on the playground of my alma mater? "
Ok, I've been looking forward to it for a long time! I will reply quickly. The car obediently turned into the playground road at once.
At this time, the alma mater is incomparable. There are two rows of tall eucalyptus trees along the road, and several new teaching buildings are hidden in the tall and dense Woods, which is somewhat mysterious. There are a few faint lights in the dormitory in the distance.
All these tell me that the campus is summer and there is no noise from students. Everything seems calm.
Could it be that this is a heaven and earth that belongs to us?
It's a moonless summer night. There are only a few stars twinkling in the night sky of the playground. The playground is surprisingly quiet. Unexpectedly, under a row of tall trees, there is a stone chair for two only in the park. We sat down hand in hand with a smile. When their shoulders touched, we suddenly felt a body temperature coming with her breath!
I tried to suppress myself.
This is a very calm attitude of both sides. Due to the long-term isolation, both sides are trying to supplement the personal data of the broken files as much as possible at the moment, just like welders are trying to weld the gap separated by 18 years!
She deserves to be a disciple of Teacher Zhu. In addition to studying ancient books, she also presided over the editing and publishing of more than 100 academic works, even involving financial and insurance fields. As for me, I have nothing but putting on a show in the insurance industry to scare new college students!
"There are still things to hide. Some people accuse you of making a big fuss about Hepu Youth Art Troupe! "
"Nonsense! There is no learning, just playing! "
Speaking of having no knowledge, my heart is sour.
Because everyone has a very good career and family, there seems to be no right or wrong about their past and emotional entanglements. Just when I mentioned that first love, I recalled the happy days and the details that made my heart blush, and my shoulder was immediately hammered by a sandy jade hand!
"Answer me honestly ..." She said angrily, "Why didn't you write to me?"
I didn't expect to get in touch. I'm depressed.
"That you ..."
……
Through the dim light in the distance, I saw tears of injustice shining in her eyes. At this time, I have had this idea for thousands of times, that is, to hold her in my arms and let the ship that has been tottering for many years return to the harbor where it should have docked!
Alas, I restrained myself again!
When we broke up, feelings that had been suppressed for many years suddenly welled up. I suddenly pushed open the door, stretched out his hand and grasped her hand in the palm, and refused to let go for a long time, for fear of losing it again! As time goes by, her tears drop by drop in my palm! But the truth tells me: these little sand hands with my body temperature no longer belong to me!
The car slowly walked back on the silent highway, and a cool breeze blew, which made my heart tremble:
I am waiting at home!
I should go home!