Yaling went home the day before the National Day holiday. The dormitory is very lonely, and the work unit is also very lonely. Most of my colleagues who live nearby have gone home, and some have gone out to visit relatives and friends. Shanni has nowhere to go. It is even more impossible to guard one's own thoughts, and it is even more impossible to read a book. The feeling of panic and nowhere to go is the feeling of wandering. The pain in my heart cannot be described, it lingers like a deeply buried wound. A dim yellow moon shines alone in the sky. For those full of youthful aspirations, the enclosed space is an unspeakable squeeze. The balcony became the window through which Shanni stood alone and looked at the outside world. She was immersed in the thin darkness composed of moonlight and light, and the sky was cut into pieces by tall buildings. The moon slowly passed through the gaps between the fragments. Dreams are always beautiful and always related to love. Dreams related to love always stimulate people's imagination. Shanni imagined how wonderful it would be if Lin Ping stood beside her at this moment, hugging her shoulders and holding her in her arms. How incomplete it is to face a moonlit night alone. Someone was walking on the sidewalk not far away. The figure looked familiar. He was wearing a light-colored shirt and dark trousers. His steps were steady, and he seemed to be full of thoughts and thoughts. Lin Ping, Shanni hasn't seen him for several days. Has he gone home too? There was a very rhythmic knock on the door, and this sound was somewhat familiar. On this quiet moonlit night, Shanni suspected that she had heard wrongly and was knocking on her neighbor's door. Boom, boom, boom, this sound was very specific, passing through the air in the living room and kitchen, directly shaking her eardrums with pleasure. So, Shanni heard another thumping sound, the pounding sound coming from her heart. She held her breath and calmed down, but she still couldn't hide the panic. Lin Ping's face looked a little dusty, as if he was troubled by something. His smile was no longer as bright as before, it was faint but meaningful. As soon as Shanni raised her head and caught his gaze, she timidly looked away again. Shanni didn't say a word. After closing the door, she sat directly on the edge of her bed. She looked hurt and childish. Angry, funny and cute. It seems that I am not very welcome as an uninvited guest. He still has the heart to tease me. Shanni remained silent angrily. Silence is a state of being ready to go. It is more full of inner strength and inner tension than any other state, such as anger. Silence is also a very bad state. It is Shanni didn't want to face the situation. Shanni was worried that if the two of them remained silent like this, there would be some kind of unfriendly atmosphere, which would greatly violate her sincerity. As a rescue measure, she made a cup of tea for Lin Ping. Lin Ping drank slowly, holding the tea cup as if holding a treasure. Shan Ni's hand warmth was on the tea cup. You didn't go home, I thought you went home. Shanni finally asked in front of his face, but quickly lowered her head. Lin Ping's eyes were like the rays of light shining through the clouds, so brilliant and dazzling that it made people unable to open their eyes. You want me to go home? That's your business, how can I dare to hope for you? Am I fierce and scary? Not fierce, but certainly a bit scary, but not everyone is afraid of you. So, you are a little afraid of me. Shanni smiled. In fact, she was not afraid of Lin Ping, but for some unknown reason, she felt that she had lost her former naturalness in front of Lin Ping. What can I do so that you are not afraid of me? A concerned and introspective gaze slowly cast towards Shanni from the other side of the desk. Shanni raised her youthful face and said, "The responsibility is not yours." The responsibility is yours? Shanni nodded, with a kind of tenderness trembling in her heart. Who made her heart rush towards him, who made her dreams be taken away by him, who made her love his face, his lips, and his His body seemed to be feeling vaguely frightened and uneasy. Facing Lin Ping's gaze, Shanni's head slowly, slowly lowered her head. She could hear her own heartbeat. Her shoulder-length hair covered her face, and she wore a sky blue T-shirt with a round neck. The white neck is exposed on the top, and the bright blue straight jeans outline the curves of the youthful body, which is exquisite and full of vitality. Shanni's head was buried so low that it almost touched her breasts, touching the curved and convex curves of her breasts that kept rising and falling, making Lin Ping want to look back and couldn't help but linger, and his heart was agitated. Under the curve are two spring mountains with charming scenery that are as hot as fire and as soft as waves. It is a happy resort that makes people want to dive in and never want to leave. With his mature body, youthful aura, shy posture, and shy yet childish expression, under the light, Lin Ping looked like he was admiring a painting, like a rational gourmet. He was still moved, by the beauty of youth and the grace that did not need to be decorated. Youth was for him, and before he had time to realize it, it sent him a long way forward. In his past life, when he was young, the youthful beauty and youthful grace of men and women were often ignored. Looking back now, I feel that feeling of melancholy and sadness, helplessness and lamentation. In just the blink of an eye, I became a bystander in the scenery of youth. There is no more intoxicating or deplorable word than youth. Lin Ping's other eyes passed through the window and through the night sky, as if he saw a bright and dazzling flag flapping in the night wind. A shallow lament flowed through Lin Ping's thoughts. Shanni, she has realized the beauty and splendor of her youth. If she realizes it, she will be proud of herself. When a woman is proud, she destroys and weakens the beauty and splendor. If she hadn't realized it, it was another kind of loneliness and sadness. Time erodes everything, especially all beautiful things. The moon is higher, higher than the window lattice. The clear light shines brightly on the main roof, illuminating the dreams of men and women.
Lin Ping called softly: Shan Ni. Shan Ni raised her head, her eye sockets were filled with spring water, and her eyelashes were dense aquatic plants guarding the two pools of spring water. Lin Ping's white silk shirt had a small clump of chest hair at the open collar, and on the man's chest muscles. Lin Ping's face is like a thin but readable book that Shan Ni likes to read in private. A thick book is too difficult and laborious, while a book that is too thin can be seen from the cover to the back cover at a glance, so there is nothing interesting to read. Shanni likes to read books that are not very thick and can be read over and over again. Lin Ping's face is mature and steady, revealing some vicissitudes of life. The vicissitudes of life are sometimes more charming, moving and thought-provoking than handsomeness. A man's experience sometimes constitutes a kind of wealth that can be shown off-although that experience is sometimes eye-catching and reassuring. Lin Ping's smile was very light and shallow, a facial expression full of experience and reason. That expression was like a warm spring breeze, brushing Shan Ni's mind and soul. A certain feeling of closeness was established secretly without any words. As their eyes moved, their eyes touched, covered, and passed on each other, Shanni evaded and dodged from time to time. The small movements revealed the running and panic in her heart, and also revealed the innocence of love. The pure scenery that had not been seen for a long time suddenly appeared, and Lin Ping was deeply moved when it was refreshing and pleasing to the eye. He couldn't tell whether he was relying on experience or intuition: he was facing a young woman who had never been in love, but she was longing for love, longing to love and be loved, and longing for the scent of man. Lin Ping had the urge to hold her in his arms, but he restrained himself. He himself was surprised at his own self-control. He seemed to be afraid of frightening Shanni. He knew how sensitive and delicate a young woman who had never had physical contact with a man was, how full of fantasy, and how easily disappointed. Although I am confident that my experience will not disappoint Shanni. But he still waited rationally. He asked Shanni what her plans were for her three-day break. Shanni says there is no arrangement. He said he was very happy to hear that. Shanni asked him why he was happy, and he said that he could just invite her to go out for a walk. This is the psychological reaction of love. Simple words stir up a very unusual feeling in Shanni's mind: both kind praise and admiration. When Lin Ping said goodbye, he did not get up and go out as usual. He stood in front of Shan Ni in a rare forward leaning posture. Shan Ni's forehead hair was blown by his warm breath. But that's it. Lin Ping said, then we will see you tomorrow. Shanni stood at the corner of the stairs, watching the familiar figure disappear into the deep streets and alleys. The streets and alleys are very quiet. Pedestrians' footsteps made the streets crackle. Is that the way home? There were no stars in the sky, only the flat, round and pale moon, which walked across the center of the house. The lights in the windows of every house in the streets gradually went out. It lights up like a person's open eyes. A lighted window, with a silhouette of someone in the window, and someone hurried towards the window in the distance. A very beautiful and longing scenery on a moonlit night. Early October wind. It glides over human skin like thin silk. The air was cool and filled with some kind of dry gas. Among the trees, at the fence, at the corner of the wall, and in front of the window, touches of golden autumn sun passed slowly and silently. The autumn sun illuminates the sky of people's hearts, making it spacious and bright. A little more clarity. The sky in the heart is illuminated by the autumn sun and becomes spacious, but if this spaciousness is used to hold sorrow and longing. Longing becomes depression. Shanni was wearing a vertical striped dress and a hand-knitted light blue vest. The sun slowly shone on her body through the withered yellow leaves. She waited and waited at that intersection. People were coming and going on the street, and there was an endless flow, except for the familiar figure that Shan Ni was looking at and waiting for. The shadow of the sun lengthened Shan Ni's figure, and the sunlight filtered through the trees in tiny patches. Shanni was disappointed and angry. She hates Lin Ping. But at the end of that hatred hangs the unseen longing. Yearnings in autumn are like streams in autumn, clear, cold, and erosive. In Shanni's dream, she had planned three days of getting along with each other as the entrance to a gorgeous love realm. The garden of future love, where birds are singing, flowers are fragrant, and the sun is shining brightly. Before the flowers and under the moon, cuddling each other, all kinds of beautiful imaginations about love were woven into the dreams of her youth. Full of beautiful love fantasies. Shanni's real life in those days was her own figure on the white wall under the light. Or standing on a cross street, facing the bustling crowd, and not knowing anyone. Shanni only reads novels. Poetry and prose are rarely read. On the balcony, looking at the lights of thousands of houses and the bright moon, squeezed by the overwhelming emotions and a touch of loneliness, Shanni suddenly felt that she had become a poet, and for the first time she had the urge to write poetry. desire. Facing the dark sky, I cried, not knowing where the passionate tears came from.