Article | There is a South Wind in the South
Bai Luomei wrote in the book:
"All encounters in the world are reunions after a long separation."
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So I understand that the beginning of the story is always like this, just at the right time and caught off guard. The ending of the story is always like this, two flowers bloom, separated by the sky.
I know a girl, her name is Ning Jiayin, which means Jia in beauty and Yin in Junyin. "So I climbed up to the stage, listened to Junyin, looked at Xuanjun, looked into the long forest, chased cunning beasts, and killed light birds." It was Junyin who was talking about it.
I have been in love with her my whole youth, she is a graceful lady, I am a gentleman, I am so haggard because of her, but after all, I did not wait to look back.
I like hosting and reciting. Everyone has dreams, and so do I. Not ambitious, not ambitious. Slowly work towards your main playback direction, that's all.
I have always been on the road. Ever since I was a child, I would never let go of the opportunity to host and recite. I am unruly and unruly, and I am also hardworking.
One summer two years ago, I met Ning Jiayin at the Chinese Poetry Recitation Competition.
I can still clearly remember that she was wearing a long white dress, with long hair reaching her waist, and the broken hair on her temples was pinned behind her ears with a simple hairpin. She has double eyelids and big eyes, and she didn’t wear lipstick that day. From the moment the flashlight hit her face on stage, I fell in love with her.
I heard the boy behind me pointing at Ning Jiayin: "This girl is so pretty, which class is she in?"
"I've never seen her before, she must not be from our college."
I couldn't help but feel a chill in my heart. These days, good-looking people are always remembered easily. I wonder if she has a boyfriend.
I heard people say that if you like someone, you should never stop lip-synching for years, and don’t let your life have any regrets. If you like it, express it.
Before Ning Jiayin came off the stage, I kept watching her walking towards the exit. When I saw her walking out of the classroom, I was only one meter away from her and stopped her: "Ning Jiayin."
I still remember the way she looked back, with her flowing hair and shy smile. Confused face: "Excuse me, who are you?"
That's how I met her. That was the first time I asked a female classmate for QQ, saying that I wanted to be a good friend with her. But I didn't confess.
It was also at that time that I discovered how humble it is to like someone. You shine in front of others, but pale in front of her.
In today’s terms, I flirted with her first.
Say good morning and good night every day, and tell some jokes. As a straight man who can no longer be straight, although I always talk to death, fortunately she also says good morning and good night to me.
I think she should know that I like her, but I just didn’t pierce the layer of paper.
Because the situation seemed very awkward for a time, I turned to her space in the following days and read hundreds of her comments over and over again.
It can be found from her space that she has many friends, and one comment can have more than 100 likes. It's just that she doesn't interact often, and he rarely replies to other people's comments, unlike me, who answers all questions and comments.
I have researched all the tricky people one by one. When I enter the space, I can see if they are male or female, if there are any photos, and what the content is.
I sneaked around for a week, almost maxing out the space, before I could be sure that she didn’t have a boyfriend. After studying the relationship between each of my friends and her, I couldn't help but raise the corners of my mouth and slap the wall in the dormitory, "Hahaha."
Now that I think about it, I am really stupid. Yes, why don't you just ask her outright if you have a boyfriend, and why don't you tell her you like her outright. Maybe it's like Zhang Ailing said, if you like someone, you can be as low as dust.
Later, when the school hosted activities, I would send them to her as soon as possible, and then encourage her to participate. After all, she is really good at broadcasting.
If it’s encouragement, it’s better to say it’s conspiracy. Because she signed up, I will definitely sign up too, so we have more topics to talk about.
It seems like a childish behavior, but I really did it, and again and again. This is a process, and I am still grateful for it, which has made me a little mature now.
With her love for hosting, the most important thing is her strong heart under her soft appearance.
In every event, she will be the female host, and I have to PK out all the male hosts. Trying my best, desperate, that is the best word to describe my state.
So every time I could stand on the stage with her, she stood next to me, and I would make a gesture to let her go first every time. I have thought many times how great it would be if we were a couple.
Even if I can't give her a future, I can still accompany her well now.
I also confessed my love.
Even if the moth's soul is extinguished, it will throw itself into the fire to perish. Some people ask whether the moth is worth it, and some say the moth is stupid. Only I know that when you are concerned, you will not be rational.
I also want to maintain the relationship as a friend. When she truly accepts me, I will give her a hug.
Others embraced the whole class for one person, but I pushed everyone away for one person.
The first confession may be just a simple expression of feelings. Late at night, I sent a long, long text, saying that I liked her, and that I loved her deeply.
The reason for her refusal was also very simple. She didn't want to fall in love so early. She wanted to improve herself first before finding her partner. He also said that we should be friends first.
After being mourned for several days, I regained my strength and was as good to her as ever. When she smiles at me, I can be happy for many days. I thought that as long as I liked her enough, she would definitely come back.
The second time he confessed his love was because another boy was chasing him. I was upset and panicked. Still at night, I called her and told her that I had not given up. Can we be together?
I still got rejected, even though I guessed the outcome. When I actually heard her say the word "can't", I was still confused.
I still remember drinking a lot of wine that night.
I recalled all my love for her. From the first time I saw her in the reading competition to the "no" on the phone, I have always been humble.
Sincerely, sincerely.
I like her enough to keep working hard for her, I like her enough to treat her better than myself, I like her enough to forget myself. In my youth, I did everything I liked others to do.
I always feel that if I like you more, you can look at me more.
I always feel that if I treat you better, you can look back at me.
After that day, I told myself not to like someone anymore.
But two days ago, someone mentioned to me that I like her, and the first thing that came to my mind was her figure with long hair reaching her waist.
I think it's like Huan Zheng in "Reply 1988", who liked Deshan for so many years, but finally lost to that traffic light.
No matter what the annoyance, no matter the regret.
There are many likes, but they cannot be exchanged for "together".