Love always appears inadvertently. God will not treat everyone badly. Perhaps from birth, your partner is destined to appear one day in your life. Take a look at the girl below. How does the master do it?
The sound of love
Dusk, dusk in late spring, the sunset is like weaving. I sat on a bench on campus and read a book. My thoughts were like falling flowers, and I didn’t know where they were going. At this moment, a voice quietly sounded: "Meet the person you meet among millions of people. In the endless wilderness of time in millions of years, there is no step early or one step late. You just catch up." , there is nothing else to say, I can only ask softly: Oh, are you here too?"
This is the school radio station reading a prose by Taiwanese female writer Zhang Ailing. Such a wonderful voice, full of beauty and fantasy, like the singing of a nightingale, echoed in every corner of the campus, and touched my heart so accurately. I think that if a girl can have such a wonderful voice, she must be a pure and beautiful girl.
Every Monday afternoon, that voice will ring on time. Compared with other voices, she does not tell jokes or broadcast news. She only tells touching stories and recites beautiful prose. As if there is a date in the soul, every time she speaks can touch and fascinate me. Finally one day, I realized that I had fallen hopelessly in love with her. To be precise, I fell in love with a voice. It's really unbelievable. I want to convince myself, but I can't. Whenever this sound sounds, I will drop everything and indulge in it.
At this time, I had an eager desire to get to know this girl with a beautiful voice.
One day, in the conference room of the literary club on the fifth floor, as the president of the literary club, I lied that the literary club was going to hold a poetry recitation and was looking for two hosts. "Who broadcasts on the school radio station every Monday afternoon? She has a good voice." I asked Huang Hai, the vice president and "best friend", pretending to be casual. An hour later, Huang Hai told me her name was Xin Ling, but other than that, he knew nothing. A voice coupled with a name remains a mystery.
It is impossible to go to her directly, that would expose the target too much, and the young heart is so sensitive and fragile. It's better to keep a sense of mystery. I comforted myself like this, because if I were disappointed when I met, or if the girl was already known and married, I didn't know where to start talking about it, how embarrassing it would be. You must think of a foolproof plan.
Huang Hai is indeed a good friend, and he never forgets the recital. One day, Huang Hai said: "I have informed many people, and they have promised to support you. You can't betray me!" I had no intention of spending a lot of energy on holding a poetry recital. Those voices had nothing to do with love. But Huang Hai actually informed many people quite generously. I was on the verge of an arrow and had to take action, so I had to say: "In that case, you can inform some more people, initially in one month. However, I don't have much." Time to prepare, everything will be left to you." Huang Hai beamed with joy and immediately assured me: "No problem! I promise to complete the task!" I paused and deliberately emphasized the important part: "But the female host is the key. You must do what I want." Huang Hai nodded at me understandingly, obviously he understood what I meant.
What I mean is that since the matter has come to this, it is better to make mistakes. Reciting poems will induce Xin Ling to appear. From an uncertain voice to a real person, I must equip myself with the ability to cope with various situations. I must not be nervous or sweaty, nor can I be overwhelmed and lose my grace. This ability requires firstly training, and secondly, my various imaginations of possible encounter scenes to achieve confidence. After some careful planning, I imagined three possibilities for meeting.
The Voice of Love
First, as the president of the literary club, I went to her class to find her - I dressed up, found her classroom, and stood in the classroom at the front door. A boy walked out of the classroom, and I said to him politely: "I'm sorry, classmate! Could you please call me Xin Ling?" The boy looked at me with doubts, his eyes full of questions and guesses. . I smiled calmly, with a businesslike look, and warned myself: I had no evil intentions, so why were I afraid of him? The boy couldn't see what my intentions were, so he nodded at me, and then shouted into the classroom: "Xin Ling, Someone is looking for you!"
Xin Ling ran out of the classroom like a cheerful bird. She was exactly as I imagined, even better. Seeing me, Xin Ling was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Excuse me, who are you -" I quickly introduced myself and said: "Ms. Xin Ling, hello! I am the president of the literary club. That's it, our literary club is going to We are holding a poetry recital and we are short of a female host. We have heard of your name for a long time. If you are convenient, we sincerely invite you to join us."
I saw two red clouds flying up to Xin Ling. With a smile on her face, she said with some embarrassment: "Thank you for the compliment, can I do it?"
My heart bloomed like a flower. I nodded hurriedly and said, "Of course you can do it! I think it's you!" Xin Ling nodded shyly and said, "Then what should I do now?"
Do something It doesn't matter what it is, what's important is that we already have a great start.
But I couldn't reveal even the slightest bit of such thoughts. I said seriously: "Of course you want to familiarize yourself with the recital program and memorize the lines with me. Let's start in the afternoon, okay?" I couldn't wait.
Xin Ling nodded as I wished. Things went so well, I was so happy that I wanted to sing. --But this is only the first possibility. There is a second possibility that I must be fully prepared for. At the beginning, I didn't show up and asked Huang Hai to ask Xin Ling to be the host. I sat in the audience as a judge and secretly observed her every move.
The recital began, and the multifunctional hall that could accommodate more than a thousand people was packed with seats. It was an unprecedented event. As soon as the lights turned on and the music started playing, a girl with a classical charm wearing a cheongsam came onto the stage. She was like a flowing poem shining brightly under the lights. She opened her red lips lightly and said: "Dear guests and classmates, there is no need to listen to what is said below. Yes, she is the voice that makes me obsessed. She is Xin Ling! She really did not disappoint me, full of energy and not ostentatious, She was as quiet as a wandering cloud and looking forward to her appearance. I was overjoyed and couldn't take my eyes off the beauty flowing in her movements.
As soon as the recital was over, I hurried forward and walked to Xin Ling solemnly. Said to her: "On behalf of the Literary Society and all supporters of the reading, I would like to thank Miss Xin Ling for her strong support. Because of your participation, our recital was a complete success. Xin Ling smiled as brightly as a flower and said, "You're too polite. We should support each other! You're too polite and it makes us seem alienated." "At this time, I will invite Mr. Xin Ling to dinner at the right time to express my gratitude. Of course, there will also be the male host, Huang Hai and other co-organizers. This is a natural thing and will never make Xin Ling suspicious. . The next thing will be much simpler. Things have made a good start. Are you afraid that there will be no expected ending?
However, these are only the first two of the three possibilities, maybe The most likely possibility is the third possibility.
--I took the notice I had already written and walked to the second floor and knocked on the door of the studio on Monday afternoon. A girl wearing jeans and a casual shirt was playing with the stereo with her head down. I said to her: "Please broadcast the announcement of our literary club." "The girl raised her head, and my eyes lit up. Such a pure and lovely girl, who else could she be besides Xin Ling? The girl quickly read the notice and asked softly: "Your literary club is looking for a host, I don't know. What conditions are required? "The sweet voice is the one that moved me. I pretended to be calm and said: "The two necessary conditions are that the voice must be pure and beautiful, and the appearance must be correct. "
The girl lowered her head, as if she was about to say something. I looked at her calmly, watching the development of the situation. Finally she raised her head and said intermittently: "Look, you Look at me, can I?"
The Voice of Love
I was busy thinking and suddenly realized: "How stupid! Why didn't I find you as the best candidate? There is no need to broadcast the notice. , the female host is you!"
"Can I do it?" The girl's eyes flashed with doubts about lack of confidence. "How about this," I took her words, followed suit, and said: "We You can practice it first. After you finish broadcasting, come to our class to find me, okay?" The girl nodded in panic, forgetting to even say thank you. I wouldn't care about this, suppressed the ecstasy in my heart, and fled the studio as fast as flying. Things It took me nearly a month to come up with these three brilliant ideas: I thought with great joy. : Now I can ensure that everything is foolproof, but then I thought about it, which method should I use?
While I was sitting in the dormitory, thinking hard, Huang Hai opened the door and said with a smile: "I have informed all units that the poetry recital will officially start tomorrow afternoon! "Tomorrow afternoon! It's so fast, it caught me off guard. I asked eagerly: "Are you all ready? Have you found the host?"
After getting Huang Hai's affirmative answer, I tentatively asked: "Is the female host...that voice?" Huang Hai nodded without hesitation and said: "No problem, I guarantee your satisfaction!" I secretly I wiped the sweat from my forehead. It seemed that I was too nervous. I think Huang Hai knew it well and had already arranged everything for me.
Everything was as I imagined, the event was unprecedented and the seats were packed. The lights were turned on, the music started, and the two hosts walked lightly to the stage. When I took a closer look, the male host in a suit and leather jacket with a handsome face almost fainted. It is Huang Hai, and the female host with long hair and a short skirt beside him is actually Liu Liu, whom Huang Hai has been chasing for so long! The truth is revealed! Huang Hai, no wonder you are so enthusiastic and enthusiastic. It turns out you have ulterior motives and want to take advantage of this opportunity. I was so attentive to win the girl's heart. I was so angry and gnashing my teeth with hatred that all my efforts and beautiful fantasies were in vain because of Huang Hai's selfishness. The lovers chatted and laughed on the stage and flirted with each other.
I was so disappointed and discouraged that I had no intention of listening to all the recitations, so I just took care of it.
It took me a month to come up with three clever ways to win people's hearts, but they were all rejected by Huang Hai. How could it not be frustrating and sad? The joy on and off stage was no longer available to me, and I felt like I was a lonely bystander. .
Just when I was feeling disheartened and infinitely melancholy, I suddenly heard the yellow poster screen: "Now please listen to the poem recitation "I Like This Time in Spring", written by Cui Hao and recited by Xin Ling!" Is it true? I suspected that I was hallucinating! But the girl who walked onto the stage happily like a bird was the girl I had described and imagined countless times. She suddenly appeared in front of me in real life, matching that voice. Two become one, so magical and wonderful.
I was so happy that I almost jumped up. What could be more exciting, exciting and even a little flattering than this? When you are in despair, the girl of your dreams is here. Appear in front of you when you are unprepared; when you find that the girl you imagined countless times is more moving than you imagined; when the voice of love you have been waiting for finally sounds, and, what she recited is exactly Your own work is from the summer of 1999, when the sun was blazing in Shijiazhuang. Fragments of sunshine filled the campus trees, and the voice of love sounded beside me: "Is all this true? Were you really so happy and excited at that time?" Xin Ling flashed her charming big eyes.
"It's absolutely true! At that moment I heard the sound of flowers blooming, as long as sunshine and as melodious as flowing water. It was the most beautiful and unparalleled sound I have ever heard in my life!" I say that with absolute certainty.