After going to college, the sky seems to be bluer than before. At that time, I was a girl who liked ginkgo trees, blue skirts and often sat on the balcony reading novels.
I like being alone. I don't know why I noticed him, but for a while, I always met him, and I was nervous when I saw him walk by me casually or appear on the same occasion.
sitting in the reading room of the library, looking straight ahead, it's him again! Such a pair of shining eyes, malicious but so handsome, I know that a man should not win by his face, but I am really conquered by his face. The eyes, can see a person, unblinkingly, black eyes are dark, white eyes are cruel, and eyelashes have a sense of shyness. He is so strange. I like him.
On the evening of April 25th, 1997, when I was sitting on the balcony, he suddenly passed by. He wore a black T-shirt, a cap, and his hat was worn backwards, covering the back of his head with the duck's tongue. Holding a ball in his hand, he walked leisurely to the basketball court in the distance like a hooligan. My blue skirt was blown by the wind, and my heart melted sadly.
I ran to the basketball court and watched him play with others from a distance. They are all boys. A few people noticed me and told each other. Everyone looked at me, and he turned back several times, but he was expressionless.
They didn't boo, they just played seriously. Suddenly I felt stupid and rustic, so I left.
I decided to forget him. But in a flash, the opportunity came again. When the sports meeting was held, I saw him with a black shirt, his hat on his back, his walking posture like a hooligan, and his indifferent expression. That day, I walked with my good friend, and I told my good friend that I liked that boy.
She looked at him and said to me, "You don't look like a good person." I said, "Yes." We followed him to the position of their class. Now I can see clearly that he is in the management department, one year ahead of me.
From then on, I have a particularly good impression on the people in the management department. I smile when I see them. I really love me, love my dog, and I often practice my words and deeds, determined to make him see a perfect me whenever I meet him. I also imagine many ways to meet him, for example, I came out of the classroom with a book in my hand and he bumped into me at once; Or one day wearing a beautiful skirt, he noticed me; Or, I was hit by a car and he happened to pass by ...
But nothing I imagined happened. The real meeting is simple. I saw him again in the library that day. There was only a wooden table between us, so I wrote a note without any rhetoric, just writing my name and saying that I wanted to associate with him. I dare not look at him and put my head down on the book. Then, when I looked up and found that he had gone, I really regretted it at that time. The feeling of being rejected was that I even wanted to commit suicide for a moment, so I fell on the table, wanting to cry but unable to cry.
I didn't leave until very late, and the whole person was wet by the rain and extremely depressed. However, when I walked to the gate, I saw him sitting on the steps. He turned around, saw me, smiled and said, "Idiot!" I almost jumped with surprise, then he took me by the hand and sent me to the dormitory door. Then he asked me for my library card, tore off an inch of photos inside, put them in his pocket and left.
We are dating, and I specially put on a new skirt that I bought to meet him. I think he must also feel what I made such a grand appearance for. He smiled. I didn't go very far. When I came back, he brought me all the things I mentioned, such as detective stories, his photos and Zhang Chu's songs.
Immediately after our department visited Chengde, I missed him day and night. When I go to a strange city, I want to buy him good things, and I feel that every love song is describing us. I bought delicious figs, this ugly but extremely sweet little fruit with many tiny grains. When I came back, I watched a movie with him and ate figs, which made both of us happy and uncomfortable. This is the taste of first love. On the way back, we walked under a big locust tree, and we looked at each other. His eyes looked hostile again, but I suddenly laughed and thought how two people could kiss with their mouths full of fig seeds, so I turned away.
I asked him, "Ouyang Zi, do you love me?" He said: I don't know, I don't know. He just looked at me with his eyes and smiled. Then one day, he came to me and told me that his old girlfriend was back and he was with her. At that time, I stood in front of him and didn't slap him gracefully like the girl in the movie. I was so angry that I grabbed the stone on the ground and hit him. He was stabbed in the chest, but he left silently without saying a word, but I was hurt a lot in tears.
I went back to my dull reading career. He never let me see him again, yes, what's the need to meet? I should have a hunch about someone like him. Why does he only have one girl in his life? And what I need is gentle and lasting love, which is just the opposite of what he can give me. That afternoon, I was sitting on the balcony reading a book, and suddenly I shed tears. Time passed quickly and he graduated.
It was the day when the graduates left school. The dormitory was a mess. Some people were crying, some were eating, and some were going to study for themselves. That night, he suddenly appeared. I was the only one in our dormitory that night. He pushed the door and came in, and without saying a word, he carried me out.
We walked under the locust tree in the cinema. He pushed me down on the trunk and said, Zhen Qin, I want to kiss you. I didn't struggle, just closed my eyes gently and asked him, "Ouyang Zi, do you love me?" At that time, I realized that I had always loved him unwillingly. His breath sprayed on my face, close at hand, but suddenly gone. He let me go and didn't answer my question. He just said to me, "Idiot." After this time, I think I gave up, and suddenly I will wisely analyze my relationship with him-I am just a toy when he is lonely, and he is just teasing me. Think like this, when I graduate, I have a boyfriend, the son of the principal. Because he likes me and his father likes him, we all stayed in school, and we will soon get married and live in the small building with four rooms and two halls and a garden.
My life is easy and boring. I just need to call the students' names in the classroom every Monday, draw a red line under the names of the students who have not come, and I won't try to rectify it like other counselors. I am a famous weak faction and very popular with students.
How time flies! In a blink of an eye, another batch of freshmen came to report for duty. On the day of the student conference in the department, I suddenly saw the word Ouyang Quan among many people's names. When I called him, he stood up, and I was shocked.
Of course it's not Ouyang Zi's copy. Xiaoquan is Xiaoquan, a distant relative of Ouyang Zi, a lively and talkative child. He told me that Ouyang Zi is very happy now.
That's how I found out about Ouyang Zi through Xiaoquan. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help myself. Later, when I was on a business trip, I went to his hometown.
I went to Ouyang Zi's office according to the address Xiao Quan gave me. When he saw me, he smiled at me. He came out of the office and the sun shone on his shoulder. We just had nothing to say. He finally took me to his house for dinner.
They already have a child, and their life is very good and plain. His wife obviously doesn't know my past with Ouyang Zi, and she treats me warmly. After dinner, it's time for me to go, but I never got a word and a kiss that I thought of many years ago.
sometimes I am very stubborn. I ask Ouyang Zi to see me off. Walking on the road, I asked him, Ouyang Zi, do you love me or not? Why did you become like this? He was suddenly anxious and said, what do you want me to say? I got pregnant in college, so I can't be irresponsible. I only love her all my life, and I have decided! I don't love you at all.
people say that most people's first love is a failure, and I am just an ordinary person, so how can I be spared?
It was March 2, a spring afternoon, when the school was cleaning. When I passed the classroom, my first-grade classmates suddenly called out to me. They pulled me to an old desk, which was placed in the last row of the classroom and had been bitten by moths, but the words on it were still clear. I saw my name and some crooked handwriting. I love you. How could I not love you? I just regret doing something wrong. The punishment it brings is that I can never kiss the person I really love or live with her.
at the back, there is a big lip print, which is printed on the lip print drawn by another red ballpoint pen.
The students clapped their hands, and I smiled in the kindness of the children.
"Whose prank is this?" I said. But I turned around and shed tears.