Suddenly I felt warm around, and suddenly I found a big emerald umbrella on my head, which almost covered me. Looking back, I was surprised to see a pair of bright eyes, and the rain began to spin and drop on his face. Liu Fang knows that he is a colleague who has just been transferred to their unit, and everyone calls him Lao Lin. Liu Fang blushed. "You can't get wet in the rain." Liu Fang didn't expect Lao Lin to say this, so she was surprised, as if Lao Lin had solved a mystery. "Don't all the rain to pour? Do you like getting wet? "
In fact, Lao Lin is not old, some are ugly, some are black and some are thin. Standing there reminds people of a dead vine, a faint cry, a thin tree on a lonely journey, and the gloomy and frustrated poems written by Du Fu.
Then the conversation went on effortlessly, full of nonsense, weather, national conditions, and the breeze blowing in all directions at will, which was very refreshing and refreshing.
Bus No.3 came a long way, and Liu Fang waved her hand and got on the bus. Unexpectedly, lim also took the bus. Liu Fang inexplicably felt a burst of joy, and there were not many people in the car. They sat in cold seats and continued to communicate without saying a word. The bus stopped and Liu Fang arrived at the station. She waved. Lim is still in the car. He said there were two stops.
When they went to work the next day, they didn't talk much. They know each other, but they don't. They kept a little secret, became very happy, and then became very willing to take that car.
Get off at the bus stop and wait for the bus. Time is flowing. When the setting sun is warm, the sun shines on the people waiting for the bus, which is colorful and gives them a golden light. Lao Lin squinted in the sun and looked beautiful, like a warm painting by Van Gogh. Then the bus came and got on the bus together. Laughter and laughter on the bus. At the bus stop, Liu Fang got off first, and Lao Lin took two more stops.
Always arrive at the bus stop at about the same time, always hoping to hear the other person's voice "hey, you are here, too." Liu Fang had a very fresh mood at this moment. At home, she also smiled at leisure. Choosing vegetables, washing rice and cooking in the kitchen become as light as dancing. The jasmine flowers on the balcony are blooming and fragrant. She sang softly, "Just because I took one more look at you in the crowd, I will never forget your face-"
One day, Lao Lin talked about emotions, burning, flammability and slow heat. He said that no matter which form, the result is the same, provided that it is love at first sight, and vice versa. Liu Fang looked at the child's petal-like mouth and clear eyes, listening to his story, as if bathed in Buddha's light, but she was uneasy, hopeful and sad.
Lao Lin is a very easy-going person, and many people in the unit like to chat with him, which makes Lao Lin stand out. Lao Lin is easy-going but measured.
At first, Lao Lin always liked to find some topics to chat with Liu Fang. These are all unconstrained topics. They talked about a character in the book, ancient and modern poetry, but not about each other's family. The enthusiasm for talking makes the interior of the trunk very warm, no matter how windy it is outside. Lao Lin's voice is beautiful, clear and pure, and it sounds a little trance. At dusk, traffic and people come and go, making Lao Lin's voice sound like spring. One day, Liu Fang said to Lao Lin, "Your voice is very clear, like a spring, like a deep stream."
Lim suddenly felt a little sad when he heard this.
That day, Lao Lin also got off at the stop sign where she got off. "Shall we go together?" Fang Lin said "no", waved and left quickly, leaving lim alone in the noisy street.
The next day, they still met, still in the same car, greeting "It's windy today" and "Well, spring is like this, and there are many windy days". It's all natural, as if nothing unpleasant happened yesterday.
However, on the third, fourth and fifth days, Lao Lin did not meet Liu Fang, who often rode a bike together. He left her a message "What's wrong?" Liu Fang replied, "The class is busy." Lao Lin himself stood under the bus stop and looked at the direction of the unit, feeling dejected.
Liu Fang hid in the office and guessed that Lim had gone far, so she went downstairs to the street, but there was no familiar figure under the familiar stop sign. Liu Fang felt a pain in her heart.
At home, she still chooses vegetables and washes rice to cook, cleans up the housework and sweeps the floor. After dinner, if her husband is not at home and there are thousands of lights outside, she will turn on the desk lamp, read a book and recall the old things under the warm light. I can't read any words in the book. Recalling the days when I rode with Lim, his voice and smile seemed as if the whole room was Lim's story, which made Liu Fang feel very happy and inexplicably sad.
Liu Fang thought, maybe after a long time, Lim got used to the memory of riding without her, slowly become memories and slowly disappearing.
Sooner or later, they will inevitably meet. He passed her by, but just nodded, as if he really didn't know her. Liu Fang thought, what an affectation. Lim thinks so, too Too melodramatic. At this thought, I was relieved. Look again, it's really Naoko's suspicious neighbor, pretending everywhere and getting over it. What's the matter?
But just after waking up, Liu Fang sometimes has a great sense of emptiness. What happened to him? Will it be sad? Lao Lin got on the bus alone and was disappointed all the way.
When the sun went down, Lao Lin left a little late. He finally saw Liu Fang walk out of the unit. He turned to smoke. Liu Fang came over and said with a smile, "So you are selectively unavailable." Liu Fang was surprised, and a wisp of long hair brushed her face. She put her hands together, then slowly turned around and saw Lao Lin's eyes, clear and pure.
Liu Fang has mixed feelings. She thought everything would pass, but Lin stood there stubbornly, irrationally and unyieldingly, cutting off the way she wanted everything to pass like a child.
She doesn't know why she wants to cry. She knew that she would not be able to resist this man. His light is as dazzling, gorgeous and inescapable as the sun.
The sun is shining, Lao Lin and Liu Fang stand under the bus stop sign, like two regular trees, and then embark on the familiar No.3 bus together. Liu Fangxian got off the bus and lim watched him go. After two stops, it is the destination of Lao Lin. But during this time, it belongs to them, to them.
Bus No.3 stops, and they expect more stop signs along the way to prolong their time together. Liu Fang stared at Lao Lin's clear eyes like a child, listening to the sounds like nature, and time passed slowly, like running water.
Every time Liu Fang thinks about it, there is an empty wind in her heart. How time flies. It's over forty now. I can understand Lao Lin at a glance. In addition to the elegant poems that are innocuous, I also talk about those lost years, which are clear and slow, but many things have settled down, and then these things are picked up again in the riverbed of memory. When two people talk about middle-aged men and women, it becomes meaningful.
They have known each other for a short time, which can be called a moment in the long river of years. But at the moment of gazing at each other, I clearly heard the sound of Qianshan getting together. Perhaps this is understanding, appreciation, bosom friend and cherish. ...