love,
Love at first sight started under the lights of the street
Hardened in the vast sea of people, the sadness and depression that cannot be found
In the overlapping of spring and autumn, the unswerving dedication and infatuation of a lifetime
In the blink of an eye, I suddenly awakened when I looked back.
But already in the leaves
Love has become eternal scene after scene in the world.
"Light in my heart the evening star of rest and then let the night whisper to me of love."
The exaggerated and artificial chanting on the balcony keeps floating into the crowded living room where the place is too small and there are too many things.
"Sister, if you really want to pretend to be a literary young talented girl, please concentrate on reading it." Sister's delicate, even lighter, veiled sound makes the already poorly lit living room even more gloomy and gloomy. I was shivering while watching cartoons while sitting in the living room.
"What nonsense are you talking about, I'm very attentive." The sister went into the living room unconvinced and squeezed the book in her hand, holding her chest up and her head up in a myth.
"Well, it's a bit of style, and after another effort, the poetic temperament will come out." I said.
After being teased by me, my sister chuckled, as if the martial arts master vented his anger, it would be difficult to form a butt and squat on the sofa next to me.
"Can't figure it out."
"If you can't figure it out, don't think about it."
My sister glared at me, and continued to express her opinions: "It is just that the poet finds his own troubles, and it has caused generations of great young people to accompany her to heartbroken. It is a sin. She is going to be born in this era, and there must be a man following her-now Men are cheap."
"There is an uncheap around you." I pointed to the bridge of my nose. She just broke up with her boyfriend who had been together for two years not long ago, and a broken-up woman needs to be tolerated.
The fuse finally ignited at this moment, I hate watching anime too much, and forgot to be cautious.
"Just because you are not cheap, you are still a bachelor and a virgin now." Like a precision radar locator, she immediately pinpointed the attack point. "You are in your senior year, and you haven't brought a girl home. Everyone has played a truckload of high school students."
I lamented and complained: "Sister, your brother, I don't have the ability to play, and I can't play it."
"why not!"
My fingers paused and the claws pinched my chin, swaying left and right: "Big eyes, straight nose, round jaw, wide forehead, well-proportioned figure, handsome guy."
I acted as a discouraged woman: "I have no masculinity--"
In anger, the old lady knocked me with a book. "After you look so good, you can't fall in love at once, and you still watch cartoons when you are in your twenties. Girls need to wake her up in the morning and take her home at night. ..."
"That's a fly."
"Girls like flies. She tells you to go east and never walk north to south, tell you to stand and never sit and lie down." The sister said that she was dancing, so I held her down and was about to go into the air. Waving hands. "Sister, are you talking about your boyfriend?"
She paused for a second, and then simply replied, "Yes."
I stretched my waist and stood up straight: "If I want to pick, I must pick something different from your hobbies."
ha? The sister stared beautifully.
I carried my schoolbag from the room, put on my shoes, and smiled at my old sister who considers herself the nemesis of a charming man:
"I'm looking for someone who doesn't have a flies hobby."
"Liam, you brat, don't run!"
Close the door, sister's lion roar is also powerful.
***
School is a very peculiar place, especially in universities, there are people who drive sports cars to school, and some who clean the classrooms all day long on weekends and work-study, but no matter what, everyone is sitting in the same classroom. This is the freedom of this society.
The campus on Sunday is more lively than usual. On the motorcycle and on the bicycle, a pair of handsome guys and beautiful women laughed and passed by, making passers-by look at the beautiful scenery in a daze.
Sweeping at myself walking on the road, white T-shirt and blue jeans, I look average, and I am of average height and family background. I am really average. If you use a high-power microscope to observe it, I am afraid that only my pair of legs, which are 0.01 cm longer than others, are slightly special.
If you are ten centimeters taller, you will be the best model, and my sister often blames me.
How could I be ten centimeters taller for no reason.
So I can only be an ordinary college student.
I walked along the school road in the shade of trees while blowing a whistle. On a cloudless summer day, the sky was as blue as a good crystal. I stretched out my hand toward it along the sun and squeezed it in the air, as if I could crush the pure blue crystal in my hand as long as I was happy.
But I won't, it's what the heroes of the world did. I am an ordinary person willing to be ordinary.
What started to make me feel extraordinary was a man named Felix Deron.
The lights on the streets of summer night are far more gorgeous and fascinating than the stars in the sky that have been contaminated by human civilization. After watching the movie, I parted ways with my classmates and sent the girls who were friends with other schools home. It seemed that we had eaten too much, and neither of us was in a hurry to walk.
The city s usual traffic order is in order. It is rare that there will be such a serious traffic jam at night like this. While walking and admiring the rare and spectacular lineup, watching the usual majestic machines paralyzed, it is difficult to move.
Walking is the fastest at this time.
At the end of the long snake formation, a car came and stopped in front of us helplessly. The very noble car, the slightly trembling goddess, instantly caught my eyes.
Rolls Royce. I can only get a glimpse of my demeanor in magazines, but now that the real body appears, how can I miss it.
Before I could admire the famous car up close, the door quietly opened like a closed scallop. A man walked down the car.
His eyes are so bright that the flashing lights on the whole street have become cheap decorations in my eyes. God is really willing to take the time to create such a person. The shadow of the lights on the street cast fluttering phantoms on his face that could not pick out any defects, and his whole person was radiant in that phantom, brilliant and graceful and charming.
"Not to pick me up." With his lips tightly closed, he spoke with a pleasant coldness. The low magnetism stunned me, and I was fixed by this man.
Watching him step off the car gracefully and picturesquely, for a second, I completely forgot the existence of the surrounding world.
When he passed by me, he inadvertently shook off the hair that was blown away by the wind, and the wind was as light as a wicker flower.
He walked past me indifferently, coldly and gracefully. I was so drunk, regardless of my stupidity, I insisted on chasing his profile and back with my eyes. Watching him walking through the crowded traffic, calmly and leisurely strolling along the path in his own garden, I don't care that he has become the most dazzling point in this long stream of lights. He lifted his foot and floated in the traffic of people, like an arrogant king, leaving behind all his eyes that contained admiration, stunning and jealous like fire.
A depressed low scream pulled me back from the stupid appearance, only to find that the girl next to me was flushing with excitement, covering her mouth towards the place where my eyes had just retracted.
"It seems to be dreaming. It's so unreal. I can meet him in the street like this." She knew him.
"Who is he?" I asked.
"The eldest son of the Deron family, Felix Deron."
Deron family? Gangsters, celebrities, business giants, political figures?
I looked forward, where the light was shining, and the figure that was frozen by me was still visible.
People are really weird sometimes. This man appeared in my life for only a few minutes, not even as long as the girl next to me stayed. But looking at his figure that hasn't completely disappeared, I have a shallow desire to see him again in my heart, eagerly eager to get close to him.
My heart is beating, excitement is hard to suppress, but melancholy. I have never had this kind of emotion in 20 years before. But there is another kind of heartfelt insight of "traveling all over the world without finding a place, now it is close at hand."
This man... he was a heavy stray bullet, which blew up with a sudden force of the dinosaur shell that had been tightly enclosing me for many years, exposing me naked and uncovered in the air.
This night, I had the most unforgettable encounter in my life, and also got an opportunity to let me see myself thoroughly.
Excited! Unspeakable!
I haven't had any girlfriend in 20 years. It's not that I hated girls to such an extent. In fact, I was more popular with girls when I was in high school. But at that time, one mind wanted to be admitted to a good school. When I went to university, I coveted a generous scholarship and stayed in the library every day. Most people who go to the library are studying.
I explained to myself that I am not a genius and I have to be willing to work hard if I want to get a first-class scholarship.
I always think that academics, scholarships, and girlfriends cannot have both. I must give up one of them. But the facts are quite different. I reversed right and wrong and confused black and white.
I finally found that I was still different from ordinary people after all.
I see. I don't love women.
When I was twenty, a man named Felix told me. A... dazzling in the street lights, like a star, and a man who is as cold as an emperor.
