May and June, the weather in Yantai is a different season, wearing short skirts during the day and coats at night. There are many students in the library who work overtime temporarily for the exam, which is a trouble for those who take the postgraduate entrance examination. There are fewer seats when there are more people.

On a sunny day, the girl listened to the song and walked slowly to the library, taking out the reference books from the top of the cupboard.

Review is boring, the hot weather makes people more irritable, and cicadas make people want to explode. Looking up, a good-looking boy came across. He looks good in clothes. He is 1.8 meters tall. He has a good figure. He feels clean.

Beautiful skin is always desirable. She watched it several times, smiled and put on headphones to listen to music.

The next day, the girl saw the boy again. "I have a good memory."

Boys also look at her. When the girl looked up again, he had already left.

There are many people in the library every day, and it is not unusual to have some regulars. It is not surprising that they meet more often. At that time, many people knew her face, but they were all strangers.

At the weekend, the girl wore a long-sleeved pink dress. She walked to the innermost seat in the east. She likes to sit in the corner, where there is no one. When turning the corner, Yu Guang glanced at the boy behind him, but he didn't respond. He walked on, feeling that he was still behind.

Later, she thought, then he saw the tattoo on her foot.

When she reached the corner, she sat down. The boy stopped and sat diagonally opposite her.

They didn't speak, and there was no interaction except eye contact. Because he is on the opposite side, girls seldom look up.

A very happy thing happened, right? One night, she skipped into the reading room and was very happy to see a boy sitting at the door. He kept looking at her, she looked at him, and he was still looking. Is it a second or two seconds? Time seems to have stopped, which cannot be ignored. A little awkward. Why doesn't he look down?

"It doesn't seem good to leave like this. I will definitely meet you again in the future." After thinking about it, my body has taken the lead. She held out her hand to greet the boy and smiled at him. The boy smiled and waved.

This is their first contact.

She likes to share a table with her roommate and sit diagonally opposite, so that there is more room opposite. Suddenly, the boy sat opposite her, and the girl saw him sit down, put the book on, and smiled at her. She smiled back and her roommate thought they knew each other.

He handed me the notebook. "Can I add your WeChat?"

A little suddenly, she saw the Korean written in her notebook and unconsciously changed the subject.

"Do you learn Korean?"

"No, I majored in English and taught myself Korean."

"Self-study? So powerful. "

"Fortunately, I also have a teacher to teach, which is not difficult."

The boy responded, "Don't keep changing the subject."

Then I became friends on WeChat. We'll meet again anyway. It's no problem to make friends, the girl thought.

He knows that she is cheerful and easy to get along with.

He knew she was wearing a ring on her index finger, but she was single.

He knew that the tattoo on her foot was actually a tattoo sticker.

He said that he would go to get a tattoo with her in the future, tattoo her name on his body and love her forever.

This is how the story will develop.

Boys fall in love with girls at first sight, and then boldly and enthusiastically express their love. His love is strange, warm and deep. He stood in front of the girl and said to her:

"I like you"

"I fell in love with you at first sight"

"I like you very much."

"I don't know why I like you so much."

"I just want to be with you"

"No, no, just being together and liking you."

He gave her a big smile analysis,

"Look, we have the right height and personality. It's good to be together. Give it a try. "

"Don't refuse me"

"I like you so much! That's very kind of you! "

"I really like you."

His smile is so beautiful and his teeth are so white. He stood in some dark halls of the library, giggling at her, pleading and telling. He looks good in jeans. When he smiles, his eyes are curved and shiny, like stars.

I like watching him laugh very much.

Boys will walk on the right side of girls and stand on the high platform in the road. They will be much taller all their lives, so they will always look down at her. The sun shone on his soft bangs, glowing, and he stood against the light, as if living in the light, and his eyes could not be ignored and he dared not look straight.

That kind of direct, open, loving, passionate, persistent, bright, fiery eyes, so aggressive, so depressed, people unconsciously avoid. Girls dare not look into such eyes, and they will feel very shy when they look at them.

"Don't look at me like that."

"What expression?" He asked with a smile.

They will walk together, drink milk tea, eat together, meet at school, chat in the library, walk in the playground at night, talk and laugh, and have a good time. Every night, WeChat chats until eleven o'clock.

He really likes laughing, talking, playing basketball, making friends and caring about people.

Time will leave the best memories and the most regrets, and then it will be a beautiful moment in retrospect.

He deleted my WeChat, and later I deleted his QQ without leaving any contact information.

How can boys be so stingy when they are angry? But this did not offset her appreciation of this move. Ben didn't owe each other, so why should he be jealous? That's his responsibility to another girl.

By the way, he never drags his feet emotionally, and he is crisp and neat.

He asked, "What expression?" She answered, but he will never know that feeling, he can't see, he is not her.

It was winter. /kloc-In October/February, the girl wore a camel coat and a red sweater. I felt and saw each other when I was about to pass the boy. Boys and girlfriends look at their mobile phones while walking, and they smile very gently and happily.

They looked at each other and never looked back.

This is the last intersection.

There is a boy. He has a good personality, white teeth, a good-looking smile and bright curved eyes, like hiding stars. He speaks English very well and is very cheerful. He loves and hates clearly. He likes a person who can be confident, proud and willful, express his feelings and feelings to you, let you see your own good, and people can't bear to refuse.

In fact, people's memory of a person will always be fixed at a certain moment in a special scene. For inexplicable reasons, you will remember it clearly. When I think of him, I will think of that photo and feel very beautiful.

When I think of him, I always think of his smile and eyes. My writing is too simple and vulgar to describe, but it exists in my mind.

I think, beautiful love is imagined by people, and then described in beautiful words, which itself is rendered with magical and gorgeous colors, but the true feelings are nothing, black and white, invisible, or even nonexistent.

Just like the fantasy journey brought by dopamine, it unconsciously brings people into one emotional whirlpool after another, making people go up and down, up and down, indulging in the dreams and abyss they have created for themselves, and then waking up one day, feeling lost and wanting to be lost forever. Listening to love songs and reading lyrics, I thought I was the heroine in fairy tales, lamenting that love is fleeting and easy to lose, mocking the love between men and women, slandering men for being careless and women for being heartless, and constantly thinking about great love.

But life is all about daily necessities. Where is the feeling, he still needs to have your favorite skin, face, muscle, material, hobby, personality and pursuit.

There will be better, and I will meet better. I will always see such smiles and eyes in another person.

If you go against the wind, there will be an exit.

I wrote it down to remind myself that I have seen such beautiful smiles and eyes.