After bidding farewell to my mother, I embarked on a train to Huai 'an, where my cousin worked.
Sitting on the train, unfamiliar environment, noisy crowd, chaotic atmosphere, it is easy to make people sleepy, but my spirit is unprecedentedly excited, because the loud voice from the earphone makes me immersed in my own world. In this situation, I saw her.
I always thought I belonged to Qinglong. I have liked many girls since junior high school, but I have never been in love once. After years of humble existence, I decided never to fall in love again. I still remember that I was having a math class on the day I made my decision. The bald teacher on the podium vomited all around, and the girl I liked was smiling at the blackboard and holding hands with a boy under the desk. I completely collapsed and swore a dirty word.
The girl in the car lowered her head and her white headphones were hidden in her long black hair. She nodded gently to the melody of the music. I also saw her with a lollipop in her mouth, licking her mouth and reading a magazine intently. I can't see what it is, and it's hard to describe her. In a word, she is a very beautiful girl.
I don't know why, but I like girls who laugh lightly and speak softly. I call these girls cats. I think lazy and lovely animals are just like them. Once, I confessed to such a girl. After a long time, I forgot many things, but I can't forget the scene of confession. She turned gently and left slowly, as if there was nothing to spare. The cat left my life without saying goodbye.
The Girl on the Train was still licking the lollipop, and the color of the candy gradually changed. I am annoyed by the stagnation of my thinking and amazed at the speed at which she eats lollipops. She is still reading, and I am immersed in reading, but I look up at her from time to time. Maybe I saw something interesting. Through the gap in her hair, I saw her mouth slightly upturned and only smiled gently. The whole world came to life. Seeing her lovely appearance reminds me of a word called "confession".
Confession is the starting point for many people, including me. The only difference is that they started with happiness, while I started with pain. In a sense, confession is a milestone for me, ending a secret love and starting a secret love, and the disdain of every girl after listening to my confession is enough to make people suffer for a lifetime. Still, I like it.
A strong wind blew from the window, passed through the girl's hair and floated to my side, leaving only a faint fragrance. I had the urge to rush up to talk to her several times, but I finally resisted. With my strong willpower and lessons from previous failed talks, I successfully suppressed hormone uprisings again and again.
The girl closed the book and began to sleep at her desk. The afterglow of the sunset reflected obliquely on her through the window, looking like a faint halo, much like a princess in a fairy tale. Her long hair was casually draped, like a dense waterfall, covering her face.
Recalling so many painful memories, I was a little tired, so I looked at her at my desk and fell asleep unconsciously.
A long time ago, I always dreamed of a girl, over and over again, sometimes for several nights. In the dream, she sometimes laughs, sometimes cries, sometimes gets angry, and sits somewhere without saying a word; Sometimes she goes crazy and runs around, and I can't catch up with her.
In reality, the girl in this dream has existed. Maybe she is my "dream lover". A very good girl, very distressing, often does stupid things. She once liked a boy and gave him a lot, but for various reasons, she broke up. She wants to forget him, but she persistently collects bits and pieces about him in her memory, which often makes her immersed in pain, you know. Nothing is more sad than a sad girl. I can't help it, because I am just an ordinary boy, without tall figure, handsome appearance, excellent grades and full of talents. There is no way to make that girl forget him in 0.0 1 second and then fall in love with me. What I can't do is to give up after all, otherwise that kind of person is called stupid X.
Yo! I woke up from my dream, but I bumped into the tempered glass of the train, rubbed my dizzy head and opened my sleepy eyes.
The train has stopped and the passengers are like a group of crazy beasts. Men, women and children can't wait to pick up their travel bags, old or new, big or small, and rush to one end of the carriage. I hurried to look for the girl in the gap of the crowd. Fortunately, she still sat there, hurriedly rolled up her headphones, unzipped her schoolbag, and stuffed the books on the desk and some lollipops I hadn't had time to eat into her schoolbag. After packing everything, she put on her backpack and turned away, yawning casually, showing a few white teeth like a little lion. The bangs on his forehead cover his face and occasionally shake it mischievously. I squatted on the table and watched her squeeze into the crowd and slowly got off the train.
Alas, it's like this again: every girl I like will be like a meteor, which will cross my sky in a chaotic and short time and then disappear. The splendor of the sky is like a flash in the pan, too beautiful to be true. I remember it very clearly. From beginning to end, I didn't look at her carefully or talk to her. I just looked at her from a distance like a stranger. I believe in the feeling of "love at first sight". I have a crush on her in my heart, but how can she know? Know that this line was written by her. If it's only the first time, why leave sentimentally? But I, as a stranger, can't forget her. Should I forget her? I don't know.
From the loudspeaker came the sweet voice of the conductor: "This train has stopped at Huai 'an South Station, please get on the bus ..." I froze for two seconds and took out my ticket. I also got off at Huai 'an South Station and put down my ticket. Suddenly I felt ecstatic and reborn after the robbery. I packed my luggage, and I was the only one left in the carriage. When I got off the train, I found that the people who had just got off almost completely disappeared at the ticket gate.
The female ticket inspector wearing lipstick and perfume impatiently tore up the train ticket and urged me to come out. I finally got out of the train station with my luggage and looked around. I wanted to see the girl again, but I found my cousin running to me. It turns out that my mother called him. He pulled me into the taxi with excessive enthusiasm and kept asking questions. I answered absently, but I thought deeply about the girl. I thought I would never see her again. Actually, it's true.
But how did the story of Toad Fairy end so boring? I think we should add an episode, because after a long time, I thought of an essay called Journey. This trip should be like this in the eyes of girls:
I was sitting on the train and my music was absent-minded. That boy over there seems to have been secretly looking at me, and suddenly his heart is as sweet as a lollipop in his mouth. There seems to be a little inferiority in his eyes, a little confusion, a little sadness, but more, like a warm joy; My heart suddenly beats like a deer. I seem to like him. That short, chubby boy who keeps taking notes ... I stood at the gate of the railway station and watched him dragging a lot of luggage. He looks like a bear. I was just about to walk up when I saw a man rushing over and pulling him into a taxi. I should know them. I stood there and watched the taxi drive away until it disappeared.
The first confession in my life ended like this. ...