Old incident (a story about growth)
These days have no time, I have always want to do something, but I can't afford my strength. The postgraduate exam is over. The year has been over. I will read the X big in-service postgraduate, I am afraid that I have to have a company. Continued, a lot of things happened, these are the choice of my life may be a turning point of life, what is the future? I will never know, on the road of life, what kind of scenery is hidden after the next corner.
In the past days, it will often emerge in my mind, especially the days before Y big reading preparation. The environment often remembers the old days of memory in front of my eyes, time is really fast, in those memories, there is still no blurred need to make me labor, six years, I will often ask myself. However, compared to the present days, have more exciting and profound in the past, or my memory is better, or time is more than forgetting.
Open the graduation message, I heard a long sigh, looked at each page, the people and scenery in the photos seem to be yesterday, I feel that the same person can be seen. The same posture, I am smiling at me. The photos and the writing are still intact, they are slower than me.
One page is a photo alone, I heard it for a long time, I just put it into the message. It is also a photo I only have a photo, next to her atmosphere and powerful writing, there is no content, but the word is like it. People have a characteristic, although the calligraphy is not necessarily very good. In fact, I don't understand calligraphy, just as I understanded her. I remember that when she gave me a photo, I chose, there were two, and I was taken in the same position in the campus. One shot is positive, the other is the side. The front of the front, her expression is calm and brought some faint and melancholy; the side, she laughs in a cheerful. He asked me if I want? I chose her laughing, I hope she can be happy forever. Motivation is so simple, and now, whenever I look at her, I always think of another face that doesn't belong to my, maybe I choose wrong, or I should have brought two. I often have this unrealistic idea, whenever I look back ...
And her days are not long, although we are in the same major, but because of different classes, three years of days, I and her contacts are only nodded. Really impressive, only once in memory.
That is a summer holiday, there are still a few days away from the class. The people in the campus are very small. I just went to the dormitory, I heard the friends said that his fellow Song and she were talking about. On the day, I was going to the school. I saw her far away. We are in the same way, perhaps no one around, she along the roadside stone, like walking the arm, reach the arm , Focus on a light gesture. When we approached, she jumped from the stone step, lifting her head, I like me, but I am different from the weekdays, her face is filled with a cheerful smile. I also reflectively greeted, but when we missed the shoulders, I suddenly had a feeling of dizzy. I think that must be because I feel, it is a kind of happiness, I have never had a happiness.
In the campus, you can often see male and female women, I always bless them, I hope they can be happy. But this time, I suddenly envied, even a bit awkward. Because she looks like it seems to show the same brilliance, it is difficult for me to see. At that moment, like a beautiful scenery stayed in my mind. Until before graduation, we talked about the evening night. I said that the feelings said to her, but she didn't respond to my story, just low, faint singing "The past is not mentioned again ..." The semester, what happened, I can't remember. As for the destination of Song, I listened to Bin of the dormitory. What is the cause is not important, but Song has made us unexpected things, in the case of negotiating with school leaders, Song in him Outside the leased school, cut your little finger with a knife and wrote a blood book. However, this move does not change the final result. After listening to this news, everyone sighed and had a discussion. And I don't know why I suddenly remembered her, would it be with her? I am worried, but I am just a bureau, and she is just a strange girl, and our lives have not overlap.
Time will make people forget something, and the day of the campus is the annual moon, the iron, and the soldiers of the water. The student came to go, everything is often usually, those who have turned into the pond with Xiaoshi, and the days after the circle, the days will return to the past, and everyone will soon forget it, I am the same.
She and my contact began in the graduation design of the big four, because there were three classes in the same profession, and the design was not limited by the class, and the teachers of different topics took six or seven students, where they were in our teaching buildings. in. It happened to be the same at the same layer, and the design room adjacent. It is more relaxed in this time than that of the usual and complicated course and exam. Everyone often walks in the design room, come and gos to the top door, chat or play cards to do the kind of anxiety and loneliness before graduation. In the evening, when the night was quiet, everyone became a bitter as a stimulant, and she was still dry in the design room. Some people often stay at night. That time, the clearest place was in the dormitory.
One day, when I was bored in the dormitory, I came back from the design room in the same dormitory. I also took a few comics of the North Treaso. I also like to watch his comics, the style is real, easy and humorous, and a lot of beauty , Is holding my taste, so I looked at it.
I remember that when I first entered the school, I have sent two vows. First, the cigarette and alcohol is not facilitated, and the other is not to talk. Don't talk to love because my age is smaller than the people around them; and smoking wine makes my body feel pain. But in the last year, I started smoking, not doing anything else, just graduated, let me feel lonely.
The next day, I went to the West to change a few new back. He called for his face and told me that he was a meal, because the book is her, she doesn't like the shackles of the book. I laughed, I just thought she was too sensitive and did not put it on my heart.
On the afternoon, I am in a big girl in a big girl in the class, and she suddenly slammed in his face, and said to me very seriously. "Please look at my book later. When don't smoke, don't you do? "Her tone was blunt, and the people present were quiet. I suddenly felt very can't do it. Who did she take me? With this kind of training, you said with me, I really want to quarrel with her, but there is no excuse for the time being. I have to endure the cold answer of swallowing. "Well, I will pay attention!" She didn't say the second sentence and turned around. After she left, a table card was afraid that I was angry. I was scattered for a lot of time, and I didn't think of me. I said that she was this temper, six parents didn't recognize, turned her face, who is facing Not given. These words, I didn't put this thing in my heart, I have a trace of interest. My preliminary feeling about her is that there is a personality, the outer surface is indifferent, is it really like a appearance? I do not believe. I am confident that there is such a set of people, just like my own understanding, the appearance is a group and gas, the intrinsic is the rebellion and reality of Gege, and persistence on the self. This contrast is just a self-protection. I believe that my judgment, she is also such a person, for this, I hope that there will be an opportunity to get proven.
The days are usually walking, and when the graduation thesis defense is close to every day, I don't want to ask for a lot in the last time, but the opportunity is in the least expectation time to cross our live trajectory together.
With the last deadline, everyone's life has become simple and unified, exchange photos, and the graduation message takes a lot of time during the day, and the design of the day and night is designed to be home, many days of daytime, evening In the design room, the time after dinner is the most lively, and the door to chat has become the main activities. After we will continue to ten o'clock, we can calm down the impetuous mood, and use the cute candlelight for us. Inadvertently, the paper must be completed.
I parked the power that night, lectured by the old man's arrangement, I didn't have a negligibility. After I got a circle, I was estimated that I was almost worked, I entered the design room, but I found it inside. Lively, power outages and candles brightly lit up, let everyone have no time concept, play cards, listen to music, and chat. My classroom had already made a few tables of other classes, and after reading the meeting, I came to the next door, but I found out the quieter, she, and the squad leader of our class. Inside, the old kid is also sticking to the Northeast girl on the class in the first few months, and the two is like a person, it is rare to see himself today, maybe Love also needs to breathe, let's take a fake. Originally, I didn't have a good sense of '' sigui 's, and she was also coming out of the deadlock in the past few days. He recovered to the beginning of the head, but helpless, the door has been opened, and there is really nothing, and sleeps again. No, think about sleeping, time is insepass, I often have the sigh of the dead. So I pulled the chair, and two of them sat into the horns, listening to what they were talking about.
She has been very low in the day, and she has always spent the use of the school life and helpless, and the celebration is as good as a elder and coming. The concept of life is extremely realistic. In my opinion, with it is, she needs someone to solve her troubles, it is better to say that she needs a listener. Their conversation of the beginning made me feel very funny. This kind of communication is really a bit of lips to the horse's foot. At this time, I really can't admire the processes of the creation, so that two extremely different people are very Talking together, it is no wonder that this old kid sees me enthusiastically, he also has the feeling of 驴. At the beginning, I only plan to take a while for a polite, just occasionally a two sentences for their conversation. Perhaps because of my consistent practice, I am more attitude towards strange things than criticism. Her concept is more in my default, and the object of conversation is gradually become me and she. Celebrating a supporting role, and finally this old kid finally found an opportunity to get out, throw a sentence ", your thoughts need to find a psychologist solve", then I will go to find his sweet honey, the rest I and she.
The darkness of the black night is released. Rational and hypocritical, no longer need, the candlelight is gradually weak, she finds a reply point of a candle. After that, she opened the door of the soul, showing me a brand new world, pure, beautiful and colorful, and everything makes me at first, and then I found that I have been deeply attracted and indulged in it. . At this time, the communication is no longer unilaterally telling, and I also talk about many sighs and beautiful moments in my life. I am amazing discovery, my thinking is unprecedented and profound. Communication and understanding resonance let us both feel strong. Many times we describe one thing in the other party, do not need to explain the meaning of the meaning or the mood of the time, and the act of the easiest way. It is enough to make us understand the meaning. From the moment, I suddenly found that I have no longer lonely. Her eyes flicked also showed me the joy.
We talked about their own experiences, the views of the surroundings and things, the exploration of life, and the future of the future. She said that she was influenced by her mother, she felt that the university failed four years, sincerely paying a lot, and I have been in my head. When she said, she lowered her head. The shadow of the candlelight made me see her eyes, I only saw her long braids neatly combined in her face, I have a desire to reach the touch, but in the end I Or I will never reach out the idea. After a long time, she finally lifted his head. She said she wants to end this kind of life in front of her, and throws this place that can recall her memories and all known people, and start a new life. Speaking of this, her eyes revealed a firm light that made me heart - I know that we are all the same kind of person, have endless desires and pursuit of life, which is the fire that supports us. But from another point of view, I am still different from her, I am extremely intronious people, I am extremely intronious, and the evolution of life, let me get used to adopting a compromise, in order to avoid harm I put my heart, wrapped up the camouflage of layers, although I have never abandoned my heart's true pursuit; she is an uniform refusal to compromise and change, in order to dream she can give up everything, even personal Happiness and life. Perhaps because of the belief of religion, I feel that she looks at her life, it seems that she has already dedicated and sacrificed in beliefs, as she is in this world's final destination.
I have never been a very powerful person, but how can I let her go to the way that is not returned? The real pain is to look at the cherished things to destroy in front of you. I can't change the world, I can't change the laws of nature, and I can't really affect the people around you, but I just think that I can be with her in the future, protect her no longer hurt, I would rather give you everything, build a space for shelling, and watching her two dreams of our two. The sky is getting bright, the light of the thoughts and candles have gradually faded with the dawn of the dawn, and we look quietly with the sky with the light of the light, when the footsteps of the time are unable to retain, suddenly I have a strong The premonition. The trajectory of human life may be like a straight line. In the endless extension, we are looking for points that mutual intersection, but after two straight lines, follow, the coming is all, getting more and more. What will I stay after the passion burning? Perhaps the truly long companion can only be parallel lines with an eternal distance. I told her that she didn't answer.
After a long time, I always remembered that I was in front of her. I stood over the windows of the dormitory. The lush trees were looked over. I suddenly discovered that the dense leaves formed a eye to look at me. That night, I had this thing with her, she smiled and said: You are a person with a temperament of artist. At that time, I didn't understand what kind of people were in the art. I watched "Van Gogh" after many years. I know that the real artist is blindly loved to live and live in the world, with a slender feeling, The accompany is a fragile nerve and a class of people who are extremely vulnerable. They are life and art, emotional, sensible, reality and dream, contradictory, and sharp conflict. The real artists are not good. I am not such a person - maybe I have a condition, but this may be smoked by my own compromise. I use rational to treat dreams and reality, at least most of my time I do this - but until I understand this, I understand that she is such a person.
The subsequent weekend, I took the west, asked her a few girls in their classes to eat big gear, and almost dripping almost, I have been afraid, I have a lot of drink. I remember to play, we draw a wine, which is the simplest hunter, gun and bears of wine. When I was awarded me with her, we had more than seven or eight times. After a while, it was a bear on my head. After a while, it was a gun forward, and I was a hunter of my hands. Everyone smiled and couldn't go up. Finally, I can only drink algorithms together. Take later, let's go to the school side of the audio store to sing Karaoke, I have some "Love Ruyu Water", she wants me to sing with her, but drinking makes the original scorpion, I don't sing. I came up with the treble, I can only wait for half a sofa to listen to her sing, her voice is clear, beautiful, this is recognized, she sang the winner of our last campus singer game "small Bridge water "(Yunnan folk song).
On the way back to school, I wake up, I cracked Air Support, she sang with me, and we all sings the people around him returned to the dormitory. The lyrics were my feelings at the time. In the confession, I think she should be understood.
In the next week, I can't think of her almost every moment, but the opportunity we meet is interrupted because of the beginning of the graduation defense. In those days who can't see her, I have been suffering every day. I wander around every corner of the campus that she may appear every day, I hope to see her figure. On the way to the dormitory in the middle of the night, I always have to go around a long way, just because there is a girl building down, every time I will always look at the lights that are often bright in the stars and dormitory in the dormitory, I am always I think about what she is doing now, whether I have already slept, will you think of me? I often imagine every corner, will show her smile, like us, say hello to me. I quit smoke, it is for her. At the same time, I also suffer from insomnia, lying on the bed every night, turning around, always waiting until the dawn, sleeping, sleeping less than two or three, will wake up, I am afraid to lose her a chance. However, those days she seems to evaporate, disappeared outside my line.
Finally, everything is over, and each class is busy organizing graduation dinner, and the final graduation ceremony is final. I understand that I have to do it. At noon, I waited for the road to the girl building in the open water house. When I suddenly appeared in front of her, she was shocked, but quickly recovered. The look of the past, she smiled and asked me, I would like to ask us to eat, I shook my head seriously, I said, I only ask you alone, tonight. She stunned, did not answer. When I was depressed, I just went back to the head, I only heard a voice in my ear: "Tomorrow, I have something today." I almost excited to jump, I saw happiness.
I didn't know anything in the next more than 30 hours, but I was very important. I thought about my future serious thinking and planning my future. Although everything is unknown, everything is difficult.
The next night, I came to the girls down at 7:00 to wait for her, I fantasically, I will appear in front of me in a long time in my dream, and I will naturally. Taking her hand and walking together to our new starting point.
Time has never appeared in the past, and I started to have some irritability. On the road, I walked a pair of couples, more is the low-grade girl who rushed to the library or classroom preparation period, there is a common face, I can't calmly face their curious attention when I started. After a while, I finally realized how helpless camouflage of my calmness, I started to have a terrible idea, that is, she won't come, maybe she is not planning to come from at first. But I deny this idea again and again. I said to myself, the opportunity will not sympathize with those who don't have patient. I even refused to use the way to pick up or sit on the roadside to relax the legs that have already been sore, I always stand straight, waiting for the opportunity to symbolize happiness to slap the threshold. I stubbornly lifted his head staring at the balcony of her dormitory, and she didn't let her eyes let their eyes letting every look of people around them, but completely ignore or curious or surprised expressions. It's just a belief that I will support me, that is, I will have to walk here.
Over time, I suddenly realized a truth, "waiting" meaning - waiting not to endure, never should be patience, waiting for the purpose of hope, we are for hope, not for Waiting for it. Many years later, when I went back, I suddenly found that my understanding of my moment has been deeply engraved in my soul. At that time, I just wanted to wait for the result, I have to stick to it, give yourself; today I have convinced that the days I have, I will pass, because I will not give up what is the most embarrassing hope. The sky is getting darker, the street light is on, the people who go outside the dormitory will be more and more, gradually start with people returned, from less, and finally, until ten o'clock . I still stand there. Waiting seems to never have ended, and time has lost meaning.
With the closing time of the girl building, there is a pair of couples back, say goodbye to my side, meet with tomorrow. I hope that I am in it, but I am just a person who doesn't have tomorrow.
Suddenly there is a familiar boy's voice, it is incorporated into my ear. I recognize that he is Xu, is a deputy squad leader in her class. He rode on a bicycle, it is rushing over. I stopped him, asked if she saw her, he said that they were temporarily set up to eat the meal, where she was there. After that, he hurriedly hurried back. At this time, I understood the reason why she was blocked, after all, four years of the same window, who is difficult to easily cut, change me, will do that.
Understand the reason of the matter, it seems that there is no need to investigate the details. I can only return to the dormitory. But after a few steps, I suddenly ran up, I rushed to the direction of Xu Yuan, chasing two hundred meters, and then calling all the way, finally I intercept him, he hit the car, some I am strange to run over, I only said to him: "I will go with you."
After a long waiting, I have understood that some things are what I must do, some are what I must say, no matter what the results.
