The world in the sunglasses is black, just like my mood. Wang Feng's inspirational songs are playing in the store, which can be regarded as the occasion. I dragged my injured foot and moved step by step.
I have walked this road too many times, but now I find it is long. Never embarrassed, but used to laugh happier than anyone else, repeatedly humming the same sentence of a song, I try my best to show that I am very good, but also hide my fragility.
The speed is really too slow, just take out the mobile phone, look at the dynamic, there is a special concern, is Tang Nuo. I have been chasing Donald for almost a year, and I have been in love with him since I first met him. He is also a popular figure in the school, not only handsome, but also good at learning. Such boys are naturally in demand in this college dominated by girls. If you do the statistics, it is estimated that the girls who like him can really line up from the dormitory to the classroom. I don't know if I'm lucky or unlucky. I became one of these people.
He likes to travel. Everywhere he goes, he takes pictures and sends them to the space. In order to have a chat with him, I have carefully learned about the history, legends and introductions of every place he has visited. For this reason, Han Feng also made fun of me. However, in the end, he said that none of these were important and extinguished all my enthusiasm. However, Han Feng and I talked a lot about this topic and asked me where I like best and where the architecture attracts me the most.
He is still so handsome in the picture, even if it is a sea of people, he can always become a focus that can not be ignored. In the past, when I saw his photos, I would keep them silently, and my photo album was almost full of his photos. When I have nothing to do or don't want to listen to the class, I like to take it out and look through it one by one. Bright smile, handsome face, to me is the most beautiful scenery, I always thought that this is love, always thinking about each other, even if just looking at each other's photos will smile. I don't know why, but now I feel dazzling.
When people are fragile, they always like to deny everything, just like me now. I don't know whether my pay this year is worth it or not. Can love really not care about paying? Is it true that love is happiness?
I want to get his attention, press the keyboard to send a message: "really bad luck, accidentally sprained my ankle, very painful." I admit, I'm asking for sympathy. I used up everything and tried all kinds of ways to pursue him, just for this caring word.
Han Feng said that my love is too humble, saying that this is not true love. To this end, the two of us have argued many times. But if it's not love, what is it? Isn't love just love?
I am still struggling step by step, about to go to class, the pedestrians on the road unanimously stepped up the pace, I can only watch them surpass me one by one, but there is nothing I can do. It turned out that I had walked for half an hour after a ten-minute journey.
Always think that they are very strong, but fragility always runs out when we inadvertently, giving us a fatal blow, let us fall in the pool of blood in the middle of nowhere. I looked up and looked at the sky. I couldn't see the original color in my sunglasses. But we have no choice but to keep going.
Suddenly, I saw Donald in the crowd, walking with a group of boys talking and laughing. My heart suddenly stirred up, and I even began to be inexplicably excited. When he sees the injured me, will he lend a helping hand? If he carries me behind my back, do I refuse or accept it? No, Han Feng always says I'm fat, will he not carry me? .. My brain is running at such a high speed that it becomes unnatural to breathe.
I pretended that I didn't see him and walked silently, but I slowed down before I knew it. I looked at him with the afterlight, closer, closer, and a few more steps, I felt my heart beat faster, and I could even hear my own breathing.
But even though I assumed a thousand possibilities, I couldn't guess the end of the story. He just passed by me, talking and laughing, laughing. He didn't even look at me. How ironic, it turns out that all the stories are directed and acted by you alone, even if you have exhausted all your painstaking efforts for this story. It turned out that when I tried to paint a blooming spring and tried to render the spring for him, he didn't care whether he was included in the painting at all.
I finally could not hold back my tears, the crying red eyes under the sunglasses. I walk on the road, alone, alone to bear the desolation of love. Suddenly, I heard someone call my name, but now I really don't want to talk to anyone.
After a while, a hand grabbed me: "sprained ankle, ear is not good to use?" Han Feng said out of breath.
"I just don't want to talk to you, so what?" I vented all my dissatisfaction on him, shook off his hand and walked on.
"have you lost your temper? Do your feet hurt? Be careful in the future. Watch your step and don't worry people all the time. " As he spoke, he began to look through his schoolbag.
"it's none of your business!" I yelled.
"you... . " He stopped his movements, looked up, sighed helplessly, shook his head and said.
"that's what I do!"
"here you are." With that, he stuffed a large bag of medicine into my hand.
"you... .. When did you buy it? " I looked at the medicine in my hand and remembered my attitude just now. I was a little ashamed and my tone softened.
"just now, when I saw what you said, I got out of bed. Do you know that you have delayed my dream? I am really unlucky to know you." He began to mumble again.
"if you don't want to know me, get out now!" I pretended to be angry.
"No, there is no reward for good intentions. I haven't even had breakfast for you. " Han Feng pretended to be aggrieved.
"you deserve to starve to death."
"well, I was wrong. You have a heart of stone." Han Feng shook his head as he spoke.
"Sister, that's it. I don't like to get out early and go to your little sister. " He always had a magic power to make me feel better before I knew it and quarreled with him.
"well, sister, I was wrong." Looking at the way he was held back, he had a feeling of victory and was very useful.
"well, yes, it's a good boy to know his mistakes and correct them." I can't help teasing.
"cut!" Han Feng could not help rolling his eyes and said, "Sister, you walk more slowly than a tortoise. Come up and let my little brother carry you." With that, he squatted down.
Looking at his back, I know it must be very warm, and there are tears in my eyes, but this time it is not because of sadness.
At that moment, I realized that all we were looking for all our lives was someone who could be with us when we needed, someone who could disturb us without any scruples when we needed it, and someone who could tell us he was there all the time when we were strong.
In our ignorant youth, we always mistake worship for sex, but often ignore the person who really cares about you. Love is not a romantic romance, love is the silent companionship in every day, love is the wish to make you happy every night when you cry.
Love is in the place closest to you!
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