this life is waiting

Zhao Jia chose a recently released romance movie. She said she would support her idol, and generously paid for my movie ticket. She was still very excited at the beginning, and she was still excited when her idol appeared. He pulled me all the way and exclaimed how handsome, but in the end, because Aidou kissed the heroine in the play, he was so desperate that he was almost scolded by the audience around him.

It was still early when I came out, and she said she didn't bring many winter clothes to school, and I also thought about adding some new clothes, so we went to the mall again.

She is wearing a small foreign dress with a coat today, and a pair of 8cm high heels on her feet. Slippers, the whole person was listless, and after a while, we found a dessert shop to sit down.

After ordering, we put the things away. She first said "Oops", then excitedly raised her mobile phone and walked to me.

"Sister, let's take a selfie. I haven't taken a photo with you yet."

Before she agreed, she raised her mobile phone and made a pose. I could only smirk at the camera and make the simplest comparison.

I thought it would be over with one shot, but I didn't expect her to take several shots in a row, which made my face almost stiff with laughter.

After it was finally over, she clicked on the photo album, and I leaned closer to her, and heard her laugh, looked at me and said, "Why do you have the same expression."

I hey, I wanted to say that I have a camera phobia, but this word is not suitable, maybe it should be called a camera expression disorder?Probably, all the photos have the same expression, just like the ones on P.

It’s a bit complicated to explain this way, and Zhao Jia just asked casually, so I chose not to answer.

Maybe it was this photo that sparked Zhao Jia's excitement, so she asked me to take various photos for her in the following time, looking down at the menu, leaning on the sofa, standing by the chair, Pretending to look back and smile, after such a lap, my photography skills were also lit up, and it rose slowly.

After the end, she picked out a few satisfactory ones, and rummaged through the software for a long time. After a few minutes, she put them in front of my eyes and asked me if I could post the group photos to Moments.

When she said this, our drinks just came up, I said yes, I bowed my head and took a deep breath, saw her typing a few words, and then sent it out.

Then we chatted for a while.

This nonsense was mainly based on what Zhao Jia said. She didn't know where she came from. She collected all kinds of new things in the school, and with her beaming description, the story became very exciting.

Regardless of the authenticity, anyway, I listen with gusto. Every time I meet Zhao Jia, she can update the gossip. Not only I admire this, but Yuyu also admires it very much. She is a small freshman, and she seems to be doing well in school. , met a lot of people.

I think this probably has something to do with her personality. I actually appreciate her courageous nature, but I can't do it. The older I get, the more I can't do it. I always feel rejected by others, and I feel a sense of desolation.

We arrived at the dormitory at ten o'clock in the evening. Before we parted, Zhao Jia said to me with a happy expression that he would ask me to watch a movie next time. I said hello and opened the door of the dormitory, but it was a pity that I was the first one came back.

In fact, I'm used to it too. Although it is a dormitory for four people, I always stay alone in the empty room.

I'm not lonely at all, I'm not crying.

Half an hour after Yuyu came back, she and Uncle Wu got tired of talking on the phone for a while, and the school girls also came back one after another, and they took turns to take a shower, which made me suddenly feel that it is good to be alone in the dormitory, at least there is no need to worry Bathroom has no hot water.

While doing my homework, I suddenly received a WeChat message from Zhao Jia. I clicked on the picture, and it was a screenshot of her Moments. I glanced at it and exited, and she sent another message.

Zhao Jia: Senior sister, senior sister, they all say you are so cute.

Me: Hahaha yes, I am so cute.

Zhao Jia: A gay friend from my association wants your WeChat account, can you give it to me?

Me: No.

Zhao Jia: Aha, he said you rejected him and he liked you even more.

Zhao Jia: He said he likes people who are cute on the outside but cold on the inside.

I:……

Are men nowadays a bit too self-abuse? No one dares to talk to me like that. Women, you dare to treat me like this. Women, I remember you. Women, you are different from those silly white sweets outside...

I turned off the sound and turned it back on after finishing my homework. Zhao Jia sent a few screenshots of the conversation between her and her boyfriend. I glanced at it and sent an emoticon. Then I clicked on Moments and swiped a few I saw Zhao Jia's article.

I thought she just sent us a group photo, but I didn’t expect that she sent a full 9 photos. The text read, “I went to see Idol with my favorite senior.”

Except for a movie ticket, a drink, and a group photo among the 9 photos, the rest are all photos of her, some of which have been cropped and filtered, making them look particularly sweet and pleasant.

I clicked like, clicked back, but suddenly saw 1 displayed under Moments, so I clicked in and took a look, it was He Cheng's avatar, she also liked, but strangely, I entered that page again On the interface, He Cheng's praise is gone.

I subconsciously let out a hey, and Yuyu asked what's the matter after washing the clothes.

I shook my head and locked my phone.

She shook her wet hair, looked at my neck, and asked me, "Is He Cheng's scarf warm?"

I looked up at her: "How do you know it belongs to He Cheng?"

She laughed, "I went to the movies with Zhao Jia today."

I wondered: "How do you know that Zhao Jia and I went to the movies?"

She shrugged: "She added me on WeChat."

I oh, "He Cheng also added you?"

Yuyu gave a gracious expression, and turned on the hair-drying mode.

Although it is strange, it is not very strange, but why did I ask He Cheng if she was also added.

But when did Yuyu and He Cheng have such a good relationship.

Ah, when will they get along well.

Ah, why do I think they have a good relationship.

God what the hell was I thinking.

Eat an apple and calm down.

Maybe it's because I was thinking about it day by day, but I dreamed of He Cheng when I went to bed at night. This was the first time I dreamed of her since we met. It seemed that she was more beautiful in the dream, but why did I feel this way? It may be that the background in the dream is too dreamy.

She and I went to the cinema to watch a movie for no reason, and I chose a bad movie very hard.

A bad movie is a bad movie, so bad that it has been on the air for more than an hour and I don’t know what it’s doing. Zhu Bajie’s daughter-in-law hasn’t gotten off her back yet, so it makes sense that no one will watch this kind of stuff.

It is said that bad movies are suitable for couples to watch. After all, it is bad. You don’t need to pay attention to the plot of the movie. Maybe you can know what it is about in the ending, and you can do some strange things in the time left.

So much nonsense, I just want to say that we in the dream, at some point, started kissing.

It's very real, it's said that you can't see the other person's face in the dream, but I can clearly smell her heartbeat, her breathing, the familiar feeling she gave me, and the softness on my lips.

We kissed until the movie was over and the surrounding lights were turned on.

When I woke up, I was stunned. With the strong beating of my heart, I licked my dry lips. After such a lick, the soft and soft touch in my dream came instantly, and I actually felt very delicious.

Ah!

After another sleep, I was woken up by the alarm clock. Today is Sunday, and my roommates sleep in as usual, and my plan is to go to the library.

I watched a TV series some time ago, and I was very curious about the history of the Ming Dynasty. I think I should take advantage of my current 3-minute enthusiasm and study it carefully. They say that interest is the best teacher. Today my teacher asked me to read historical stories. Even though I never passed the passing mark in my high school history, everyone knows that everything in the world is better than textbooks.

The temperature in the library is higher than the outside all the year round, and it feels strangely warm when you come in. It took more than ten minutes to finally find the works about history. Perhaps because few people come here, there is a smell of dust and moldy books. .

Hundreds of books about the Ming Dynasty were lined up in several rows. I swallowed my saliva and was almost scared away by this posture, so I strengthened my heart, randomly found a book whose author’s name looked pleasing to the eye, and pulled it out. .

I had a hard time reading classical Chinese, and I only turned a few pages early in the morning, so my interest teacher completely collapsed.

In fact, I just want to know the general development history of the Ming Dynasty and the relationship between the emperors, but this book is too detailed.

You want to find something, but the reality can’t always do what you want, and the consequence is that you often forget the event itself. After all, the impulsive love is easy to collapse without the outside world adding color again, and there are so many things outside of life. What wonderful things are attracting you.

Thinking about it this way, my behavior of leaving before I got an answer was much lighter. I came empty-handed and returned empty-handed. I also met some acquaintances during the period and said that they were surprised to see me in the library.

There was a tone in their words that they often come to play when they are free. I smiled and left with my hands, but unexpectedly ran into He Cheng at the gate.

She saw me too, smiling at me with a book in her hand.

It's not that I'm not pure in my heart, but that her lipstick is so attractive today, I unexpectedly, the scene of us kissing in my dream yesterday appeared in my mind.

I swallowed, expressing my shame, and intending to leave the scene immediately.

I didn't dare to look at her face, and was about to leave after saying a few words of greeting indiscriminately, but unfortunately she grabbed me.

Still not daring to look at her, my eyes wandered from side to side.

"Why is your face so red?" she asked in a low voice.

I looked at her quickly for a second, then looked away, she grabbed my hand without any force, I pulled it off, raised my hands to cover my face, lowered my head and said: "Tu, the library is too boring gone."

After speaking, no matter what her expression was, I hurriedly said "Let's go first." and left.

After leaving, the cold air and slight wind outside made me shiver, and I realized that my face was really hot.