this life is waiting

At 02:30 in the afternoon, the weather was fine.

Because I slept late at noon, I was a few minutes late for the first class, and hurried into the school after registering my name at the guard.

On the opposite side of the playground is the teaching building. In a lazy afternoon, everything seems to be lacking in energy. The rectangular phalanx of the physical education class on the rubber track looks loose, and the sun is so bright that people can't keep their eyes open.

Also on this day, I met Zhou Xiaoyi.

Later, I kept thinking, the friend who visited my father at noon went out earlier that day, I took a nap earlier that day, I got up immediately after turning off the alarm clock that day, and I was not late that day, so I would not have met her.

So what will my life be like?

Well, after being with her for a long time, I have fallen into the problem of loving assumptions.

Being late has become a fact, so I am not in a hurry, standing on the edge of the playground, waiting for the warm-up class to run in front of me, then I cross the track, but after taking two steps, suddenly the schoolbag behind me is pulled, and my whole body He was taken a few steps back.

Looking back, there is a girl behind me, curled up, booing me.

At that time, she was wearing the same school uniform as me, with her ponytail tied up high, grabbing my schoolbag and squatting down, looking at me with wide eyes.

I looked to the other side, and her physical education teacher was looking down at her mobile phone. The moment she looked up, she pulled me down a little more.

After a few minutes, I realized that this person dragged me from one end of the playground to the other in order to steal half a circle of laziness, let me go, and rejoined the team again.

I saw her sticking her tongue out at her classmates, and after she finished, she carefully glanced at where the teacher was.

I continued to walk forward without stopping, and only a few steps later I heard her calling me.

"classmate!"

The voice was crisp, and I looked back at her.

"Thank you!"

She ran while talking, and waved to me. The hair in Feiyangli was thrown into the air at ninety degrees to her body. The dazzling sunlight seemed to be controlled by her fingertips, reflecting her brilliance under the light.

She smiled brightly, and the deep dimples around her mouth were also engraved in my mind.

Since then, I have often met her at school, or morning exercises, looking at her from a distance, I can see her doing casually, chatting with classmates; or in the cafeteria, she is greedy to buy snacks; or on the way after school, Laugh heartlessly.

At that time, I didn't know it was liking. I only knew that this senior was so cute and she was always smiling.

If I meet her again today, I will be in a good mood all day.

Then I knew her class, then I knew her name, and then I knew her home address.

Then she graduated.

I was a stranger in her life, she always passed me by, never paid attention to me, she graduated quietly without notifying me.

Of course, it won't give me the chance to send her reads;.

She doesn't know who I am, and she won't know that she broke a girl's heart by avoiding running.

The beginning of the second year of high school is the same as usual, there is no change, the school is still the same, but I heard that the dormitory building will be renovated, I think, if I know her, if I tell her about this, will she scream at me Called, and said why the school was renovated as soon as she left.

I lowered my head and smiled, and raised my head to look at the honor roll on the bulletin board. The last one in the first column was exactly Zhou Xiaoyi's name. She had excellent grades and was admitted to a prestigious school.

Can't wait, maybe this is our fate.

It's just that I didn't expect to meet her again half a year later.

It was an English class given by the head teacher. Before the class, the teacher said that two seniors who had graduated would come to listen in today, and asked everyone to perform better in class, so as not to embarrass him.

The dying class got excited because of this, and looked towards the door, but they didn't expect a hi from the back door.

Life in college changed her dress a bit, it was no longer the school uniform I remembered, with airy bangs and slightly curly hair, when we looked back, she was holding Feng Jiang's arm and smiling shyly.

The deskmate took a week off because of illness, and there was an empty table in the last row. When the teacher arranged the seat, I was so nervous that my palms were sweating, and I didn't dare to look behind.

A few seconds later, she pulled away the chair beside her and sat down, smiled at me and said, "Hello."

I didn't dare to look at her, so I could only look down at the paper and whispered back: "Hello."

If our fate is shallow, why does she appear in front of me again and again like this, but if our fate is deep, why am I still a passer-by in her life.

I hardly listened to this English class, she was very quiet, first pretended to listen to the paper for a few minutes, then played with the mobile phone for a few minutes, finally put the mobile phone away, and gently pulled my sleeve a few times.

From the beginning to the present, she is in my peripheral vision, and every little move of her makes my heart beat abnormally.

We have never been so close, she bowed her head, and I could even count the number of her eyelashes.

She said: "Student, lend me a piece of paper, just scratch paper."

I took out my homework book from the table, turned to a clean page and handed it to her.

She rubbed her hands: "That, pencil."

I licked my lips, opened the pencil case, and gave her a pencil.

In the following time, she lay on the table more quietly, drawing on the paper I gave her.

I began to be grateful for such things as having peripheral vision, at least it would not let me observe her with such burning eyes. She skillfully draws on the paper, turning the pen from time to time, and the pencil just jumps between her flexible fingers. From the angle, you can see the collar of the shirt under her neck, which is tucked into the sweater and turned up mischievously.

She pursed her lips when she was serious, and the outline of the details even made her frown.

She is painting, and she herself is as beautiful as a painting. Every stroke is drawn on my heart, hooking up my thoughts that have been settled for a long time, bit by bit, stroke by stroke.

A long time later, one day, she sighed again in front of me, and still asked me with doubts, why I liked her like that, whether I did her a big favor, or something happened that I missed. drop details.

I said no.

There is no Zhou Xiaoyi.

You didn't do anything, but I just like you.