He never thought of confessing to her, even if he had a little hint, he had no courage to say something to her. He was so ordinary, and she was so beautiful and outstanding, he felt that he was not worthy of her.
The most natural idea of the rural boy about his urban classmates. Many years later, he looked back at the past and couldn't help but think: What if he was braver and boldly pursuing her? Or, it was a flattering rejection, but, perhaps, by virtue of
His tenacity, madness and intelligence, if he had a little luck, would he have succeeded? If that were the case, his later life would probably be completely planned around this beautiful girl: work, buying a house, getting married, having children,
Promotion, for the sake of family and wife and children, he may be a regular and responsible man, like many of his peers, embedded in the big machine of society, making a plain gear along the fixed one
With the trajectory running, his life may not be as legendary and exciting as later, but he will definitely be much more peaceful and happy. However, life is not as if.
One Saturday night, almost ten o'clock, Zhang Fuxing was reading a book in the dormitory, and a roommate came back. He had just attended the school dance and was very excited. Although Zhang Fuxing was not a good conversation opponent, there were only ones in the dormitory now.
The two of them, the roommate, had no choice. He began to speak to Zhang Fuxing. Today, the scenery of his dance hall was in a show-off tone. Zhang Fuxing listened indifferently, but suddenly, he raised his head and stared at his roommate with a flickering gaze.
Because the roommate mentioned her, he claimed that he had danced two songs with Luo Xiaojuan tonight, using an ambiguous and evil tone to describe the feel of her soft waist giving him, and he touched her plump breasts many times.
"Why, do you like her?" The roommate found that Zhang Fuxing's face became a little strange.
Zhang Fuxing was silent and said nothing.
"Haha, it turns out that wood will be very excited!" The roommate laughed unrestrainedly, "If you like her, go there. This girl is very open."
"Shut up!" Zhang Fuxing said gritted his teeth. The anger that was so embarrassed that he could see through his thoughts, the hatred caused by jealousy, his eyes were burning with anger, and the muscles on his cheeks were twitching slightly. This was a very terrible expression, and now he suddenly appeared in
Zhang Fuxing, who was used to being silent and indifferent, had a face on his face.
"Want to fight?" The roommate was a little angry, and his erotic inner voice was increasing.
"One-on-one fight." Zhang Fuxing smiled coldly, revealing his snow-white teeth, and spitting out two words.
"Choose it, pick it, whoever is afraid of it." The roommate fought with great enthusiasm. The young man's temper was always direct and violent. Because of the timid moment just now, the roommate was determined to regain his face. He thought he had no need to be afraid of this, which was always mediocre.
rural people.
Zhang Fuxing first left the dormitory, and the two walked towards the stadium. After stepping onto the lawn, Zhang Fuxing reached out to unbutton his clothes, and then, he remembered that he did not need to fight naked. He had a certain monthly living expenses.
Although not many, for a rural child, he had enough food and clothing. However, this subconscious action made him a little stunned and touched something in his heart.
"Want to fight?" the roommate asked impatiently. He wanted to hear a negative answer, but Zhang Fuxing rushed over.
Accepting the commission basically solved the problem of food and clothing. In the most important stage of growth for a young man, Zhang Fuxing's body received enough food and nutrition. He grew taller and stronger, although he was still better than his roommate.
He looked thin, but he still had the advantage of flexibility. The two began to fight, and each of them had a few hits on their bodies and faces. Zhang Fuxing's nose began to bleed, and his opponent also hit him hard in the chest. He fell down
When he stood up, Zhang Fuxing gasped heavily, suddenly feeling boring. He let out a heavy breath and said to his roommate sincerely and apologetically: "I'm sorry." Then he covered his nose with one hand and walked away with his head down, leaving it to one
The misty roommate has a bleak background and then a long summer vacation. When he returns to school, the huge gap from the barren countryside to the prosperous provincial capital is definitely a kind of thing for Zhang Fuxing, who is suffering from lovesickness.
With a great impact, the stores in the provincial capital were filled with various items that were overpriced for the National Day, and were dazzling. Although Zhang Fuxing was coveting, he was not depressed. He brought his secret weapon from Jiangcheng: a few crystal clear and smooth.
pebbles, one of which has a heart-shaped pattern on it.
After school started, he looked for opportunities and prepared to give them to her when there were only two of them, but there were few such safe places on campus. Finally, he finally waited for an opportunity to see Luo Xiaojuan packing her books and preparing to return to the dormitory.
He took the lead out of the library's study room and guarded the path at the corner. His heart began to beat wildly, and his hands were tightly clutching the pebbles, full of sweat.
Then, the bright and dazzling girl came over, holding a lot of books in her arms, as if she was thinking, and as if she was walking. When they were only a few meters away, Zhang Fuxing accumulated all his courage.
He took his hand out of his pocket. The movement was very stiff and very loud, alarming her. She raised her head and looked at the boy with a weird expression in front of her, a little surprised, and even a little alert. Her eyes clearly said: She doesn't know her
He Zhang Fuxing understood it, like a basin of cold water pouring down his head, all his thoughts disappeared, and he felt cold all over and trembled. He watched her walk past him and disappear.
In the colorful clouds all over the sky.
Zhang Fuxing's mind was blank, and he returned to the study room of the library like a walking corpse. He sat in her seat just now. The wooden chair seemed to have her body temperature. It was dark and the study room was opened.
The students around him came and went, and I don’t know how long he had sat there. Hunger made him regain consciousness. He turned around and looked around, and seemed to not quite understand why he was sitting here. There were many tall trees outside the library.
In the night wind, the shadows are like floating paper cutting, which makes him feel a little less real, as if he is in a virtual space, not a real world.
A few days later, even heavier blows followed one after another, or rather, just Zhang Fuxing's long-term worry became reality: a boy appeared beside Luo Xiaojuan. He was tall, handsome, fashionable in clothes and elegant in manners. Anyone would admit that they were