Everyone, every stage, and even every minute and every second has different dreams. Dreams are inherently a very idealistic and emotional thing, and they can be adjusted according to the objective environment and subjective wishes. Just like rarely
Just like eternal love, there are few eternal dreams. But love is still beautiful even if it is short-lived, and the same is true for dreams. You should never and cannot obliterate the innocent heart at the moment when you have a dream because of the short-lived dream——
Ronin Pier
In fact, I have never been a person who is good at pursuing what I like. I still remember when I was in elementary school, a cartoon called "Transformers" became popular all over the country. All my peers would be obsessed with it because there was an "Optimus Prime"
” or “Megatron”, even when he speaks in front of children, he can’t help but smell like a capitalist brat: after all, an original toy costs more than 100 yuan, which for those at that time
The income level is undoubtedly astronomical.
As a person who came from that era, I certainly have the same enthusiasm for these plastic models as my peers. In fact, based on my family's conditions, my parents could still buy me one if I asked at the time. But I didn't know how.
When I opened my mouth to my parents, I never tried to act coquettishly or act like a spoiled brat when I was a child. I would just wait silently. Until one day, even my parents couldn't help but ask me: "Don't you like Transformers?"
?How about I buy you one?"
"Oh, okay!" Maybe my flat tone made my parents underestimate my enthusiasm. This time it was supposed to be an unexpected miscarriage. It wasn't until the end of the semester, after I got a double percent score, that I got my own
The first Transformer in my life.
I am such a person. You can say that I am easy-going or not enterprising. For me, after 18 years of life, there is nothing that I feel I must obtain or indispensable. Only her
.
As a person who likes reading books and watching movies, I have always imagined that one day I can meet a love as beautiful as the one described in the book, a princess of my own. When I met her, I found my own princess.
Although she still lives in a high castle, thanks to the numerous fairy tales I have read, I still imagine that I will be such a lucky poor boy, and finally win the favor of the princess through my own efforts.
The mountains in Jiangsu are not high, and it is more appropriate to call them hills than mountains. So we climbed to the top of the mountain in a while. The weather has entered autumn, and the green leaves all over the mountains are mixed with little yellow. The strong wind blows, and the colors are colorful.
When it lands, the prosperity disappears.
Although Ling has pretty short hair, she still looks messy under the blow of the wind that doesn't know how to care for her. Not to mention Jing and Xue, two girls with long hair, they have already hugged each other.
She held her head to one side and screamed, hiding here and there. But Ling just casually pushed her hair behind her ears with her hands, and then stood quietly on the edge of the cliff staring into the distance.
And I quietly stood behind her again and looked at this woman who touched my heartstrings. She was like a bowl of calm water, which would have slight waves and ripples due to the turbulent winds, but lacked the explosion and commotion.
The root of it. What kind of story made such a girl become like this? I was curious. But before I had enough time to delve into it and think about it, I was attracted by Lao Wu's singing and turned my head away.
But even in that moment of trance, I didn't notice the faint sadness when she turned her head, nor did I notice the scratch on her wrist that was so subtle that it couldn't be noticed...
"Putting yourself in someone else's shoes" can often make some incredible and willful actions, which makes me laugh and laugh at the same time. At the same time, I envy his calmness and informality. For example, now. Maybe it's because of the wind, or the beauties around him.
He got a little excited, so he stood on the edge of the cliff and sang "Heart Too Confused" by Xiao Gang (now called Zhou Chuanxiong) loudly:
"My heart is too confused and needs some blank space,
If you understand, let me leave temporarily.
My heart is too chaotic and I dare not covet more love,
I want to cry but I can't cry no matter how hard I try..."
Although I have to admit that Lao Wu’s singing voice is quite good, so much so that he won an award at our school’s new year party. Although it is still early and there are not too many tourists around, he is so unrestrained in public.
The singing voice still made me a little uncomfortable. But Xue obviously didn't think so. I glanced at Xue and found that she looked a little obsessed with Lao Wu's expression.
"A boy who can sing well is popular!" I thought in frustration.
There is a reason why I am so depressed. I have been tone-deaf since I was a child. When I sing, I often have to wait until I finish singing before people can understand what I am singing. So later on, when I went to KTV for fun at work, I met my friend
There is a classic joke circulating among them:
"Come and sing?"
"I won't go, I won't go. My voice has been very hoarse recently and I am out of shape."
"Go, it's okay. Kang Yi will go too!"
"Ah, he's going too. Well, I'll come over right now!"
So for someone who has been used as a backer for a long time, people who sing well always make me feel envious and jealous - well, I must admit that I have a very dark psychology.
Jingzhen is the kind of person who is afraid of chaos in the world. When she saw Xue's nymphomaniac look, she laughed even more nymphomaniacally than she did. Then she pushed Xue and the two of them stood together to "change places."
"Thinking", I sang along with him. I also laughed. This is how people are: when a person does something incredible, you will find him unreasonable and difficult to understand. But when a group of people are
After you do something incredible, you just think it's cool to do that.
I lit a cigarette and watched them going crazy. Now even the boss and the others have joined in the madness. It seems that the only ones who can still remain calm are me and Ling. I am because I dare not, and Ling is
, and why?
"My heart is too confused and I need some blank space
Has God forgotten to make arrangements for me?
My heart is too confused and I'm afraid of the betrayal of love
I want to cry like a lost child..."
Along with their singing, I secretly looked at Ling, who was trying hard to get rid of the temptation to pull her into the water. The shy smile and rosy face made my heart beat fast.
At that time, I was just like the song says: my heart was too chaotic.
I walked up to Ling, and she had just escaped from Jing's "clutches" and was gasping for air and smiling. The princess-like indifference and detachment a moment ago could no longer be seen on her body.
Now she is more like a little girl like Jing.
But when I came to her side, she changed again, becoming calm, polite and cheerful. I can think of a hundred complimentary words to describe her state, but this kind of condition can only be described by complimentary words.
His expression really drives me crazy.
I smiled at her: "Why don't you sing along with them?"
"You didn't go either." He replied very cleverly, which meant that he was making a huge difference.
"Me? Hey, come on. If I sing, there won't be anyone within 5 kilometers of this mountain!" Exaggeration is my usual style.
"Bullshit." She smiled and said softly.
"You don't believe it? Okay, just plug your ears and get ready to watch the show."
She was very obedient, really plugged her ears, and looked at me with a hint of curiosity.
And I took a deep breath, straightened my chest, and made enough postures, mainly to give the boss enough time to stop me: Since I accidentally sang along with the Walkman some time ago when I was doing my homework,
After a few sentences, they banned me from singing in any environment with living beings.
Sure enough, my "ah" was still stuck in my throat, and the boss and the others screamed, and they couldn't care less about going crazy. They rushed over, covering their mouths, grabbing hands, and hugging their waists.
waist, and the whole thing turned into a road-robbery posture.
I was unyielding and continued to shout: "You can't obliterate my pursuit of art!" and struggled hard.
Jing and the others were already laughing, but I didn't care. I only saw Ling smiling too, smiling happily from ear to ear, just like the elves at night. At that moment, I felt very happy:
It was me who made her smile so happily.
Yes, it's because of me. I can make her laugh, I can peel off the layer of cover-up on her body and turn her into a girl I can touch. This thought makes me want to go crazy. I become a
The child was running wildly on the top of the mountain, shouting, avoiding the pursuit of the second brother and the others, but his eyes were always watching her expression.
In the end, everyone was tired and just sat on the grass at the top of the mountain in a daze. I really wanted to sit next to Ling, but she cleverly pulled Jing and Qing into her own shield and sat between the two girls.
As she stood there, she quietly built a fortress for herself.
I sighed and glanced at Lao Er, who looked enviously at Lao Wu and Xue sitting together in a daze.
I walked quietly to the edge of the cliff and stared blankly into the distance. Ever since I was a child, I have had a very exciting feeling about standing on high places. I always like to imagine myself jumping and flying in the sky.
Look. Although those few seconds of indulgence will cost me a lifetime, I still couldn't help but want to try it. So later on, I became a loyal bungee jumping enthusiast.
"You have to be careful when you are standing out here." The soft voice turned out to be Ling. She didn't know when she was standing next to me.
"It's okay. I like standing on the edge of the cliff. Then I imagine myself jumping off." I restrained my excitement and tried to say in a calm tone, "Isn't it very perverted?"
"I've known for a long time that you're a pervert. You looked so perverted last time when you imitated Stan." She whispered with a smile.
I also laughed, and I thought it was so cute when I saw the cautious way she said those words. "Have you seen "The Shawshank Redemption"? It's even more classic. Can I take you to see it if I have a chance?"
Maybe my boldness frightened her, so she hesitated. I looked into her eyes, and my heart almost jumped out of my throat.
"Okay!" She smiled.
"I'll call you." I said with a smile, but my voice was a little shaky.
"You really like watching movies." Ling tilted her head and looked at me with a hint of exploration in her eyes.
Would she be interested in me? I laughed when I thought about it.
"Why are you laughing?" She was blaming me.
"Don't you think the movie itself is a very special existence? This is an era without legends. Our lives are plain and boring. We have lost inspiration and momentum due to our parents and social constraints. We can only live a dull life according to the established route.
Life is like water. And movies have given us something called dreams in this era, allowing us to feel the joy, anger, sorrow, and watch reunions and reunions in just a few hours." I
I ignored her accusation, because rather than saying it was an accusation, I preferred to understand her as a little girl's willfulness and coquettishness. So I just talked about my views on the movie, "In the movie we can go
You can explore and hunt for treasures in the wild, you can go to enemy countries to steal secrets, you can also stand with your beloved woman in the yellow sand desert and watch the sunrise and sunset together, or you can chat about your common hobbies in a pub at night..."
Having said this, I paused deliberately. I wanted to see her reaction to the bold confession just now.
But I unexpectedly found that her expression was very strange, her eyes were inexplicably sad, and her originally clear eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist and rain from the south of the Yangtze River, so misty and swaying.
Ling, why are you so sad? What are you thinking? Is there someone who said that to you? Is there someone who said to you that he wants to watch the sunrise with you at the beach?
Enjoy the scenery in the desert.
Is it because I remind you of that memory that you don't want to think of, Ling?
"Hey, what are you two talking about!" Jing's sudden appearance startled both of us.
Seeing the curiosity on Jing's face, Ling and I seemed a little embarrassed. However, Ling recovered quickly and immediately smiled. "It's nothing, just a casual chat." After saying that, she nodded to me and then hugged me.
He walked quietly toward the crowd.
I looked at Ling's back gradually going away, but a feeling of distress arose in my heart. I didn't want her to stand beside me while thinking about another person, another story. That person's story might be far away from her.
She is far away, maybe very close to her. I have no way of knowing. But I don't want to let her fall into this kind of mood. Driven by jealousy, I changed from an easy-going person to a person who cares about everything.