The people you like when you are young always stand like benchmarks in the river of time and last forever.
In Xu Ranran's heart, Zhang Dali is such a benchmark.
After she graduated from high school, every time she met someone with whom she could have a romantic relationship, she would compare that person with Zhang Dali in her heart.
In this way, many possibilities become impossible.
Everyone is a unique individual, and no one can be exactly like anyone else. After trying to accept two relationships but failing, Xu Ranran knew that the one she liked was still the one who, like her, liked to sit in a white graffiti T-shirt.
Zhang Dali is in the front row of her.
That Zhang Dali who almost had his hand cut off because he was a hero saving a beauty, that Zhang Dali who dared to stand up and defend his classmates who were bullied by bad boys, that Zhang Dali who always liked to look out the window with a hint of melancholy in his eyes.
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He always looks fearless and has the courage to face everything. He is so strong and tall that people can only look up.
In Xu Ranran's memory, Zhang Dali was as tall and tall as the two-story sycamore tree outside the window.
Like Wutong, it always carries a certain loneliness and sadness.
Most of the time his smile was bright, but occasionally it was forced, and people could tell at a glance that he had hidden thoughts.
Xu Ranran didn't understand his thoughts before, but after learning about Zhang Dali's family situation through various channels, she understood.
In the process of becoming familiar with him, Zhang Dali's image gradually became fuller in her heart.
What she didn't know was that during that process, an emotion took root, sprouted, and blossomed unconsciously.
Until the night when the college entrance examination results came out and she went back to school to fill in her application, when she thought about how she and Zhang Dali would go to different distant places to start a new life far away from each other, her internal organs ached so hard that she couldn't help but want to squat down and cry.
, Xu Ranran finally understood that her feelings for Zhang Dali were called liking.
The intertwined love is like the morning glory in midsummer that blooms with joy around a standing wooden pole.
This kind of love goes deep into the spinal cord and fills the ventricles and atriums of the heart. It would be heartbreaking to be separated.
It's just that life happened to be at a crossroads, and at such a juncture, she couldn't open her mouth to let him know.
That night, Xu Ranran wanted to get herself drunk, and then she got Zhang Dali drunk, but she was still awake.
Her hand was tightly pulled by Zhang Dali, who was drunk. She didn't break away, and he didn't let go.
She kissed him secretly, first on his face. Then, not satisfied, she kissed his upright nose, where all the energy in her body had gathered. Finally, her kiss couldn't help but fall on his lips.
, the warm lips smelling heavily of alcohol seemed to have magic power that made her shed tears and refused to let go.
That was the happiest moment she could recall in her life, of course, before today.
Then, trains to different distant places sent the two people to different cities.
He is in the south and she is in the north.
South is in the south of the sky, and north is in the north of the earth.
She knew that there was a girl named Zhao Ting accompanying him on the road. That girl was so beautiful that the whole small county seemed to know her existence. She was even more dazzling than her, and she had the magic that made boys willingly pay homage to her.
halo.
She had heard that when she was in her second year of high school, she was cornered by four gangsters and almost molested. Zhang Dali, who was passing by, knocked down the four gangsters with a brick and saved him.
It was at that time that Zhang Dali's left arm was left with two long scars that would probably never be erased in his lifetime. They were intertwined like crisscrossed and twisted centipedes. It was shocking. You can imagine the tragedy at that time.
She also knew that Zhao Ting liked Zhang Dali, probably out of admiration or gratitude for the hero who saved her.
In fact, Zhao Ting is not the only one who admires and pays attention to Zhang Dali for this reason, but also her.
In retrospect, when he sat back in the vacant seat in front of her for several days while wearing a plaster, she should have known that it would be difficult for her to take her eyes away from him from now on.
But at that time, like Zhao Ting, she was chased by many boys. She was arrogant, and she never expected that the two words "long-lasting love" and "subtle influence" would work in such a quiet way.
By the time she came to her senses, it was midsummer when the weather was so hot that people were sweating profusely and reluctant to speak, a season when the hustle and bustle of vegetation and youth were over.
During that season, she really wanted to be a kapok tree in the scorching sun, but in the end she became a shy tree in the rainy season.
There are always so many misses in life, some are just a sigh, some are just a drop of tears, and some are probably a lifetime of regrets.
When she was in college, she thought that Zhang Dali would eventually become a dull and yellowed memory like every passerby in his life, becoming increasingly incomplete and blurry.
Many years later, she still thinks so.
In fact, everything about Zhang Dali had faded seven years later to the point that she could not remember much of it. She could not even remember Zhang Dali's appearance.
But her heart would still flutter slightly every time she thought of Zhang Dali. She firmly believed that if they met on the street, she would recognize him at a glance.
So, she really recognized him, even though his outline had changed a bit due to the sculpting of the years. He lost a bit of cleanliness and cheerfulness, and became a bit more decadent and depressed. He was even more decadent than before.
Such an encounter was a bit hasty, and certain memories that quickly emerged like a tsunami made her want to give him a big hug. However, due to certain established facts, she could only sit down quietly and pretend to be calm to him.
Smile.
Then, from the words he spoke slowly, she learned many things that she had not known before.
Many of the truths of those things were replaced by her imagination, and many were replaced by imaginations passed on to her by others. In short, they were far from the truth.
That day she said goodbye to him reluctantly, with a lot of thoughts on her mind.
In the next few days, she had trouble sleeping and eating. She thought about the past, the present, and the future.
She was hesitant, just like that summer five years ago, but at the age of twenty-four, she had more worries than then.
Until April Fool's Day, after receiving many joking confessions but not being moved by any of them, she suddenly realized that the reason why she had remained single in the face of so many pursuits for so many years was puzzling.
It's just because all she wants is a boy like Zhang Dali. If it can be Zhang Dali, that would be great.
After thinking about all this, she decided to do something, so she took a leave of absence, ran to the mall out of breath and bought a "Chaos" game helmet, and returned home out of breath holding the game helmet.
She entered the game with the enthusiasm to welcome the arrival of the new world, but she was disappointed for several hours.
Fortunately, such disappointment is no longer in the unit.
The unit of hope turning into reality is the sky, which means days are like years.
When he held her hand and heard him whisper in her ear that he had liked her for a long time, Xu Ranran secretly thought in her heart: Zhang Dali, I have also liked you for a long time. I will hold on to you, and please hold on to me.
