"Girls' feelings are always spring." This is always true.
01.
The sun was so hot that day that it made my eyes blurry and unable to open.
I sat in the shade and looked at him in the distance.
He stood in the sun, his face serious and calm, his back was already wet, and there were beads of sweat hanging on his temples.
He accidentally raised his head and looked at me. There was light in the young man's eyes, clean and bright. In that moment, I remembered him.
He is the professional assistant next door.
I asked someone to get his WeChat account, sent him messages with one excuse after another, and called him one senior brother after another.
You’ll get used to it once you go back and forth. He is also a person who is not very angry, although sometimes he often gets angry with others.
Oh, he doesn’t quarrel with others, he just loves to quarrel with me.
By chance, my friend’s boyfriend knew him very well and we often asked him out, so my friend deliberately asked me out.
The night in early autumn was still a little sultry, and the chirping of cicadas was inconspicuous amidst the hustle and bustle of people.
He was walking in front of me in a white waistcoat and I looked at him.
He is softer under the moonlight than under the sun, with watery hair covering his eyes, and he always has a smile on his lips when chatting with others.
02.
I couldn’t think of any words to describe him before, but I suddenly thought of it that night. Clean and powerful.
With the cleanliness of a young man, he is always just right when getting along with others, and he is also very powerful. He can control the new students in the entire college and cooperate with the school's work.
He is so good, this is the first time I think so.
At the barbecue stall, everyone ordered beer, and I wanted to drink it too. He said what kind of wine a little girl drinks, and turned around to get me a Coke.
But unfortunately, when he went to get the Coke, I had already drank the first glass of wine.
He stared at me and couldn't say anything else.
I looked at him deliberately and laughed.
I just wanted to make him angry on purpose.
He treats everyone just right, but he loves to quarrel with me. I wonder if I might be special to him.
I just want to get closer to him.
After the first cup, there will be a second cup. The more he controls me, the more I drink, and I drink too much.
I sat next to him with a blushing face, and my friend pushed us to sit closer.
03.
He looked at me with a look of hatred on his face. I said, "What are you doing? You always don't want to see me, and you always like to criticize me."
He flicked my forehead with his finger.
"I don't know if you are a fool." He said.
What’s next? Later, I drank too much and he sent me back to the dormitory. I remember that when I reached a place where I couldn't hold on anymore and vomited, he squatted down and wiped my face with a tissue.
We are so close.
I could feel his breath spreading on my face, carrying the scent of alcohol and teenagers. Suddenly, my face felt hotter and hotter.
I just looked at him straight, then moved closer, huddled in his arms, pressed my face against his, felt his body temperature, and listened to his breathing.
After a long time, he said, "Let's take a rest." He helped me sit on the stool and sat down beside me.
I lay down on his lap and closed my eyes in a daze.
I clearly remember that the wind that night was so cold and gentle.
In the days that followed, we did not have any more interactions because of what happened that night, and our lives were ordinary.
I also tried hard to get closer to him, skipped classes to watch his games, liked the sports he liked, and watched him shine. One moment I felt happy for him, and the next moment I felt that I was far away from him. So far.
He is so good, this is the second time I think so.
04.
If we compare him to the moon, then he must be the brightest and sharpest one, clean and powerful.
What about me? I may not even be a star, I should be someone on the ground looking up to him.
He is so good. I know there are too many people who like him and there are too many people who are better than me.
When I wanted to get closer to him step by step, he grew faster and faster step by step.
Time flies by, and the election for the next assistant class begins. I thought about it for a few days and finally submitted the registration form.
I am different from others, they do it for themselves, I do it for him, for his affirmation, to get closer to him, and to let him see me.
I want to wait until one day I can be on par with him, and then formally tell him my love.
But I am very ordinary, really ordinary. Even though I am ordinary, I am still eliminated in the end.
I tried my best to get close to him and tried my best to get that position, but the final result was still unsatisfactory.
I'm really not good.
One day, a friend said, look at Moments. I smiled and said I saw it.
He made it official that day. and another girl, smiling warmly. With the text "I found the moon".
My friend said, it’s a pity that you are not together.
There was sand in my eyes, but I smiled again and said, it’s okay, no regrets.
05.
I always knew who he liked.
That was the day when I was drunk and we were very close to him, and I said I like you.
When he lifted me up and I was lying on his lap, I said I like you so much.
Later, he helped me back to the dormitory. I didn’t want to go in at the dormitory door. I hugged him and put my head on his chest. I said I like you very much.
He said, I'm sorry. He hugged me gently and said he had a girl he liked. He touched my head and said thank you for liking him.
The girl he likes is another assistant in the same major as him, his minister in his club, and his partner in game after game.
He is so good. This is the third time I've thought this.
So what he likes is also a very good person, not me. If he is my moon, then she is probably his moon.
I'm not good, so he doesn't like me.
It doesn’t matter. I can accept that.
No regrets. At least one night my moon and I were very close.
Still silently, I changed my WeChat signature. "My moon is gone"
06.
"You are excellent. You must also become someone else's moon." He sent a message a few minutes later.
You also have to be someone else’s moon.
|Author: Coke