She is three years younger than me. She is a single, thin and delicate little girl who always looks arrogant at ordinary times. She led me into the room, and in the corner by the window, she gave me a mirror to show me how serious the wind was. Then I opened the medicine bottle and soaked the iodine in the cotton wool. I reached for it. She smiled and said, I want to wipe it for you.
I think she is a little strange today. I stared at her, and she boldly looked back at me, and then her eyes flashed. She just applied cotton wool to my cheek a few times, and suddenly my eyelashes fell off, and a red tide quickly appeared from my neck to my face. She tried to hold back, but she couldn't help giggling. ...
Since then, I have spent more time with her, as if there is a mysterious magic that attracts me, and I always love to run to her. On one occasion, four people hit Park, and she sat opposite me. Throughout the night, her eyelids drooped, her face turned red, and she occasionally gave out inexplicable laughter.
She always likes to play with me when no one else is around. The most common action is to pat my face gently, which once aroused her brother's indignation and thought that she was bullying me.
One afternoon, it suddenly rained heavily. We hid in the room, she slept on the bamboo bed, and I sat beside reading. I thought she was asleep. After a long time, tired of watching, I looked up and accidentally touched her eyes. She stared at me.
Her eyes surprised me a little, as if she wanted something and had a lot to say to me. Because the age is still young, it is called first love. Many things can be understood without words, like games for the deaf. I feel her fiery enthusiasm, like her beauty and frankness, and enjoy the feeling that she has never brought me before, but I am afraid that those days will make me a little disappointed.
Decades have passed, and the past remains clearly in my memory. In retrospect, it seemed that cicadas were everywhere in my ears. The scene with her is calm and broken, but it is accompanied by too much warmth and sweetness.
Too much contact has attracted the attention of adults. One night, my father took me aside and warned me in a low voice not to associate with her in the future. The reason is that her father is a rightist and her mother is a landlord.
Father's orders are inviolable. The next morning, I went to the canteen to buy steamed bread and passed by her house. She stood on the doorstep gargling, wearing a beautiful new skirt and her mouth was full of water. She beeped at me a few times, but I ignored her. When she looked back, she looked at me transfixed, confused and angry.
I stopped going to her house after that, and we separated.
I still see her almost every day. I remember that she always had an arrogant expression and her eyes were full of hatred. She won't forgive me. We can't go back. That's what I was thinking. The bud of youth awakened by her, the desire to love and be loved, grew in my heart and even formed a distorted emotion. I have been thinking about her in my heart and vowed to love her only in my life.
With the passage of time, the memory of these years is somewhat vague. I only remember that after puberty, her figure became more and more plump and charming. The pace is still in a hurry When we meet head-on, we will briefly exchange eyes. Her pride remained the same, and the hatred in her eyes gradually diminished.
Suddenly one day, I couldn't see her. There was a slogan at that time: take the road of combining workers, peasants and soldiers. Her mother is a doctor and was sent to a township hospital. Both mother and daughter left Changsha.
I often miss her, and in my very dull youth, her shadow is always shaking in my memory. After being apart for so many years, she is both familiar and strange to me, both cordial and distant, but the concern of love has always remained in my heart. This may be what most people call unforgettable first love.
I can't remember how many years she has been in the countryside. I was about twenty-one when she came back.
One day at noon, I came home from work and walked near the canteen. Suddenly I saw a familiar figure in front of me, hurried footsteps, and that face that was very kind to me ... My heart suddenly jumped wildly, but she didn't seem to see me at that time and went straight into the cafeteria.
She seldom meets her when she comes back, because her home is in the south yard where I seldom go, next to a barber shop. She met several times when she came to the boiling water room of Beijing Medical University to open the water. Once she came up to me with two pots of boiling water, put down the kettle and rested about ten meters away from me. This is a great opportunity to talk to her, ask her if she is tired, and then help her carry water, but I walked straight past her.
Another time was in the boiling water room. When I walked in, she was picking up boiling water. I put the pot under another faucet next to her to get water. We are very close face to face. I saw her eyes when I looked up. Her eyes were wide open and she looked at me quietly. Her eyebrows spread out and she had a kind smile on her face. Her eyes are clear and bright, and her love makes her eyes look very beautiful. I'm at a loss. I lowered my eyes and dared not look at her.
Yes, we do have many opportunities.
Old dreams meet again, only because I am timid and stupid by nature, plus stupid self-esteem, I regret my present life. I don't remember seeing a man beside her when I met her on the road a few years later. And I don't know why, I was in a calm mood, without a trace of jealousy.
Then she had a child of her own, and I got married and left here. To this day, I have never seen her again. I remember the last time we met was before I got married. My left hand is in plaster because of a fracture, and I am standing in Pingli downstairs. She was standing there with some people. She looked at me with concern and approached me slowly as if to talk to me. ...
In the end, neither she nor I said that rock-breaking remark.