The Girl on Christmas Eve, "Short Story" Zhang Baotong

Fan Ling is the kind of girl who loves beauty, and girls who love beauty always have a strange sense of dreams. This feeling makes everything fresh and sensitive. This kind of girl has a penchant for shopping, and walking into the city is like falling into a dream.

Every time he enters the city, Fan Ling has to deliberately dress up. There are so many pretty girls in the city that she doesn't want to lose herself from them. Although she is not from the city, she also has the feelings and dreams of a girl.

Tonight is Christmas Eve, and it's an occasion for all the girls in the city to compete for beauty. Therefore, Fan Ling is even more sloppy in makeup and dressing. For girls who love beauty, makeup and clothing are a feeling in themselves. Therefore, she would rather be wronged than feel wronged. Fan Ling went to the city for half a year to work, and she was not good at makeup and dressing, but fortunately, she was in the youth season, and she was beautiful and cute no matter how she dressed.

She first learned the word Christmas Eve from an English textbook. At that time, the word was as mysterious and distant as the Arabian Nights, as if it would never have anything to do with her. Now, however, she is going to participate and be part of the festival.

Fan Ling's factory is on the edge of the city, an hour's walk from the city's bustling city. In the past, Fan Ling entered the city during the day, and he had never seen the night scene of the city under the neon lights. The main reason is that there is no one to accompany you. Of course, there are some girls in the factory, but they are either too far away, or they are afraid of spending money and do not like to go into the city. The boys had to drink and play cards, and had no interest in going into the city to see the scenery.

Fan Ling was also reluctant to go into the city with them, because they had to be in good company to go into the city to watch the scenery. In fact, Fan Ling already has a companion in his heart, named Yongsheng, and he is also a migrant worker from the countryside. Yongsheng is not at all like other boys, who get together to play cards and drink whenever he has time. Yongsheng loves to read books and write poetry. Although his poems were pickled and squeezed to the point of worthlessness by everyone, he still insisted on becoming a poet. His dream may be too high, and even Fan Ling feels a little illusory, but Fan Ling likes culture, and she feels that culture can beautify and edify people.

Fan Ling wants to go into the city with Eternal Life, but Eternal is not in the house, and some people say that he has not been to work all afternoon. Of course, Fan Ling knows why. At noon, Yuancheng, who was in the same room, took out the book of immortal poems and read it in a strange voice in front of the people who were eating in front of the door of the hood, which made everyone laugh and boil. At that time, Fan Ling was in front of him, listening to the poems of the people who so maliciously ruined eternal life, and there was a kind of sorrow and indignation in my heart that the holy flowers had been destroyed. Yongsheng was humiliated, so he rushed over to fight with Yuancheng, but fortunately everyone pulled away. Therefore, Fan Ling thought that eternal life must be vomiting in the peach grove behind the factory.

In winter, the branches of the peach forest are dry, and there is a cold and silent depression. Yongsheng was sitting on a meadow at the edge of the forest and looking up at the sky, looking like a heavenly question. The powder spirit laughed, and the laughter alarmed the immortals. Yongsheng looked at her very unexpectedly and unexpectedly.

Fan Ling said that tonight was Christmas Eve, and wanted to invite Eternal Life into the city together. Eternal life was still stunned and angry, and the remaining anger had not subsided, so he said that there was no such feeling. As soon as he heard this, Fan Ling's face sank, and he said that if you don't go, the road in this suburb is sparsely populated and the lights are dim, so you are not afraid that something will happen to me? In fact, Fan Ling also wants to take Yongsheng out for a walk, so as to forget about the noon fight. Hearing this, Eternal Life stood up from the grass without saying a word.

The winter twilight is immersed in a peaceful and calm cold. On the way, Fan Ling said to Eternal Life Are you still angry?Eternal Chang let out a long sigh and said If it weren't for working together, I really wouldn't be with them. Fan Ling said in a concerned tone that if you want to prevent them from booing you and laughing at you, you have to play cards and drink with them, and stop writing those useless poems. Eternal Life looked at Fan Ling for a while with that strange and surprised look, and said You really think so? Fan Ling glanced at him and smiled, What do you say? So, both of them laughed meaningfully.

Seeing that Eternal Life was no longer angry, Fan Ling felt a lot more happy in his heart. She said I used to love poetry. Just read it, never wrote it. When are you going to show me your poem? Eternal life said no, I can't get my hands on those poems, and when my poems are published, I'll let you see them. Fan Ling said that it doesn't matter if you publish it or not, as long as it's a poem you write, I like it.

Powder Spirit and Eternal Life have been secretly in love for three months, but they have always been tacit. Although they had met a few times by the peach grove, they were all separated from each other by one person, and they never even held hands. It's not that they don't want to do this, it's that they're embarrassed and not used to it. This time when they went out together, Fan Ling originally had a lot to say, but it was difficult to say, so he had to talk about poetry with Yongsheng. Still, it's good.

Once in the city, the atmosphere of Chinese New Year's Eve is intense. The center of the city seems to exude a huge magnetic force, which almost attracts the young people of the city. There are a lot of girls on the street on Christmas Eve, and the colorful magic lanterns set them off one by one, and they are shining brightly. In the glow of the lights and candlelight, a pair of young lovers walked along the sidewalk of the street with a happy and intoxicated smile on their faces, making this icy winter night full of warm colors.

Along the way, there were long queues at all the telephone halls, and people were eagerly waiting to deliver their wishes and let their moods fly. Fan Ling couldn't help but wonder how people would feel at this moment when they heard the greetings and good news, but what moved her heart the most was the scene of walking the streets with her loved ones. This scene has a kind of wave warmth and gentle color, as if it can bring a young girl into a fairytale dream. In the countryside, Fan Ling can also have several festivals a year, but almost all of them are the old ways of wearing new clothes, eating a good meal, visiting relatives, and setting off firecrackers, which makes people not even feel a little strange and exciting. Therefore, Fan Ling does not like to go home for the holidays at all.

You can't go shopping on the street without visiting the store, which is a woman's paradise. Almost all the shops were packed with people, scrambling to buy gifts. In the gold shop, she saw a young man buying a bracelet for his girlfriend, the price was more than 2,000 yuan, but the girl thought that the bracelet of 2,000 yuan was not grand enough, so she had to ask for the kind of 3,000 yuan. The young man didn't hesitate, and immediately paid for it. This scene really surprised the fan spirit from the mountain, but she didn't feel envious at all, and even felt that spending so much money to buy this thing didn't have much practical value except for the swagger. The scene in the flower shop made my heart flutter and envy. A boy bought twenty-one bright red roses for his girlfriend. The pretty girl took the rose, jumped up with joy with that exaggerated and exaggerated surprise, put her arms around the boy's neck, and gave him a long, enchanting kiss. Fan Ling was standing next to her at the time, and this scene made her fascinated and admired.

She looked from shop to store, as if every object was full of warmth, and every warmth held up a colorful dream. Fan Ling is a girl with strong emotional sensitivity and understanding, and the mood and atmosphere around her make her more infected, and the girl's heart is ready to move. Once, she was afraid to be separated from the crowd, shouting for eternal life, and held out her hand to him to let him lead her. But he didn't understand it at all. On another occasion, when they walked together into a dark part of the street, she deliberately leaned her arm against him so that he could lift his hand as soon as he raised it. But he didn't seem to be enlightened, just followed behind like a bodyguard without saying a word. was so angry that Fan Ling simply didn't want to pay attention to him anymore.

Originally, Fan Ling went to the city just to watch the excitement, and he didn't plan to buy anything. However, in a boutique house, she saw a needle silk red scarf. The scarf was fresh and soft, fluttering and sprinkling, which made the fans and couldn't bear to leave. She asked the shopkeeper to take off the scarf and look in the mirror, sometimes tying it to her chest and then wrapping it around her head. Her complexion is fair and her face is delicate, and the reflection and decoration of this bright red scarf adds a few bright brilliance.

She tried to ask for a price. The shopkeeper is thirty dollars. Fan Ling didn't think the asking price was too expensive, but she didn't have that much money on her. Fan Ling hopes that Eternal Life can see her wish, and pays for the scarf as a Christmas gift that she will never forget. However, this can only be understood by the eternal life, but it cannot be opened to the eternal life. Eternal life, however, is as if it were blind and unintentional. This couldn't help but make her a little irritable, feeling that Eternal Life was either too wooden, or too stingy and afraid of spending money. Fan Ling had no choice but to remove the scarf from his neck and return it to the shopkeeper. She knew that there were many good things in the city that she could only watch but not have, because she was not from the city and did not have that much money.

It wasn't too late to take a ride back to the factory. Fan Ling warmed up the quilt with an electric blanket, went to bed, lay on the bed, savored the time just spent, there was a feeling that the epiphany had just bloomed in his heart, which was wonderful and gorgeous, but also disappointed and regretful. I think about it the most, I still think that Yongsheng knows how to write and read poetry all day long, how can he not even have the temperament and mood of a poet.

Thinking about it, I went to sleep. I don't know how long I've slept when I heard someone knock on the door. She asked who it was. It is eternal life that speaks in return. Fan Ling asked him what was wrong. He said he had something to say. The powder spirit is in eternal anger, so he doesn't want to open the door to him. But Yongsheng refused to leave, and kept knocking on the door. No way, she had to open the door. Yongsheng put his two hands in the hand, and his nose made a cold sound of sucking and sucking, which made people feel the chill of an iceman from afar. Although Fan Ling was angry with Eternal Life, he still felt sorry for Eternal Life in his heart, so he asked Eternal Life to put his hand in the quilt to warm up. Eternal Life may have been so cold that he couldn't stand it, and he couldn't care about etiquette, so he really stuffed his arms into the quilt of the powder spirit, and his body was still shivering.

After a while, the fan spirit saw that Eternal Life was warm, and asked Eternal Life what he had to say. Eternal Life said, if they hadn't made fun of me in front of you, I wouldn't have played with him. Fan Ling couldn't help but laugh and said that you came here in the middle of the night for this. Yongsheng couldn't help but be a little embarrassed, so he laughed self-deprecatingly and said, If you don't say this, I'm afraid that I won't be able to sleep well at night. Fan Ling said in a tone that was half reproachful and half pitiful, I think you are really going to become a poet and a stranger, no wonder people want to make fun of you. Because it was late at night, he was afraid that people would gossip when he saw him, so Fan Ling asked Eternal Life to go back quickly.

After Eternal was gone, the Pink Spirit bolted through the door and returned to the bed. When she lifted the quilt and drilled inside, she found that something red was exposed in the quilt. She curiously twitched her hand, but magically pulled out a bright red and soft gauze scarf. She almost screamed—it was the same scarf she'd always wanted! It turned out that in order to buy her this beloved scarf, Yongsheng entered the city again. But why didn't he tell her about it, and if she did, she would have given him a long, affectionate and enchanting kiss in return.