Han Che didn't know that on the day he met Xu Guangxi at the door of the Guanhai Hotel that year, he had already stepped into the unfathomable quagmire with one foot. From then on, he began to habitually, unconsciously, exert every bit of strength in his body, just to win the slightest smile from the unpredictable girl. For no reason, for no reason.

On that day, during the change of class at the front desk, he went to pour a glass of water, and in the afternoon there would be an undergraduate course on the history of foreign journalism, and his tutor had something to do temporarily, so he notified him to substitute for the class a day in advance. Just when he changed out of the uniform at the front desk of the hotel, calculated the time and route, and walked out of the gate of the Guanhai Hotel, he saw Xu Guangxi.

A baby yellow T-shirt, underneath is a light blue denim, with a ponytail high on his head, holding his mobile phone in one hand, and a book rolled up in his other hand, which is placed on his chest, standing on tiptoe from time to time, looking out, searching for the flow of people over and over again, as if waiting for such a person. At that time, Guangxi, that back looked like a girl of the same age, there was nothing strange about it, it was worth his second look.

He tugged at his bag and went to the nearest subway station. Just as he was looking around for the subway sign, his eyes inadvertently intersected with her. Two strangers looked at each other, and I don't know how many times a day would happen in this city. No one cares much. And it was that short glance, but Han Che saw it, that hesitant and dazed face, as pure as crystal, clear and beautiful, and a little immature. Those eyes, like two black obsidian stones in the mountain stream, swayed slightly with the flowing water, making waves, so clear, and like the perennial snow on the Jade Dragon Snow Mountain, cold and pure, making people feel so distant. At that time, Han Che thought that if this girl laughed, she would definitely be very good-looking. When this thought unconsciously flashed through his mind, he was first startled by himself. He looked at him again, and the girl stopped looking at him, and her gaze continued to wander through the flow of people.

At this moment, a person came out of the hotel, it was a girl Han Che knew, Jin Ling at the front desk: "Miss, I'm sorry, if you want to wait for someone, you can move into our hall." You have been waiting here for a long time, and it may affect the normal operation of our hotel a little. ”

The girl lowered her head and frowned slightly, "Why wait for a long time? It's only two hours and fifteen minutes." "The sound was like the kind that came out of the nose, and it sounded pretty clear.

Jin Ling kept smiling: "Please move to the hall and don't hinder our work." If you are waiting for someone, the floor-to-ceiling glass windows in the lobby will not interfere with the view. ”

The girl was skeptical: "Really?"

"Of course it's true. Han Che walked over, and Jin Ling smiled at him, which was considered to have said hello. He was a head taller than hers, so he lowered his head slightly, so that he could talk to the girl: "I work here, I know best." ”

Then the girl followed them into the hotel lobby.

Han Che sat down on the sofa opposite her: "The person you are waiting for, when will you come?"

"I don't know. The girl's eyes were still out of the window, frowning slightly.

"Why don't you call and ask?" he asked her.

The girl was silent.

"The phone is dead?" he guessed. The girl was still silent.

"Will he come again today?" he asked her again.

This time, she said, "It will be." "Sounds like a certainty.

"My name is Han Che, and I work part-time here," Han Che tried to introduce himself to her, "I am now a graduate student at NTU. ”

The girl looked back at him: "I'll wait here myself." ”

Han Che changed his approach: "I mean, I still don't know what your name is?"

"Is it important?"

It was clearly not very polite, and from her mouth, it seemed that she was really asking if he was important.

Han Che smiled reluctantly, trying to find some excuses: "This, in fact, is not very ......"

Just as he was still looking for something to explain, he heard the girl say her name, "Guangxi, Xu Guangxi." Xu Xian's Xu. ”

Xu Guangxi, Han Che silently recited the name, looking at the girl in front of him, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile, a very nice name: "Xu Guangxi, expectation, light, hope?" he asked.

Mitsuki was silent, seemingly surprised by his explanation of her name.

"So, your parents expect a lot from you?" Han Che asked her.

Mitsuki's face changed suddenly, "You don't have anything else to do in the afternoon?" She reminded him of the time.

It seems that he is a little angry.

Han Che stopped talking about this topic, smiled, and said, "Then I will call you Guangxi, is it okay?"

"Yes. "What does it have to do with her, whatever he calls it.

Han Che changed the subject: "Then Guangxi, how long do you have to wait here?"

She shook her head: "I don't know. ”

"Not going home?" Han Che asked her.

She hesitated for a moment before she said, "She's at home, what am I going to do when I go back?"

Maybe there was some conflict at home, the little girl lost her temper and came out alone and waited for someone to pick her up. Han Che glanced at his watch, and if he didn't go back, he was afraid that he would not be able to catch the first class in the afternoon: "I have to go back to school, and I may not be able to wait with you." Here is my phone number. As he spoke, he opened his schoolbag, wrote his mobile phone number on a sticky note, tore it off, and pasted it on the table in front of her, "The sister who brought you over just now is my colleague, she is very good, if you have any questions, you can go directly to her." Also, if you really can't wait for someone, you should go home first, so as not to worry your parents. ”

"Parents"? But there was no need to say these words to a stranger, so she didn't say anything more, just listened to the boy named Han Che babbling in front of her. She suddenly felt very strange, why could someone talk so much to a stranger, wouldn't he be annoyed, wouldn't he feel tired?

She rested her hands on the back of the sofa, her head resting on her arms, tilting her head, and her hair hanging naturally on the sofa. Sometimes look out the window, sometimes at the person standing by the window preparing to leave.

He looked like a college student with his schoolbag on his back, standing in front of her, for about ten seconds, as if he wanted to say something, his eyes were a little drifting, a little cramped. Then, when she finally set her eyes on him, his gaze unexpectedly met hers. And when she felt like to laugh, and grinned at him, his smile was even more unnatural than hers. Quite strange.

Han Che took Metro Line 4 that day to Xinjiekou to transfer to another station, and almost missed the station. It was as if he was playing a silent movie in his head, replaying every shot with the girl over and over again, frame by frame. Slowed down, slowed down, and finally stopped at her smile. Holding the schoolbag in his arms, a big boy, like a fool, sat on the red plastic side chair, listening to the wind blowing in the subway, and the sound of sudden whistling by, like a train passing through a long tunnel, finally saw the light.