I met her on an autumn afternoon. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

That afternoon, I went to a chemical factory in the suburbs to visit one of my literary friends. I rode my bike along the road. It was the early autumn season, and the sky was blue and blue, as if it had just been washed, which made people feel indescribably comfortable. The fields are colorful and pleasing to the eye.

After walking out of the city for a while, I saw a man in front of me pushing a bicycle. At that time, there were no vehicles on the road, and it was such a sunny day, so this person looked particularly eye-catching.

When I got closer, I realized that it was a girl. She pushed her bike and walked slowly, apparently because something was wrong with it. The girl noticed that someone was coming from behind, and glanced back at me, and when I passed her, the girl looked at me again, and her eyes showed a desire for help.

So, after I walked side by side with her, I pinched the brakes and got out of the car. I asked her, "What's wrong?"

The girl said, "Somehow, the pedals can't move." ”

I said, "Let me see." ”

As I spoke, I crouched down and opened the chain box. It turned out to be off the chain. The chain gets stuck between the chain box and the sprocket, and of course it can't be pushed, which is not a problem. It's just that for such a girl, it's a problem.

I put the chain on the chain and stood up and said, "Okay." At the same time, he clapped his hands freely, looking like he had done a good deed without leaving a name. Turning around and pushing his bike, he was ready to leave.

Turning his head to look at the girl again. The girl held the handlebars with both hands, and stepped on the pedals with one foot, as if she was ready to drive forward. However, she did not see the girl driving forward, but looked at me and smiled.

Only then did I take a closer look at the girl. The girl's face is pink, like a baby's skin, and her eyes are black and shiny. The long hair is neatly tied into a ponytail at the back of the head, and the ponytail is very delicately permed with waves, giving people a unique feeling. He wears a snow-white jacket that is waist-length. The open neckline reveals a bright red shirt, which is particularly eye-catching and dazzling. On the leg is a pair of skinny jeans. Because she bent her knees on the pedals, she showed her moving curves more and more. On his feet were a pair of black high heels with a large opening, revealing a pair of beautiful long feet wearing white socks inside......

Looking at it, I can't help but feel excited. Isn't this the dream girl I've been looking for? How can I just walk away? But I've already made a gesture to leave, is there any reason to stay?

Looking at the girl again, there is also nostalgia. But she, like me, had already made a gesture of leaving, and there was no reason to stay.

As a result, despite the reluctance of the boss in our hearts, we had to start moving our own steps. We smile and express our closeness, and we use our footsteps to separate each other. Although the boss in our hearts is reluctant, can there be any other way? The two strangers meet occasionally, and they are not mentally prepared, so they have to be abruptly separated.

I got on the bike, still paying attention to the girl's every move. I watched her get off the highway and get on a dirt road in the countryside and drift away. My heart sank suddenly, as if I had lost something. Xinli secretly sighed: This encounter was too sudden, and there was no psychological preparation at all in advance. Otherwise, I would never have just missed out on my acquaintance with that girl. But now, I only hope to have the opportunity to meet this girl again. But this hope is slim, and even I don't believe in this comfort.

A short walk further on, you will reach the chemical plant. Wenyou is the secretary of the Youth League Committee of the chemical plant. I came to his office. It just so happened that he was inside. I took out one of my own assignments from my bosom and handed it to my literary friend. After reading it, Wenyou began to express his opinion. I will state my own opinion in response to his opinion. The two went back and forth, and a protracted debate began.

I don't know how long we were arguing, but suddenly the office door was pushed open. When I looked back, I couldn't help but feel overjoyed. The person who opened the door was the girl I had just met on the road!

When the girl saw me, she couldn't help but be overjoyed, and called, "You're here too!"

I hurriedly stood up and said, "Yes, yes! What a coincidence, we met again!"

The literary friend on the side asked in surprise, "Do you know each other?"

At this question, the two of us suddenly woke up and found that each other was a little out of shape. I hurriedly explained, "No, no, no, we don't know each other. I just helped her fix her bike on the way here. ”

The girl also hurriedly restrained her excitement and said, "What a coincidence. ”

Wen You asked, "Why do you have time to come to me today?" The girl said, "I went back to the village to see my grandmother, and I came to you by the way." Wenyou let the girl go to the sofa next to her. Next, I thought that Wenyou would introduce us to each other. Unexpectedly, Wenyou said to the girl: "There is water in the pot, pour it yourself when you are thirsty." There are newspapers on the shelves, and you can read them casually. I won't greet you. After speaking, Wenyou continued to debate with me on the topic just now.

Due to the gaffe of the two of us as soon as the girl entered the door. At this moment, I didn't dare to ask anything more about the girl. It was also inconvenient for the girl to pay special attention to our debate. However, there was a girl on the side, which undoubtedly made us both a little emotional. They all tried their best to express themselves in the debates, and as a result, the opinions expressed became more and more sharp, more and more extreme, more and more presumptuous, and more and more absurd. In the end, a serious argument is turned into a farce of showing off. I keep being cowhideous, and my literary friends are talking a lot. I didn't know it, and I thought it was two neuropaths talking.

The girl never took part in our arguments, and she listened to our conversation while reading the newspaper. Later, when she heard us talking crazy, she just hid her mouth and laughed without commenting.

Later, we suddenly noticed that it was already dark outside the window. My girlfriend's leave time is early.

We had to wrap up our debate and get up and go home. But I still have that girl in my heart. Although she sat next to me, I had been talking to Wenyou from beginning to end, and I had not been able to communicate with her, and I didn't even know who her surname was or where she was added. What if we leave this gate and don't have the opportunity to meet again? I have a new heart to ask, but I don't know where to start in a hurry.

This is, the girl raised a book in her hand and said to Wenyou: "I'll take this book back and read it, and I'll send it to you the day after tomorrow." He glanced at me as he spoke. My heart moved, and I replied in my heart: "I will definitely come the day after tomorrow." ”

After leaving the chemical plant, we drove down the road back to the city. Wenyou put me aside and began to talk to the girl alone. Just like when he was in the office, he took the girl aside and talked to me alone. Moreover, Wen You talked about situations that only he and the girl knew. I couldn't even interject.

And so he went all the way into the city and came to an intersection. The girl suddenly asked me, "Where do you work?" and I replied truthfully. Then, I just had to ask, "What about you?" and the girl would tell me what she was working for. However, I am still a very face-saving person, for fear that if I ask a question, I will expose my heart. Besides, I feel that I will see you again the day after tomorrow, so I am not in a hurry to ask such a question.

However, the girl seemed to be waiting for me to ask a question. She continued to walk with us. Wenyou reminded her: "It's time for you to turn the corner." Girl: "Ahh

Seeing the girl walking away, I asked Wenyou, "Who is this?" Wenyou replied vaguely: "This is also one of my Wenyou." ”

On the third day, I went to visit Wenyou again. Wenyou seemed to have expected me to come, but he still asked, "Why are you here?" I had already devised a reason for my visit, took out a copy of the Tao Te Ching from my bosom and handed it over, saying, "I brought you a book, didn't you say that you haven't read the Tao Te Ching?"

Wenyou took the book and didn't even move his footsteps. He took the book in his hand and flipped through it, then handed it to me again, and said, "No, no, we won't study this yet." I had to pick up the book again.

Immediately after, Wenyou suddenly said, "You go to my house." I was stunned for a moment, and thought to myself, "Isn't that girl coming this afternoon? Aren't you waiting for her? Could it be that she has already come?" But it was not easy to ask, so I asked Wenyou: "Is there something wrong?" Wenyou gave a vague "um". I can't say anything more, so I went to his house with Wenyou.

Wenyou took me into his room. The room was a mess, with sleek planed wooden strips scattered here. There were a few pieces of furniture in the middle of the floor that were half-done. Wenyou is getting married. His fiancée was an operator at the Telecommunications Bureau. I've seen a very easy-going girl. I think Wenyou asked me to come to his house, there must be something asking me for help. As soon as I walked in the door, I said, "What are you doing?" Who knew that Wen You waved his hand again and again and said, "No, no, no, there is nothing to do." You sit down. With that, he gathered the things on the bed and made room for me to sit down.

Further down, it seems that Wenyou doesn't know what to do. He stood in the middle of the room for a moment. Then go to the new furniture and open the cabinet doors one by one, and close them one by one. I chattered year after year, but I couldn't hear what he was saying, so I silently watched Wenyou's every move. Wenyou walked straight at me. After standing still in front of me, he commented on the strange phenomenon in today's literary world. The tone is impassioned and accompanied by powerful gestures. The words did not answer the preamble, and he couldn't understand what he was trying to say.

Listen, I suddenly understood. In fact, Wenyou asked me to come to his house, and I didn't have any career. He just wanted to avoid the girl and not let me see her. Good intentions.

Watching Wenyou seem to be a passionate performance. I found myself so far away from this person who was so close to me. I got up and took my leave, and any further stay would only torment my soul. Wenyou didn't keep it, and he was relieved to send it out. Before the words of "goodbye" fell, the door slammed shut.

……

Later, I tried very hard to find the girl. On the road where she appeared, at the intersection where she disappeared, in all the bustling and crowded places. However, I never got to see the girl again.

I don't know how the person who used to be my literary friend explained to her that I had disappeared. Are they still in the same relationship?

Later, I read Eileen Chang's prose. One of these short essays touched me a lot. The article is about a girl in a village who met the boy she had been dreaming of for a long time at the back door of her house one night. They "met", but never said hello. He walked over. Not far away, he stood still, and said softly, "Oh, are you watching here too?" she didn't say anything, and he didn't say anything more. After standing for a while, they walked away.

However, this girl was later abducted and trafficked to other places, "After countless thrilling turmoil, when she was old, she still remembered the old days, and often talked about that spring evening, under the peach tree at the back door, the young man ......"

In the end, the author concludes: "Meet the person you want to meet among thousands of people, in the endless wilderness of time for thousands of years, there is no earlier step, no later step, just catch up, then there is nothing else to say, but to ask softly: 'Oh, are you here too?'"

The title of this essay is "Love." If that's the case, then I guess I'd be satisfied.