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In the dark, Pingguo acknowledges that everything in the world is not determined by your subjective needs, desires, and beliefs.

Pingguo has long known that there is no choice but to do whatever he wants in many things.

Even, Pingguo is a little lucky: the police flower also went to Europe, and there must be no hole.

Although the Indian poet Rabindranath Tagore warned earlier:

The farthest distance in the world is not life and death, but I stand in front of you, and you don't know that I love you

The farthest distance in the world is not that I stand in front of you, but that you don't know that I love you, but that you are obsessed with love but can't say I love you

The farthest distance in the world is not that I can't say that I love you, but I want you to be painful, but I can only bury deep in my heart

The farthest distance in the world is not that I can't say I miss you, but that we love each other but can't be together

The farthest distance in the world is not to love each other but not to be together, but to know that true love is invincible, but pretending not to care at all and not putting you in your heart

The farthest distance in the world is not that you can't resist this longing, but you have to deliberately pretend not to put you in your heart at all, but with an indifferent heart, digging an insurmountable ditch between you and the person who loves you

I think that at the beginning, after entering the police university, Pingguo always had a dark place in the depths of his soul, that is, he couldn't "meet" local men.

Daydreams are always replaced by a melodious and beautiful grassland song from my childhood: "The white clouds float in the blue sky, and the horses run ...... under the white clouds"

Pingguo always thinks: "My other half must fall in love with me at first sight, we must love to the death, love like a shadow, love each other inseparably." ”

The curse was manifested in the Mongol Battell.

In the early summer of the year when he was 18 years old, when he was in the gate class of Pingguo's school, he met Zhang Jing, a female student from the police university, a high school alumnus of Gao Pingguo's first class.

The two of them stood in front of the gate, and you continued to talk about the old one.

Zhang Jing heard that Pingguo still didn't have a boyfriend, so she immediately recommended Pingguo to meet a grassland man who could play the piano, the handsome guy of their year.

My ex-boyfriend Battle and I hit it off at first sight.

The day we met was a weekend evening.

Pingguo wore a white silk blouse and a sky-blue strap dress, and his long, straight black hair draped over his shoulders (in order to hide this long straight hair, Pingguo had to get up half an hour early every day and tie it into a mustache, otherwise, he would be caught by the gang in the student guidance office and forcibly cut off and turned into ultra-short hair, like all police officers and college girls, extremely violent). ), crescent-shaped squints, curved and upturned corners of the mouth, outlining the appearance of a simple and charming little girl.

Battle said: Where is the quasi-police, it's just an innocent little girl!

It can be seen that the beauty of Pingguo is covered by the charm of temperament.

As the saying goes: there is poetry in the belly!

Although Pingguo doesn't read much poetry, her special hobby is reading. Reading ancient books, reading novels, reading philosophy, if I hadn't kept reading miscellaneous books during the college entrance examination, maybe I wouldn't have been abandoned by Peking University, and I reluctantly entered the police university.

Pingguo discovered: This tall, handsome, enthusiastic, and bold authentic Mongolian man, who plays and sings, is from a famous art middle school.

Looking at him, Pingguo's eyes were an intoxicating scene of "the wind blows the grass and sees the cattle and sheep".

Back then, Genghis Khan relied on the team spirit of the steppe wolf, and the iron horse Jingo swept across the Eurasian continent, and he is still impressed by the arrogant Eurasians, which is not unimpressive, nostalgic and longing.

Pingguo soon felt that he had not seen him for a day, and he was groggy all day long, thinking about everything about him.

Before, Pingguo had never loved, not even talking, eating, or walking alone with boys, so she didn't know: true love, what is it all like?

She just often lies on the bed in the police officer's college dormitory and asks herself: Is this love?

I remember the first heartbeat I felt when I felt my heart beat on a Sunday afternoon, when Pinggo and Battle went to a lake in the western suburbs.

This lake can almost be described as an artificial lake.

A small river flowing from the south, the Jia River, flows into the lake, and it was expected to solve the problem of drinking water for the urban people, but it was unexpectedly unable to solve the problem of drinking water in the city at all.

So, that year, after Chairman Mao Zedong inspected the river on the top of the mountain in the northern suburbs, he issued a call, and the urban people quickly built the river irrigation station, and the river sand water went through multiple procedures, partly irrigating farmland and partly injecting into the lake.

After sedimentation, irrigation, and flowing into the river, the water of the big river has become clear and green, and there are many kinds of fish in the water, and the greenery around the lake is also very beautiful and beautiful.

It was in such a beautiful scenery that Pingguo's heart was moved.

On that day, the two of them sat on the grass and talked for a long time, the scorching sun had set in the west, the western sky was full of colorful clouds, and the lilac mist shrouded the green trees and water......

So, Pingguo was a little melancholy, and raised his curved eyes with long eyelashes, which coincided with Battle's affectionate gaze, Pingguo couldn't help blushing, jumped up in panic, and fled from danger, but Pingguo really felt the thumping heartbeat in that longing, with a little sweet and tight~

But Pingo still doesn't feel ready, and she doesn't know if Battle is the other half she's looking for, even though they've known each other for three months.

In the less than 100 days, they only gradually approached each other, and the time interval between seeing each other became shorter and shorter.

Many times, Pingguo hopes to communicate with each other in the same city and school.

However, even such words of "let's communicate" are difficult for Pingguo to say.

Pingguo could only record his thoughts and feelings in his diary, dissecting the personality, preferences and characteristics of the Mongol.

Many times, Pingguo longed to understand what they thought to each other when they were not together.

She even went to the department store and bought two beautiful thick diaries, but even if she did such a thing, handed him a diary and asked him to record his mood together, Pingguo felt that she could not do it.

After all, it's a request from the bottom of my heart.

The adolescent Pingguo stubbornly believes that in the relationship between men and women, girls should be reserved, introverted, and passive. In particular, when a girl is not clear about her emotional direction at all, and she can't figure out whether she is in love, she should be a simple shy and reserved girl.

If you live in the present, for such a long time, the sexes attract each other and tempt each other, I am afraid that they have already hugged, kissed, and even slept with each other. Pingguo smiled.

It's just such a first love, Pingguo doesn't plan to want it.

Pingguo longs for a love that is strongly attracted to the opposite sex, and pursues a passive feeling of being melted.

Pingguo thought in his heart, never to have unrequited love again.

In the past, when Pingguo was in high school, he had a crush on a boy who was like a math genius, and his crush and unrequited love were very torturous.

One day between classes, Pingguo inadvertently turned his head and saw the boy standing in front of the window, and the boy was shooting straight through the window with a disgusted round eye, which suddenly scared Pingguo back to his original wonderful first love.

Later, when he first entered the police officer college, Pingguo had a crush on a military coach, and quietly wrote down three diaries about his events, and then, suddenly, one day, I heard that he had a girlfriend.

Pingguo had to be in great pain, and repeatedly warned himself: give up this unrequited love and secret love of "helpless flowers" and be a hero intellectually.

Pingo seems to have met Battle in the sadness of a broken love.

So Pingguo needs a genuine double sincere first love, love, a must, it's a double room, she needs a passionate green love affair so much, and she needs to be really intoxicated, in that wonderful, sweet, happy feeling.

One Sunday morning, Pingguo was asleep in her own home, because Pingguo had just stayed up late to finish reading the American classic Hao Scarlett's "Gone with the Wind", and Hao Scarlett's confusion, confusion and stubbornness deeply touched her......

When the east was bright, Pingguo was ready to sleep, and when she was about to fall asleep, she also thought: "If I fall in love, I will never lose such a strong, shrewd and capable Bai Ruide like Hao Scarlett."

In the future, whoever can awaken my soul will be determined to follow him! ”

Pingguo fell asleep sweetly.

For a long time, Pingguo always had such a dream repeatedly: he was alone climbing a mountain, surrounded by flowers, weeds, towering trees, etc., and the stream was clear and tinkling. She always stops and stops, reluctantly admiring all the beauty she encounters, and from time to time she is amazed to collect the newly discovered beautiful wildflowers or magnificent leaves or slippery pebbles into the books or backpacks she carries with her, although she has long made up her mind to climb to the top of the mountain, and she always has a strong belief: she must "see all the mountains at a glance", and she must feel the feeling of "thinking of the world and the world, and crying alone".

However, in his dreams, Pingguo never reached the top of the mountain, and thus never experienced the feeling of heroism and triumph or sorrow, and many times dreamed of a colored cobra coming out of a tree or a roadside grass...... Frightened...... Every time she woke up, she was sweating profusely.

The knock on the door of "--- pong, bang---bangbang" woke Pingguo up suddenly.

In a trance, Pingguo's mind was still full of the poem:

Who's knocking on the door?

Open the door

No one was in sight

I secretly hoped in my heart

When I was asleep on the bench of life

How I wish it would wake up my soul in time.

At that time, it was this knock on the door that shook Pingguo's soul.

Pingguo hurriedly got up, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and completely believed in fate.

Because outside the door, the knocker standing at the door was none other than the Mongolian Batel, who had already moved Pingguo's heart. He was dressed in military uniform, tall and mighty and heroic, and his big black eyes were full of smiles, love and enthusiasm.

Pinggo immediately thought of a poem by Tagore: "You smile slightly, and don't say anything to me." And I feel like I've been waiting for this for a long time. ”

And this Mongolian man, Battle, sang like a poem: "My heart is a bird of the wilderness, and in your eyes it finds its sky." ”

Pingguo was happy all of a sudden. Because this poem is a sentence from the great Indian poet and Nobel laureate Rabindranath Tagore's poetry collection "Birds".

This Mongolian is Ping Hanhan's biological father, named Battell, which means "hero" in Mongolian.