Fairy Weaver Girl

When the schoolgirl first came to the commissary, these two words came to his forehead restlessly, as if they were about to burst out, and then slipped into his mouth, and he was in a trance, but he still did not say it.

At that time, he was sitting on a dark bench behind the glass counter, and the TV set next to the gray powder wall was playing "Tianxian Pei", which was not Kunqu Opera or Peking Opera, but a popular local opera. It's almost the 21st century, even in the countryside, the TV set is not unusual, it's just that the programs there are monotonous, the antenna is not very reliable, and it is still the biggest entertainment to go to the theater troupe, so for him, he can watch the drama without going out now, which is already quite satisfying. If it is a few years later, the regional small stations will gradually be marginalized, and the local opera will shrink until it is about to die, and the repertoire occasionally broadcast by the provincial station will also be reserved for Kunqu Opera, Huangmei Opera and the like, and the special drama channel will be the strength of the national TV station to go to luxury. Of course, that's an afterthought.

A young man who is almost twenty years old, more and more of the playmates who grew up together are starting families, and his parents, who have not met for a long time, summoned him from his hometown, which naturally has the meaning of this, which is nothing more than to take root in the city. It's just that I don't know if it's because I'm born sluggish or for some other reason, this young man still stubbornly retains his peculiar outlook on life and values, and for him, "finding a partner" is no more attractive than the stories of talented and beautiful women in the play.

This is really rotten wood that cannot be carved, and his own son is so confused. But the parents couldn't say anything for a while. He has grown up, although the blood relationship is there, but he has not seen each other for more than ten years since he was a child, and it is natural for each other to be estranged, and there are some politeness or estrangements that should not exist.

He lowered his head and stood up, I don't know if it was because he had been sitting on the bench for a long time, his hands and feet were a little unnatural, but business still had to be done, he opened the glass cabinet door, picked up a plastic bag, and placed it on the counter.

"Brush-", the wallet zipper was opened, the sound of a dollar coin, and the pouch with the bread face up was taken.

After a while, maybe a few seconds, she glanced up, and then walked out of the counter to look, she was already out of sight. When he turned around, he was still babbling and singing on the TV, and he suddenly felt very bored.

There are no fairies in this world, there are no fairies, there are no fairies on TV, and there are no flowers printed on the posters on the walls, this is common sense, and fools don't know.

If there was one word to describe his current mood, "disillusionment" would be more appropriate - it turns out that there are really fairies. Of course, it's not all right to say that she is a fairy, she is just an ordinary girl, she can't ride the clouds and fog and can't do fairy arts, she looks quiet and quiet. He put himself back on the bench, trying to remember what she looked like.

Wearing a white tracksuit, not very tall, I can't remember anything else.

Tomorrow, maybe tomorrow she'll come again, he thought.

She could walk on the road of tofu making, he thought again, and then felt that he was simply inexplicable

After a while, the commissary introduced a new variety, sprinkled with shredded coconut and a thin layer of cream inside, and the price was doubled and popular. It's just that this bread is not pre-wrapped, and it has to be put into a plastic bag one at a time, which is really annoying. And when he handed it to her for the first time with a plastic bag in his hand, every step forward in the air was a new experience, and the annoyance became the exact opposite emotion.

Obviously, it was normal to raise his hand, reach out, and return his hand, but he just felt that it was done with a brush. In the next few days, he was in the same position and at the same height, and he repeated it many times by himself, but he couldn't get the same feeling back, why did this happen?

Sometimes it's morning, sometimes it's evening when the street lights come on, it's been almost a year, and basically once a day, every time she buys a loaf of bread, and every time she's alone. It's a bit strange that both men and women, teenage high school students are at a lively age, and in contrast, she is more likely to attract attention when she is alone. He has witnessed many pick-ups with her as the target, and the so-called pick-ups are more like stand-up comedy directed and performed by high school boys, and it is the kind without an audience, because from the beginning to the end, there is no response at all.

Although women have the natural right to refuse, since it has reached this level, there are many people who hate from love, and with three or five righteous partners coming out to help, it is really ugly to say it to your face. However, there was still no response, and in short, it was completely ignored.

You children don't understand anything, she's a fairy who doesn't eat the fireworks of the world, except for my bread

Every day, she took the initiative to say the same sentence to him, "One loaf of bread, thank you", with an action of reaching out to point out the type of bread he wanted.

In any case, he is also a grown man, and some things are self-explanatory. Yes, he knew it was unreasonable to be complacent about it. She would say "thank you", but people did not feel warm thanks, more like putting the two words together and saying them coherently without any emotion, and sometimes he even felt as if he was talking to a foreigner, although he had never met a foreigner, and he had never spoken to a foreigner.

But the thought of seeing her every day gives a complete overwhelming advantage to joy and longing, and the former self-deprecation becomes useless on the beach.

With the lessons of those brave young men in front of him, he warned himself: don't make superfluous movements, don't say superfluous words, don't have superfluous eyes, and don't pretend to be clever. After all, the school is very large, and he is not the only commissary, but it is located on the nearest road from the playground to the dormitory, which is considered a good location. If the words are abrupt, and the other party thinks that you have some bad intentions and will not come to patronize it from now on, it will be too much to gain and lose

It's already dinner, and she hasn't come today. However, during the day, the school was very lively for a while, and I heard that there was a group fight somewhere.

At eight o'clock, the wind and rain still didn't stop, and in the light of the commissary, the soaked girl dragged her tired body in, and the young man sitting behind the counter watching TV immediately stood up: "Uh, you"

"A loaf of bread, thank you."

"Oh." The young man nodded, hurriedly followed the girl's instructions to wrap the big noodles, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Do you want an umbrella?" ”

"No, you don't." Looking at the label on the umbrella bar, the girl shook her head, took her purse from her wet pocket, took out a few half-wet coins with her fingers and placed them on the counter, and then took the bread. The moment he opened his wallet, the young man saw that there didn't seem to be any extra banknotes in it.

He hesitated slightly, and when he looked up again, the girl had already walked out of the door with the bread on her chest, and the young man sat down to look at the picture on the TV, and then looked back at the rain curtain outside the store, and after a while, he gritted his teeth, picked up an umbrella and rushed out.

The girl's figure appeared under the street lamp not far ahead, and he chased after it.

"Uh, it's raining, you're soaking wet, don't worry, I'll give it to you, goodbye"

The girl's plain gaze seemed to give people a faint sense of oppression, so that he spoke very unsmoothly, after handing the umbrella over, he lowered his head and smiled, turned around and ran to the commissary, it seemed that there was a figure hidden in the darkness in the distance, he didn't think much about it, ran to the eaves, the girl had already taken the umbrella silently to the other side of the road, and gradually left this field of vision.