At that time, she had not yet come out of the failure of the college entrance examination, and walked into the door of this second-rate university with a trace of unwillingness and a little stubbornness, and with a carefully hidden inferiority.

At that time, she did not have the aura of the enviable grades in high school, and in the foreign language college with beautiful women, she was even more ordinary. There is no exquisite figure, no outstanding appearance, and no blockbuster talent. She was already inferior, and she was even more inferior, and she was even more silent when she was already silent.

At that time, he was as dazzling and excellent as the sun in the sky, which made people dare not look directly.

Such two people who are not related to each other, such two parallel lines that cannot intersect, are pulled together.

Just because, I don't know which tendon is wrong, she actually got into his eyes.

One

At the dinner table, the chips are staggered, you come and go, so it's not lively.

Sitting in the corner, she couldn't help frowning: I knew that I wouldn't have come to this dinner, and looking at the situation, it is estimated that I won't be able to leave in the middle of the night.

On a whim, she joined the Poetry Society. Today is the association's dinner, and I didn't want to come. At the last moment, a ghost appeared. At this moment, looking at the excitement that has nothing to do with me, I can't help but feel remorse.

His presence pushed the party to *.

It turned out that the student council was having dinner in another box. He greeted the president familiarly. The president excitedly introduced him to everyone: the famous student union president, the teacher's right-hand man, and the object of worship of the younger students. Because of his arrival, the senior sisters and juniors, who were already a little drunk, became more attentive and enthusiastic. Everyone took turns toasting, and he smiled warmly, and those who came did not refuse. The atmosphere of the party was unprecedentedly lively, only she sat quietly in the corner, smiling and watching this lively event that had nothing to do with her.

However, I don't know why, she is so ordinary, so ordinary, but she has entered his eyes.

Two

After that, the two people who were originally unrelated intersected more.

Because of a few limerick poems that are neither long nor short, the president suddenly became heavy on her. Every time I carry out an event, I always have to call her, invite guests, and ask her to go. And she can always call him to be a host or a guest, no matter how busy he is or whether he has time, he can always agree with a smile. Later, everyone asked her to do anything that wanted to ask for the president of the student union. After going back and forth, everyone knew the little secret between the two, and every time they saw her and him, everyone laughed ambiguously, and she always smiled noncommittally.

He also expressed his affection for her openly and secretly. Once, he even grabbed her hand, and his smile was still bright, "I'm curious about you, I really want to see if your heart is as calm and calm as you appear." He shook her hand hard, and she felt the pain, and looked up from his hand, only to see his sparkling eyes full of amusement. At that moment, she always felt that his smile was too bright and hairy, and she couldn't help but shudder and take a step back. He suddenly laughed heartily with satisfaction, "Little girl, uncle's eyes are very picky, but if you fall into the uncle's eyes, don't think about running away." “

However, she always felt that that hearty smile could not reach his eyes.

Three

More and more people around me are aware of this. Everyone looked at her with envy or jealousy or surprise or incredulity. Some people came to her and said to her in a tone of regret or questioning, "He is so good, how did you get into his eyes?" "Hurry up and accept it, after this village, there will be no more this shop." Whenever this happens, she thinks it is funny: why should I be flattered by his overtures, and then grateful to Dade for accepting it.

In the face of her lukewarm and uncaring attitude, everyone can't guess what kind of medicine she sells in her gourd. Only he is still not impatient, not slow or slow, and looks confident. Just occasionally send a flower or deliberately meet or create a little romance. And she, all the overtures to him, just accept all the dispensable.

That night, the moonlight was good. The breeze is mixed with the faint scent of gardenias, and the playground is also rare quiet. In the face of his chance encounter again, she just smiled and said nothing, but deliberately slowed down. However, he was still unhurried behind him, and he had no intention of catching up. At that moment, she suddenly became a little irritable.

"Why me?"

Behind him, he was visibly stunned, obviously not expecting her to ask a sudden question.

"I don't know."

Sensing the hint of arrogance and nonchalance in his tone, she became even more irritable and couldn't help but quicken her pace.

Maybe there's curiosity, why you're always so careless, what else can make you lose your composure, and what can make you panic.

The wind came to his voice, along with the faint sweet but not greasy scent of gardenias.

Four

Just when people thought they might start, maybe they would end. They are still like that, an unhurried overture, a dispensable acceptance. As a result, rumors began to spread, and everyone talked about it, full of dissatisfaction with her: saying that she was pretending to be high, saying that she didn't know what to do. When she heard this, she laughed.

Gradually, everyone began to gradually lose interest in this dispensable ambiguity, and they no longer became the focus of everyone's conversation. And they are still standing still. Sometimes, she will also wonder and be confused: what is their ambiguous relationship. And whenever this happens, she always smiles helplessly and is silent.

The pace of time never stops for anyone or anything. In the blink of an eye, it's the annual graduation season again. The campus is filled with a faint parting sentimentality.

His graduation is imminent, and everyone is guessing that this time he should launch a fierce offensive. And he just ate and drank with his brother, and she was never in those parties.

"My train tomorrow, will you come to see me off?"

"Probably not."

"I'm so good, why can't I get into your eyes?" He said a little helplessly.

"I don't know." She just said lightly, and then didn't look back, raised her legs and left.

It's still the same moonlight, it's still the same playground, only this time, but without the faint scent of gardenia that night.

Five

Life is still like that. In the blink of an eye, she also graduated.

She became an ordinary female teacher in a mountain village, staying with those innocent and simple children all day long, although the days were dull but very fulfilling, and she was very content. Occasionally, she would think of him, of the moonlight that night, of the faint scent of gardenias, and then softly ask herself why she hadn't been with him in the first place. But he couldn't find an answer, so he shook his head helplessly and walked into the classroom with a smile on his face.

On that occasion, she was invited by a friend to attend a wedding. I met him unexpectedly on the most prosperous and crowded road. He is still as dazzling as the sun, wearing a neat suit, hugging his girlfriend who is as beautiful as a flower, and the two of them are surprisingly well matched and surprisingly harmonious. She recognized him at a glance, the excellent him who was still high, but he didn't recognize her, the one who was still ordinary, still ordinary, and her appearance was not good.

The moment she passed by, she was in a trance for a moment, and then she strode forward without hesitating with a smile......

End

What he didn't know was that she only entered his eyes, but he entered her heart.

As he approached her and raised his glass to her, all she saw was his sparkling eyes and the bright smile in those eyes. At that moment, she couldn't hear or see anything. In a trance, she was allergic to alcohol, but she drank most of the wine, and for this, she even hung up on a whole day's drip. He didn't know how much she hoped she could keep her on the last night, how much courage she mustered to let her go, and what kind of restraint she had to keep herself from messing up in front of him. What he didn't know was that the day he left, the day he thought she hadn't gone to see him off, she hid behind the pillar and waited until the train was completely out of sight, for a long, long time, before leaving in despair.

His curiosity came too easily, but after curiosity, after revealing the mystery, would it be endless disappointment? His liking, his favorability, is too careless, too condescending, too child's play. Therefore, she didn't dare to ask for it, and she couldn't afford it. Just because

"I have only entered your eyes, but you have entered my heart.