(a)

In this story about you, I often can't help but write about your gaze. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

I refer to it over and over again. That's because it impressed me so much.

I am intoxicated by your gaze. Because your gaze is different from that of other people.

When you look at me, I feel a lot of energy coming into me, and this energy activates another energy that is contained in my body. They echo each other, merge with each other, exchange with each other, and generate more new ones. It's like millions of stars lit up in the sky at once.

I've been stared at by countless eyes since you left, but none of them have made me feel the same way.

Some eyes do come into me. But it can't ignite me anymore.

I saw them shine like sunlight into the valley of my heart, and then naturally decay to a dull and sink into the depths of the valley.

The kind of star you once lit is gone.

(b)

Once this step is taken, everything will be different.

After such a long time apart, we started dating again.

We all took this step knowing the consequences.

You know, once you send me this invitation, you can go from being a good teacher to being a bad scumbag.

I also know that once I go on your date, I may go from being a pure girl to being a problem girl.

We understand the world's standards, and yet, none of us can resist the date.

There is something in our dating that is older and more enduring than this life.

Our appointments take place on the roof of your residence.

That night, the weather was clear and the night sky was starry.

We climbed the wooden staircase to the small attic, drilled out of the narrow skylight, and sat side by side in the shadow of the ridge, on top of a long set of neatly arranged tiles on the roof, looking at the distant stars of eons ago.

The sensor street lights on the street below were bright and dim, and from time to time small fireflies flew past us with their lanterns.

Say, "Heart, look at the starry sky above us." What we see is a shadow of the universe hundreds of millions of years ago. The past and the present are so blended. ”

You say, "Some things, even if they have passed away for a long time, will still shine on us at this moment in the distant future." ”

True light is like that.

It is not limited by time and space.

(c)

That night, you told me a lot about your past life. I remember every word you said at the time.

Your father was a soldier and your mother was a teacher. You were born in an army compound. The family conditions are very good.

You've loved firearms since you were a kid.

When he was one year old, the family held a week ceremony, and the parents covered the bed with all kinds of things, including fountain pens, candy, toys, books, electrician's tongs, seeds, rice bags, tape measures, paintbrushes, erhu, and so on.

You crawl through everything, you ignore all of them, you climb from bed to the desk next to the bed, you climb up the pile of magazines that your parents stacked on the desk, and then your hand reaches for the white powder wall next to the magazines, and you grab the holster of your father's gun hanging on the wall.

You fall in love with the gun from the first sight of it.

From the time you were 5 years old, your father taught you how to shoot a gun.

It took him three days to make you a toy gun with a complex structure and a considerable range out of wire and rubber bands.

After a week, you'll be able to hit your target every time.

You've broken countless cups, plates, and dishes at home, and you've broken countless glasses in your neighbors' houses.

Your mother apologizes and cleans up while complaining to your father, who laughs smugly every time. He lifted you high and said he would be proud of you in the future.

You started shooting professionally when you were in the upper grades of elementary school. At the age of 11, he was selected for the provincial youth team with amazing results. You were the youngest member of the team, not much taller than a small-caliber rifle.

So, you started with the pistol program. Your results surprised everyone.

There's more to you than just your grades.

For example, you can quickly assemble and disassemble any type of firearm in complete darkness or blindfolded. You can even fix firearms malfunctions while blindfolded.

With a split second of light, you can remember the position of the target, and then you can hit the bull's-eye exactly with the coordinates in memory when it is completely invisible.

Once you've touched a gun, you'll be able to remember its features by the feel, and then you'll be able to pick it out of dozens of guns of the same model while blindfolded.

By the time you were 16 years old, you had become a very well-known and recognized professional player in the provincial youth team, and your room was filled with trophies and medals.

The provincial team and many national industry teams have rushed to invite you to join, and the special forces have also taken a strong interest in you.

At that time, you had very broad prospects for development, and no matter which path you followed, you would obviously have a brilliant future. This is very comforting and very proud for your parents.

(iv)

However, your parents had a slightly different opinion at the time. Your mother wants you to join the provincial or national team and follow the Olympic route. But your father strongly favored you to join the army and carry on his career.

Weighing the two phases, you also hesitated for a while. In the end, you still find the military more appealing to you. You've almost decided that you're going to follow your father's wishes and join the special forces force. Your father was very happy about it.

But one thing changes your choice.

During the Spring Festival of that year, in order to let you adapt to military life more quickly after joining the army, understand the hardships of military life, and make you mentally prepared to bear hardships and stand hard work, my father took you to visit a certain unit of the border guard stationed in Qinghai.

In Qinghai, you accompanied your father to a Chinese New Year tea party held by the local government. At the tea party, you are placed in a far back corner away from your father because you are not an official guest.

When you sit down, you feel a kind gaze watching you nearby.

You look around and you see a Tibetan red-robed monk who looks to be in his 50s, and he is watching you next to you.

The monk's face looked kind and familiar, and when your eyes fell on his face, he smiled and said, "Long time no see, Great General." ”

The monk's words surprise you, but for some reason, you don't feel abrupt.

The monk smiled, "The general must not remember me." But I still remember you. ”

He said, "I still remember what happened to you. ”

"It doesn't matter if you don't remember me," he said. But you also asked someone to come and meet. Do you remember that agreement? That person is already there waiting for you to go. Now, it's time to go on that date. Your fate is not over yet. ”

In the lingering background music of silk and bamboo in the venue, the monk's words evoke some vague memories in you. In a trance, you feel like you've had such a date. But you can't remember who you were dating and where for what.

The monk smiles at your bewilderment.

Then he took out a small cloth bag of yellow silk and handed it to you, and said, "Well, you have forgotten what you like with me." Now I can finally give it back to you. ”

You open the little cloth bag and see a mirror inside. The glass frame on its back is blue and shimmers with a jewel-like sheen.

The monk said, "Take this mirror with you, and one day, you will be able to see the person you have an appointment with." ”

You look at that mirror and think thoughtfully.

The monk smiled and patted you on the shoulder and said, "Go and meet the person you want to meet." You don't need to dedicate every life to the army and the war. (To be continued.) )