Anyone may have that once in their life, with a simple spring dream, embark on a long distance on a certain day.

Winter was coming, so I put on a turtleneck cashmere sweater to keep the cold wind down my neck, and a half-length, dark red fine plaid wool trench coat over the black cashmere.

Tight waist, double-breasted buttons, horseshoe sleeves, nostalgic style of clothing, let me stand out from the crowd in the middle of the night, the sparsely populated train station exit pick-up point.

After Mars's interstellar grinding, I finally agreed to let him come and see me. Once I gave him the address, he couldn't wait, took most of the salary he had just received and bought a plane ticket and flew to me the next day.

However, my city is not navigable, and he has to transfer to a train in our provincial capital to get there. So he stopped by and had a hasty meeting with the head of the regiment, Mars Kakanegi, in the provincial capital, and then came to me without stopping.

In fact, I am also very excited and looking forward to the moment when I see Mars Interstellar.

It was already eleven o'clock at night, and the people who picked up the station in twos and threes, under the dim street lamps, were empty and real.

I tucked my hands into the pockets of my trench coat around my waist and held my phone tightly in one hand, waiting for it to vibrate for every time.

Although I knew that this train would always be a lot late, I still arrived outside the train station early according to the time it arrived on time.

I've never walked outside the train station so late, so I'm a little timid to try to stand in a brightly lit place, but it's a little farther away from the big iron gate at the exit, but I can still see the people coming in and out of the iron gate, because I'm standing a little higher, on the steps on the right side of the road at the exit.

Ever since Mars got on the train, I've been getting text messages from him all the time since he got there, or the name of the station he just passed by. The vibration of one text message after another conveyed his eager eagerness to me, and I couldn't help but get nervous, after all, it was the first time I had met someone who I knew well, but I had never met before.

When Mars's interstellar train was about to arrive at the station, he called me and told me that he was wearing a dark blue down jacket and carrying a blue-gray travel bag. I also fed back to him information about my physical characteristics: short to medium straight hair, half-length black and red plaid trench coat.

After hanging up the phone, more than ten minutes passed, the train had not yet arrived at the station, and there was no news from him.

Thinking about it, it was almost there, and we would be able to meet soon, so I resisted several times and didn't call his mobile phone for fear of wasting his mobile phone roaming charges.

Finally, the long whistle of the train whistle was heard across the silent night sky and from the distant tunnel mountain.

My heart suddenly accelerated, my palms began to sweat, and my phone was clenched tighter.

It didn't take long for the iron gate at the exit of the station to be opened, and a crowd of people who had just gotten off the train continued to pour out from inside. I scanned the people on the move, looking for a man in a blue down jacket with a blue-gray bag.

I still put my hands in the pockets of my nostalgic trench coat, looking forward to watching from afar with the graceful gesture of a graceful female agent.

When a person who had been on the "joint code" really came into my line of sight, a feeling of sudden lightning strikes made me suddenly lose almost all the sensation of my nervous system.

I really doubt myself, or I'm just deceiving myself.

"Did I mishear or remember the "joint code"? Or Mars Interstellar is joking with me! He was trying to tease me, deliberately telling me the characteristics of someone in the same car, trying to test my reaction...... Right? ”

I froze in place, not knowing what to do, to walk forward, or to turn away.

A person who stopped and stopped, and finally stood at the end, absorbed my attention, except for the first impression that can be summarized as a whole by using the word "obscene", other physical characteristics are in line with the hints given to me by Mars Interstellar.

The wide dark blue down jacket was not zipped, so it was even more fluffy on most of the body of the extremely short and thin "Mars Interstellar", making his legs look almost negligible, and the overall effect was like a turtle standing upright. The blue-gray travel bag he was carrying in one hand was also exaggerated to almost half his size.

The main thing that made me stunned was his eyes and expressions that were different from ordinary people. How to describe it? Melancholy was mixed with suspicion, fear mixed with hostility, and there was not the slightest trace of happiness or longing that appeared on his countenance, as if he had been coerced into coming to a strange land with great reluctance.

How can this be connected to the person in my mind who is thinking about coming to see me every day, and who I imagine to be very manly?

The man who looked nervous and looked left and right seven or eight meters away from me was really scared that I wanted to turn around and run away, but for some reason, I couldn't lift my legs again, just stiffened in place, watching his every move.

After looking around for a while, he also turned his head to the right to look for me, as if he had found me, but he probably didn't dare to come and recognize him, so he took out his mobile phone and dialed my number.

The sharp and piercing ringtone, the moment it rang in my pocket, he who could also hear my mobile phone ringing not far away, came to look at me intently, and then walked towards me while holding the mobile phone that kept calling.

At this moment, I still didn't take out my phone to answer, it continued to chirp in my pocket, and without any idea, it also looked at the person intently, and slowly approached me.

When he stopped, stood at the foot of the stone steps, and looked up at me, I hurriedly searched for the language of the brain tissue, and made up words that did not reveal my inner thoughts as much as possible.

I pretended to be calm and said, "I've been spotting you for a long time, let's see when you'll recognize me." ”

The moment I said this, he hung up the phone that had been unanswered.

And I understood why I didn't turn around and run away. Because I know that the Mars Star that I have loved very much for the past two months, and who I met on the first day of "PlanetSide", is now just out of the screen and real in front of my eyes, am I so unwilling to face my own choice?

"If you recognize me, you won't call me, really."

Apparently dissatisfied, "Mars Interstellar" stepped up the stone steps and said his first words to me in reality.

Even if he stood on the steps where I was standing, it seemed that the top of his head still did not exceed my line of sight, and my feet were only wearing air cushions with wedges, so he was definitely not 1.7 meters tall, and I doubted 1.65 meters! But he said that he is 1.7 meters? At this moment, I felt even more psychologically discreet, what was his lie.

I couldn't tell a lie, so I told the truth,

"Because I feel strange, it's completely different from what I imagined you to be in the game."

"Of course it's different. Aren't you disappointed? ”

He looked at me apprehensively, but the defense seemed to be well-founded.

"It's just a little strange."

I tried my best to hide my inner activity, for fear of hurting his pride.

"Let's go." I said, while my hands were still in my pockets on my left and right waists, and I just shook my head slightly to the right, signaled, and then turned and walked into the night.