At night, I didn't follow Xia Yun out of the house.

In the past six months, I have tried to stalk her secretly several times, but what I played in the movie is completely deceitful.

If you drive, you often encounter traffic jams, congestion, and a traffic light will be lost; If she doesn't drive, the streets are full of taxis, and you can't tell which one she got on in the blink of an eye; And if you take the subway or bus, it is easy to be seen by her.

So, my strategy can only be, wait.

Wait for her to make another mistake.

"Cheating is like a wild cat stealing, as long as you do it once, there must be a second time."

This is what Ah B said. When he was about to graduate from college, he got together with a married woman, and the two of them were like glue, but later the young and beautiful rich woman fell in love with another handsome guy and dumped him. But he has never acknowledged this fact.

I rented a one-bedroom apartment on the opposite floor, on the twentieth floor, right across from my balcony.

I started to travel more often, sometimes for real, but mostly fake. The time to open a gallery is relatively free, but you also need to travel to other places frequently, such as to acquire a painter's work, or to negotiate a collaboration, or to deliver goods to an anonymous large client.

But when I pretend to be on a business trip, I will stay in this rented house all night, connect the astronomical telescope to the computer, observe what Xia Yun is doing, and even when I sleep, I will record on a 24-hour loop to avoid missing any chance to catch evidence.

Since she has taken a man home once, there will definitely be a second time, a third time.

It's enough for me to catch it once.

I snuggled myself into the couch with my computer on my lap and a small box of snacks and beer next to me.

Xia Yun is not at home, and the current time belongs to me and her.

I looked at her on the screen, wearing a baggy shirt on the top and only a pair of white shorts underneath, and unscrupulously resting her legs on the sofa cushions, but unfortunately the angle was not perfect.

But even so, these slender white and tender long legs are enough to make people think about it.

I prefer to look at her side face.

Watching her for a long time.

Ever since I first saw her dancing, I've been spying on Xia Yun during breaks, occasionally spying on her.

She lives alone and probably doesn't have a boyfriend, because she has a regular schedule, and she is home at night on weekdays and returns late on weekends. In addition to dancing and practicing yoga, most of the time, she wears headphones and reads a book, sometimes in the bay window, sometimes in bed, sometimes on the sofa, and sometimes at the table.

Her quilt is a pale blue with white wildflowers. Bras are mostly white, and so are underwear. There are two furry bear toys at the head of the bed, one large and one small, and sometimes when I sleep at night, I will hold a bear. She used to lie on her right side, so most of the time, I would see her legs on the bear's body in the early morning, with her pink skin and beautiful lines.

I used to wonder why she didn't like to draw the curtains when she slept at night, until one weekend, when the sun hit her back, and I understood why.

Xia Yun also likes the morning sun so much, so our bedroom bay window is made into a blind, the advantage is that the sunlight can easily run in, and the disadvantage is that now I rarely have the opportunity to see the scene in the bedroom.

The woman in the camera will practice yoga for an hour every night, sometimes changing to dancing, her body is soft, and sometimes she bends down, which makes people think about it.

I haven't seen her cook, maybe she can't, or maybe she doesn't want to do it alone. But I often watch her order takeout, the most is crayfish, then milk tea, and occasionally orders a bucket of porridge, holding the porridge bucket alone, holding it with her own big spoon and drinking.

Many times, she would wear headphones in a quiet daze, and sometimes, she would fall asleep listening to them, and I wondered what she was listening to, whether it was a song or a story. But this is also the moment when I enjoy it the most, I will pull the camera focus to the most appropriate angle and look at her quietly on the screen, sometimes with the front face, sometimes with the side face.

It's like going back to college days.

Xia Yun is often like this, sleepy beside me.

Xia Yun's roommates all said that I was lucky enough for Xia Yun to take a fancy to me.

Don't talk about them, even the group of dog friends around me, when they knew that I was going to chase Xia Yun, they would only say that I was a toad who wanted to eat swan meat and dreamed.

Xia Yun is a top student in the English Department, and she is also a member of the Literature and Art Committee of the Student Union. And I'm just an ordinary student at the Academy of Fine Arts, with half-long hair, sloppy every day, except for working in a boxing gym, I only know how to stay in the studio and paint.

Our acquaintance was a bit dramatic.

At that time, the school had two dormitory buildings, one red and one blue, with boys living in the red building and girls living in the blue building. The two buildings are not far from each other, and there is a green space in between, which will be passed from the dormitory to the cafeteria.

Every time Xia Yun and her classmates passed by, they could hear the sound of many boys whistling and coaxing in the Red Mansion. Many dormitories have secretly bought binoculars, and before the lights go out at night, especially when the girls take a shower, it is the time when the hormones in the Red Mansion are the most bursting.

The first time I met Xia Yun was on a rainy day.

I carried my sketchpad on my back and walked through the cafeteria back to the dormitory, it was raining heavily outside, I put the sketchpad on my head, and vaguely heard a few boys next to me laughing and cheering each other.

"There you go!"

"Don't you like her? You go! ”

"If you don't go over, you'll run away!"

"Haha, huh?"

College boys are always like this, when facing the girl they like, they have a thief's heart but not a thief's courage. Therefore, even if you take a good hand, you will always lose to the veteran players at the table in the society, and you can use it as a king if you lose two cards at will.

I rushed into the rain and strode forward, but before I had gone far, there was a figure of a girl with her hand on her head, and she was also running forward, but her body was already drenched in soup.

"Hey!" I shouted, and then put the drawing board on her head, and she paused in surprise, her hair was in a mess of the rain, and it hung down on her face, like a sparrow that had been fried, and she couldn't see her appearance at all.

"Take it!" I urged.

She hesitantly took it and held it up to her head.

"Go back to me, second studio, road! Speech! Early morning! ”

I shouted my name twice, then threw off my arms, and ran to the dormitory, leaving the chic backs of a group of people who thought they were handsome in the rain, and then Xia Yun recalled that scene, always smiling and saying, like an old hen with wings in the rain.

This story has been interpreted in many versions since then.

Some people say that the goddess of the English department is chasing a guy from the art department, but she has been hiding from the boy for many days; Some people also say that it is the guy from the art department who sends paintings to the goddess every day to confess.

In fact, the truth is that it was raining so hard that I didn't recognize who she was. Later, she came to the second studio to find me twice, wanting to thank me in person, but I happened to be feverish from the rain and lay in the dormitory for several days, so I didn't see each other by mistake.

The second intersection was at the student art exhibition organized by the Academy of Fine Arts.

I painted a sketch called "Cherry Blossoms", and the main character in the painting is a strange girl in a shirt, surrounded by a rain of cherry blossoms like snow.

Coincidentally, the girl I drew was her.

It was more than a month ago, I was sketching in the park next to the school, there were many people on the grass, but I saw a girl at a glance, sitting there quietly, looking into the distance in the sun. Her hair fluttered in the wind, and her green shirt barely covered her beautiful curves.

At that moment, I just felt my heart beating. The first time I had this strange feeling for a strange girl, I later recalled that it was supposed to be a primitive desire for life. But at that time, I just thought she was very beautiful, better than Chen Yiyao in high school.

Before the third year of high school, I swore in front of Chen Yiyao that I would never meet a better girl than her in my life, I remember very clearly, when Chen Yiyao listened to my words, she said she didn't believe it, saying that I would only talk about good things, but her face was red like a peach blossom.

If Chen Yiyao is a peach blossom, then this girl is like a lily. The world is colorful, but she doesn't seem to belong to the world, it's so quiet, subtle, and white beauty, even if the cherry blossoms of the whole world are blooming, it can't hide a bit.

At that time, I didn't know that she was Xia Yun, the school flower of the famous boys' dormitory, and there was no rain when I painted her, and of course there was no non-romantic encounter with a drawing board in the rain to block the rain, I was just from the perspective of aesthetics and hormones-bursting virgins, and I was deeply fascinated by the scene in front of me.

I watched her raise her head slightly in the sun, her eyes seemed to penetrate her soul, at that moment my heart rippled, everything around me seemed to stop, my heart seemed to be suffocated, and the sweet sadness could not be suppressed-

How can there be someone better looking than Chen Yiyao?

I had a strong urge to draw her on paper, and I remember my hands shaking a little as I held the brush. As I tried to keep my mind steady, I secretly prayed that this girl would stay in front of my eyes a little longer, and that I would have more time to draw her.

I don't know how long it took, but as if sensing my attention, she turned her head and swept her gaze over me, intentionally or not. Even at a certain moment, such beautiful eyes looked at me quietly for a while.

Five seconds? Or ten seconds?

Then she laughed, and straightened her hair with her fingers, tweaking the messy strands behind her ears. The smile at that moment is what the book says, "Looking back and smiling", this is the feeling. She just turned her head and smiled so lightly that it emptied my whole heart.

When I put the last touches of color on the board, I realized that she had already left. I stood quietly in the sunset, looking around me and not seeing her. I put my hands on my chest, and it was empty, filled with an indescribable taste.

This feeling came so suddenly that I was at a loss, and my heart was full of surging impulses and deep guilt.

I remember that there were only six words in my head at the time:

Chen Yiyao, I'm sorry.