Lin Ximeng's schedules and I have always been so close to each other, since junior high school, and it is no accident that the two cars can be next to each other. I've always excitedly called this a fateful arrangement, but from a rational point of view, I think it's actually just a close schedule.

Nowadays, this accident has evolved into a chance encounter on the way to school. One person came from the south to the north, and the other came from the south, and they all converged on the main road leading to the school, and at the intersection of the meeting, they looked at each other and smiled.

You don't need to deliberately calculate the time, you don't want to be able to walk together every day, you just believe in each other's telepathy, just for the unexpected but in the ideal heartbeat. You may only encounter it once in a week, but once in a week, it will be enough.

In addition to going to school, school is also a great opportunity to make "chance encounters". Similarly, I didn't deliberately wait for Lin Ximeng at the school gate, I just estimated the time when she was out of school, and then tried to increase the probability of a chance encounter. Compared with the desperate desire to walk with Yan Jinfeng at that time, I was more calm and indifferent at this time, and fate always gave me a good return.

We were walking together on the road and happily talking about the strange things in our respective classes this week.

"The Chinese teacher in our class is very passionate about teaching!" I made a start.

"Oh? How do you say it? Lin Ximeng looked at me curiously.

"He always dances in class, like he is acting in a play. It's funny! ”

"That's cute, hee-hee."

"Yes, especially his expression, I don't know why, the more serious he is, the more we want to laugh."

"I don't think I'm born with a funny face."

"Not really. On the contrary, I look at you, you have a funny face. ”

"Huh?" Lin Ximeng looked at me in surprise.

"I am so happy every time I see your face. Hey! ”

"you!" Lin Ximeng yelled shyly.

"Haha, to be honest, you always have a smile on your face, like a flower blooming in the sun."

"Humph! Stop, let's stop talking about this! ”

……

Just like that, week after week, we never have an endless topic to talk about. Teacher so-and-so has done something unusual, there are too many homework in a certain class to be completed, and the cafeteria, which needless to say, knows that the food is difficult to eat suddenly appeared a bright spot one day......

Every time I look at her, I am always more convinced that she is the person I am destined to be in my life, I have finally met the ideal human partner, but it is also possible that she is a cat like me, but it doesn't matter, as long as I can be with her forever, I will always be with happiness.

For a long time, where do I need any spies, and the information I get from Song Hongyi on a regular basis, I basically got it from Lin Ximeng in person. Similarly, when I chatted with Lin Ximeng, I would often mention Song Hongyi, and this good guy still continued to provide everyone with all kinds of topics and jokes.

"Song Hongyi recently gave a teddy bear to a girl in our class." Lin Ximeng said.

"Huh? When did he become so bold with girls? ”

"It's not very bold, it's embarrassing when he gave the bear to that girl in the class that day."

"What's wrong?"

"Neither of them looked into anyone's eyes and spoke."

"It seems that both sides are quite shy, and neither dares to look each other's eyes."

"Song Hongyi is shy, but that girl is not. The girl was obviously not interested in Song Hongyi, and she didn't bother to look at him at all. ”

"Well, it seems that Song Hongyi still has a long way to go. You know, he liked Xiaomei when he was in junior high school. ”

"Yes."

"How do you know?"

"Although he didn't show it much, everyone could see that he was interested in Xiaomei."

"You can see it even if you don't care about the surrounding things?"

"I'm sensitive to things around me!"

"Yes, your eyes may be sharper than mine."

"Alright, it's almost the crossroads, I'm going to turn right, bye-bye!"

"Okay, bye-bye!" Although there is still a lot to say, I have no choice but to divide it when I get here.

It's not a short journey, but when I'm with her, I always feel shorter than usual. On this road of eternal short-term companionship, I always have to part ways when I am in high spirits, and I can only look forward to meeting Lin Ximeng a few more times.

However, the more I wanted to meet by chance, the more I couldn't meet by chance. Sometimes I leave a minute early or a minute late, and I don't meet it. Even if I sometimes pinch the time to leave, I still don't meet her, because she may leave a minute early or a minute late.

Other times, Lin Ximeng was picked up by her father on a motorcycle, because it was raining heavily, because she overslept in the morning, or because of other reasons. In short, in this case, encountering it is equivalent to not encountering it.

However, that doesn't mean I'm going to give up on the opportunity entirely. I would chase the motorcycle with full horsepower of the battery car, wanting to see Lin Ximeng more, and I also wanted to let myself be noticed by Lin Ximeng more, just like when I was in junior high school, I slammed on the bicycle and chased the motorcycle that Yan Jinfeng was riding.

I still remember the craziest time, on the way out of school, at the intersection where we parted. It happened that I encountered a green light to turn left, I needed to turn left on an electric car, and Lin Ximeng on a motorcycle needed to turn right. We crossed right in the middle of the road, like two rainbows meeting in the sky. At that moment, I glanced at Lin Ximeng on the back seat of the motorcycle, and Lin Ximeng also showed a face full of astonishment, perhaps shocked by the handsomeness of my roaring past.

Chance encounters are such an addictive thing, and when you don't meet them, it will be very uncomfortable, and the longer you can't meet them, the more uncomfortable they become. Thoughts will be sharpened like steel needles, repeatedly pricking the most vulnerable parts of my soul. These stinging pains needed to be relieved, and they happened to be baptized in my mind as a few lines of poetry.

In late autumn, when the fallen leaves are flying all over the sky again, they sparkle in the breeze. Stepping on the pedal of the electric car, I felt that I was driving a small boat, holding the rudder in my hand, and the baffle of the battery car was like the bow of the boat.

Yao remembered that noon when the leaves were colorful in junior high school, the day when I walked with Lin Ximeng for the first time, it was such a brilliant and romantic scene, but at this moment, the bow of the boat split the layers of waves, and only one person was missing to swing the sculls with me.

"If you are accompanied by a beautiful woman, the tenderness is endless." I couldn't help but sigh a poem.

When the thoughts are deeper, it will sneak into the dream and turn into the image of Lin Ximeng, appearing outside the classroom, in the stairwell, on the campus, and on the road...... In every casual corner of my dreams, meet me.

Maybe it's a soft call, maybe it's a sweet smile, maybe it's a graceful turn, maybe it's just a beautiful back, it's enough to make my heart flutter, and I'd rather sleep forever than wake up.

When the morning sun cruelly woke up the dreamer, I looked at the windowsill in amazement, trying to let my thoughts drift back to the dream just now, to reminisce about the illusory but full of true feelings.

"But seek one side, and be willing to be a drunken dream fairy." How beautiful the world in the dream is, as happy as a fairy.

After a long absence, the encounter in the dream is already so exciting, let alone reunited on the road in reality. At the intersection of the intersection, at the crowded school gate, or when the traffic light blocked Lin Ximeng's way, I chased after me from the rear in surprise, tilted my head and excitedly called "Lin Ximeng!" Then he stared at her with the same sparkle of surprise.

The longer the time passes, the more endless the topics to talk about.

On that day, while talking and laughing, the breeze in our face seemed to have an intoxicating magic, and we forgot the time.

At the intersection where she usually separates, she didn't turn right, which made me feel incredible.

Did she forget to turn right? Isn't she going home today? Is there a place for her to stay along the road? I've never heard of it!

Under my astonished gaze, she still gushed about something. I couldn't hear what she was saying, I just felt like my mind was blank, and everything around me was blurry, unreal. And my heart was immersed in a blissful warmth, beating incomparably violently, which was an audible reality.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I can't stop being excited." Seeing that he had reached the next intersection, Lin Ximeng finally remembered something, "I have to turn right ahead, see you next time!" ”

"Oh, that's okay, I thought you were going somewhere new."

"Haha, no, this road is a little detoured, but you can ride home." Lin Ximeng smiled happily.

Looking at her back as she turned right away, I had an endless aftertaste. The distance of this journey, but the distance of one street, makes me so unforgettable and fascinated.

"When you feel your heart, you are drunk, and when you fall into a dream, your dream is true." When that sweetness comes to mind, the real world seems to become dreamlike, and when the true feeling enters the dream, the world in the dream becomes so real. When happiness comes, what is reality and what is a dream? Need to know?

Since I got involved with poetry in the third grade of elementary school, and then I felt it in the fallen leaves in junior high school, and now I feel its charm again, on every road riding with Lin Ximeng, in every morning when I miss her, and in every day when I can't see her. Write poems when you are happy, write poems when you are sad, write poems when you are proud, and write poems when you are lost...... Gradually, Danfan's heart rippled, and poetry became my deepest sustenance.

I am proud that I have learned an amazing skill, and I am overjoyed, and I cherish that concern for Lin Ximeng even more. I recorded all the poems I wrote for her in my diary, and read them several times in the dead of night, as if Lin Ximeng would appear next to me.

As the saying goes, there are mountains outside the mountains, and there are people outside the people, and I later found that there is no shortage of poetry writers in the class.

Yang Mo often secretly writes poems in the homework book during self-study classes, and occasionally takes them out to enjoy with everyone, those poems have gorgeous rhetoric, revealing the same chivalrous tenderness as the fairy sword game style, but in the eyes of familiar people, it is full of his love for Tian Xiao. I will tell their story slowly later. If a famous ancient poet is used to describe Zhou Ping, Liu Yong should be the most appropriate.

There was also a talented guy in the next class, and I didn't know him well, but I had only heard about him from my tablemates. The man also had a girl he liked, so he wrote a lot of good sentences, and openly stated that his greatest characteristic was that he had to drink before writing poems. In this way, it is impossible for Li Bai to be reincarnated.

In this mastery environment, I instantly feel that I am as ordinary as a grain of sand in the sea, looking at other people's poems, they are all lofty, and then looking at my own, it is easy to understand just like the vernacular. But there is one thing that everyone has in common - everyone is trapped by love.

I shook my head, full of emotion, very inferior.

However, my tablemate slapped me on the shoulder disapprovingly, and said with a grin: "You can be Bai Juyi!" ”

This tablemate, name: He Xiaoyu.