Chapter 2: Meeting You

One Sunday more than a year ago, he was bored, stepping on the same style of Rukawa Kaede that his stepfather gave him during the New Year, and wandering aimlessly in the park. A well-dressed woman hurried past him, so powerful that he was a little disgusted. He remembered the woman who accompanied Min Qian to the competition that day, and then he thought of the girl who shone like a star.

He pedaled the mountain bike, pedaling faster and faster, straight line, turning, and suddenly found his destination--- Yayun piano shop in the TH area. But he didn't know the specific location of Yayun Piano Shop, there were three Yayun Piano Shops in the TH area on the map, and the one he was looking for before was not, only selling pianos, and no teacher to teach, but the owner of the piano shop told him that there was a Yayun near the People's Park, and that one was more famous nearby. So he pedaled his bicycle again, from East Street to West Street, and stepped on the artificial lake near the People's Park, and a fragrance invaded. The lotus leaves that have just emerged in the pond will be full in two months. There is a row of redbud trees planted by the lake, and at this time of the official flowering season, the purple-pink flowers bloom all over a large area.

He didn't care to appreciate it, the big piano shop signboard on the square had come into view, he hooked up a smile, turned the car and waited for the green light to turn on and prepare to cross the road, at this time the familiar figure walked out of the door of the piano shop. He couldn't see his face clearly, but the shape of his body and his long straight black hair, as well as his heartbeat, could already conclude that it was her, that girl - Lin Xi.

The sea of stars that night also appeared frequently in his dreams after that, and it also gave him the first taste of the heartbeat that belongs to adolescence. Lin Xi wore a white T-shirt printed with cartoon patterns, washed denim pants, and white sneakers, and got down from the piano shop, unlocked her bicycle, and walked briskly, not at all as nervous and timid as the night I first met her. She walked up to him with a smile on her face. If she was dressed in a gorgeous dress on the stage that day and shone like a star, then today she is wearing a plain dress like a faint little freshness in the lotus pond, which makes people feel very comfortable.

Yas was a little stupid, when the green light was on, Lin Xi walked from the other side of the road to Yas's side, he stayed on the side of the road, and when the person at the green light left, Lin Xi came over and passed by him. Her long hair fluttered to the rhythm of her walking, and she smelled of shampoo.

Lin Xi didn't pay attention to him, crossed the road, stepped on a bicycle, and rode slowly along the road by the lake. Yas didn't cross the street, turned the car again, and followed behind Lin Xi, keeping a distance of about twenty meters.

Lin Xi admired the flowers all the way, and he admired her. Yas followed her all the way to the meadow on the embankment on the other side of the park's artificial lake, where Lin Xi stopped under the willow tree on the shore of the lake, and he also stopped and sat under the redbud tree on the side of the stone road.

He watched as she pulled out her drawing board, pen and paper. Looking at her from afar, his hands kept sketching and coloring on the drawing board. Even if the environment changes and there is no spotlight, her serious appearance is still as cute as on the stage. He was fascinated by it, and before he knew it, dusk was coming.

Lin Xi packed his things and prepared to go home. Like a pervert, he followed Lin Xi through a road with a lot of vehicles. Cross the street at the intersection and go straight, turning right is his way home, he passed straight by, and followed behind Lin Xi.

Go straight and turn left into a cement alley until you reach a large banyan tree. There is an old basketball court, the big banyan tree turns left, walks 20 meters along the basketball court, there is a large courtyard with a blue brick fence, and a few triangular plums burst out of the wall, red and gorgeous, very attractive. A rusty green lacquered iron door, the Spring Festival couplets and Fuwa have been washed away by the rain. In the courtyard is a five-story building, with two large floor-to-ceiling windows on the second floor, and ordinary windows above the third floor, which should be a rental house, but I don't know if Lin Xi lives in it or rents it inside.

Every Saturday and Sunday from then on, he would ride his bicycle and wait outside the piano shop, sometimes at the gazebo by the lake, sometimes at the bubble tea shop downstairs of the piano shop, waiting for her to come down, and then secretly follow her.

She was painting by the lakebank, and he sat under the tree behind her and watched her paint. When she went home, he secretly sent it to the door, from the lotus leaf just rising to the pond, and then to pulling out the buds. From the blooming redbuds, to the falling, to the flourishing foliage.

He saw her holding milk tea leaning on the railing of the lake embankment to blow the wind, the wind blew her long hair, and she lifted her bangs, like a curtain on his heart. He had seen her teasing other people's dogs in the park, and it was very strange, and the dogs in the park liked to run to her. She teased them, and they stuck to her until they were pulled away by their master.

He didn't dare get too close to her until one evening after a rainstorm, when purple petals covered the sidewalk, and he followed her. Her bicycle chain came loose, and he stopped the bike as soon as possible, walked over to her, and helped her put the chain on. She smiled and thanked him. Her smile is like a lotus flower in bloom, revealing sweetness, and her voice is gentle and soft, like the most delicate and soft part of her sea of stars. In his heart, the dream has always existed.

On Saturday, Lin Xi read a book for a morning and did a morning of exercises. I couldn't read a book in the afternoon.

She walked to the bookshelf and picked up Haruki Murakami's "Kafka by the Sea", thought about it and put it down, and picked up Liu Tong's "Beautiful Least Years". She took out an MP3 from the drawer of her desk, put on headphones, sat on the bay window, and sighed: The scenery on the 26th floor is really good, with a view of the high-rise buildings and rivers, as well as the blue sky and white clouds, but these are daunting.

She opened the book:

I play a CD of my favorite song all day long, and I occasionally miss a lyric and remember a past event......

Last spring, the redbuds on the roadside bloomed into a sea of pink and purple. There was always a boy on a blue road bike who would pass her way home. Every path that can meet him, the redbud blooms like it blooms for him, more prosperous than any year. She looked forward to meeting each week, enjoying walking with him on a pink-purple dreamy road.

On a rainy evening, on a stone paved with redbud petals, she looked into his eyes. His eyes were as black as the night sky at the beginning of the month. It's a clear sky, because of the stars that will twinkle in his eyes. She touched his slender fingers, their joints distinct. She said, "Your hands are so beautiful, and if you play the piano, it must be a good fit." Then he said, "My brother plays the piano very well, but I'm a music idiot." They looked at each other and smiled. She heard his voice, as deep as the soprano C she loved. But after a few months, the boy disappeared and she moved.

Until now, she had not seen the boy again.

Since then, she has fallen in love with a song that she has become tired of listening to, and every day she loops a single song in her headphones:

What kind of dialogue will I have when I meet someone

I'm waiting for someone he is in the future

I heard the wind coming from the subway and the sea of people

I was standing in line with the number plate of love

Lin Xi looked at the blue sky outside the window, a long white smoke drew a beautiful arc in the blue, she looked at the white smoke, from the thin line to the thick rope, into a pure white river, the river dried up, cracked into snow-white marshmallows.