When I arrived at the destination, it was a seven-story commercial house, and the other party lived on the seventh floor. There is no elevator in the building, and to enter the stairwell, you have to go through an iron door. The uncle pressed the other party's room number on the access control of the iron door. When the doorbell jingled, my heart ran wild like a wild horse; When I climbed the stairs, my feet seemed to be tied, and my legs seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

I finally climbed to the seventh floor, and as my uncle rang the doorbell again, my blood pressure seemed to be out of control. Every doorbell rings makes my heart beat faster, as if it is about to jump out of my chest at any moment.

A boy about seventeen or eighteen years old came out and opened the door. I followed my uncle and walked in. I saw calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall of the living room, and various antiques were displayed in the cabinet. An elegant coffee table is located in the center, surrounded by three sofas, in an orderly manner. Uncle and aunt were waiting there early.

At that time, my uncle and I sat side by side on the sofa in the center of the coffee table, while my uncle and aunt sat on the sofa on the right. At this moment, sluggish time is suspended in the air, waiting for an unknown fate.

After a hearty laugh, the uncle was the first to speak, his voice full of familiar cordiality: "Old friend, long time no see!" ”

The uncle also smiled and agreed: "Yes, time flies so fast, remembering that more than thirty years ago, we were all just teenagers!" ”

"Haha, we had a lot of stories then! Today, I brought my nephew over just to continue the story of the year! ”

A crimson instantly rose on my face, as swift as the tide of the sea. I don't know, what was their story back then? I also don't understand why my uncle mentioned "continuing the story of the year"?

After a brief greeting and self-introduction, my words seemed to be caught in the pincers, and each word seemed to have to go through a great deal of effort to squeeze out of my mouth. What was supposed to be a free and open conversation, once it was my turn to speak, turned into a boring "right or wrong" question and answer.

My uncle looked kind, and he asked me with a smile, "Ah Song, which school do you attend?" ”

I replied with a slight tremble: "Fujian Normal University." ”

The uncle continued to ask, "What major did you study?" ”

I swallowed my saliva and said a little slurred, "Fa...... Law. ”

The uncle said kindly: "The law is good, I will take a lawyer's certificate in the future and become a lawyer." ”

I nodded and whispered, "Hmm! ”

……

At that time, my heart was rubbed by an invisible hand, and the muscles of my whole body were tense, like a stiff sculpture, but I also tried to restrain myself as much as possible so as not to make a fool of myself in public. It's just that every time I look at them inadvertently, I can't help but shyly lower my head and stare at my broken shoes, and I am afraid that they will see that my shoes are broken, so I put my legs together and try my best to hide them, like a girl who is afraid of being lifted by the wind.

In contrast, the uncle on the side was very talkative, and his conversation made it hard to believe that we had such a close blood relationship. He let go of the scale, and repeatedly praised my merits with clever words, such as "Ah Song is very practical, he gets a scholarship every year, and he almost didn't enter Peking University that year" and so on; I couldn't help blushing, as red as the cover of "Chairman Mao's Quotations".

The shy side is concerned, it is as sensitive as a cat's tentacles. In contrast to my previous impression of strangers, my uncle and aunt had always sat in a dignified position, their countenances full of kindness, and their enthusiasm was not in any way diminished by my conversation. Through the afterglow, I can feel that they are looking at me seriously, which is normal, and it is natural to be careless about the "scrutiny" of a possible future son-in-law.

Although I tried to pretend to be calm, my mind was already in chaos. I kept picking up the teacup on the table, just to hide the saliva I kept swallowing. Fortunately, my uncle's talkative distraction distracted everyone, otherwise my performance would have been prompted out on the spot.

Under the "urging" of her uncle, she finally walked out of the room in the corner on the left.

My eyes followed her, and I saw her brisk into the living room, and then sat down on the sofa on the left side. This scene is not at all like what the ancients described, "still holding the pipa and half covering the face".

My mood at that time was like the expectation and nervousness of the college entrance examination waiting for the release of the results, and at the moment when my eyes were anchored, it was more like the fear of taking the initiative to check the results, and it took full courage to face it.

She is slightly plump, wearing a loose white T-shirt on the upper half of her body and a pair of light blue jeans that are slightly loose on the lower body. Although the dress is a bit neutral, the overall does not seem to be out of place. My gaze is like a compass, and I always dare to spin it gently after carefully fixing it. In order to expand the scope of observation, I took a sip of water from my glass and, after quietly adjusting my mood, slowly moved my gaze to her face.

She smiled brightly, and the corners of her mouth rose slightly, revealing two rows of white teeth. The two deep dimples on the cheeks, and the curved eyebrows extending to the mouth, outline a warm "heart", a bit like the idol I saw in "Huanzhu Gege" in high school, Ruby Lin.

She generously introduced us to her name as "Amei" and kept pouring tea for us. Her overall demeanor feels quite polite, but to be honest, there is still a certain gap between her body shape and the image of a beautiful woman in my heart.

After a brief pleasantry, my uncle motioned for her to show me around her study. I was like a commoner on trial who had suddenly been acquitted, and regained my light and took a very incongruous step, following her closely.

When we went into the study, it was just the two of us. It's true, I'm sure there's no one else! The deer that bumped into my heart was even more publicized in this quiet room, as if it was about to uncover the uprising, set up another "heart" household, and jump out of the mouth.

At that time, she showed me the work she had created during her college years, which were some hand-drawn interior design drawings. Although I couldn't read the pictures, and I was so flustered that I couldn't concentrate on appreciating them, I generally felt that it was good, I had never seen a girl so talented before.

I blurted out, "Great! ”

She smiled slightly and whispered, "Thank you!" Then he asked me, "Do you study law?" ”

At that time, I was only half a meter away from her, and after taking advantage of the location to peek at her, I replied a little hurriedly, "Hmm! I guessed in my heart: how did she know? Did she already know me in detail?

She continued: "Then you must know a lot of legal knowledge, have you ever held a virtual court?" ”

I replied, slightly embarrassed, "Not yet." ”

Because I was afraid that I would say something wrong, I thought that "cherishing words like gold" was the best way to deal with it.

However, she seemed to open the conversation box and said lightly: "I heard your conversation in the house just now, you are studying at Fujian Normal University, at that time my first choice was the Fine Arts Department of Fujian Normal University, but unfortunately I was not admitted, and now I am studying environmental art design at Wuyishan University." ”

I looked at her down-to-earth and generous appearance, and suddenly felt that I had relaxed a lot. My gaze gradually stopped being so glazed, but fell on her from time to time. Within one meter, she has fair skin and clear and gentle eyes. There were two faint flushes on her cheeks, her smile was more stretched than when she was in the living room just now, and the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, naturally exuding a provocative aura.

As we left the study, she gave me a photo of her life, which showed her smiling brightly and her mobile phone number written on the back. With such an opportunity to get up close, her beauty and her talent impressed me on the spot, and I couldn't help but think to myself, what a wonderful thing it would be if she could be my future wife!

On the way out of her house, the breeze was gently brushing my cheeks, the birds on the branches were singing merrily and touching songs, and the air was filled with tenderness.

When my uncle and I got into the car, the car was filled with laughter. A couple sat in the front row of us, and the scale of intimacy seemed to be too open, but I changed my previous feelings of jealousy and contempt, and instead thought that this was the natural reality of men and women in love.

It was already evening when I got home, and in the face of my grandmother and mother's impatient questions, I seemed to be unusual, and I seemed to be talking about today's blind date trip with great interest. While talking happily, he also turned out Amei's photo and showed it to them. After reading it, they all showed satisfied expressions without exception, and they happened to be proudly captured by me one by one.

My sister rushed out of the room, grabbed the photo, and said triumphantly: "Brother, if you don't go today, you will really lose a great opportunity!" She was mischievous and kept laughing at me as if she was holding a laughing stock in her hand.

That night, I was so excited that I couldn't watch the Olympics anymore. My mind kept replaying the blind date experience during the day, thinking about all the beauty that Amei had shown, but at the same time, I was worried about whether my performance would pass in her heart...... All night, I tossed and turned, and stayed up all night.

In this way, in the remaining days of the summer vacation, I always kept thinking about the bits and pieces of the blind date, and kept thinking about the possibilities of the future. I can't predict what the future holds? How will things play out? But I told myself that I must cherish this hard-won opportunity!

Just as I was thinking about the future, on August 24, Liu Xiang tied the world record in the 110m hurdles with a time of 12.91 seconds, becoming the first Asian to win the Olympic men's sprint championship in track and field and the first yellow man to win the Olympic sprint championship. This breakthrough also makes me believe that there will be a major breakthrough in my life!