There was once such a teenager who fell in love with a girl. The teenager did not stand out from the crowd, and his grades were in a mess. But that girl was the best in the class, and he knew that there were many nearly perfect boys around her. But he only fell silent. He realized that he was ordinary, and only his grades could make him outstanding, so the teenager studied very seriously. Keep that watch in the bottom of my heart. He would occasionally inquire about things that girls like, pretending to be careless. He would often go for a walk downstairs in the girls' dormitory, just for a quick glance, and he could stare at the girl's smile. Time flies, he can't keep up with the girl after all, but he is obsessed with novels and went to another high school to repeat his studies without going through the college entrance examination. For her, apart from knowing that she is a rare talent, the rest of the pitiful and ridiculous information is intertwined, and the only useful thing is that she was admitted to Southeast University. And he was only a repeater in a little-known school. The young man knew that all dreams had become past events. For him, there were more and more yesterday and less and less tomorrow. Hope gradually becomes chaotic and the path is bleak. On the eve of the third year of high school, he suddenly understood that he could also go to Nanjing for the exam before his dream had gone to empty talk. As a result, sweat became the only portrayal of the day. Whenever tired to boring, tired to sleepy, the teenager always remembered the picture of the day and night two years ago.
He remembers that it was eleven years ago, five or six days away from the holiday, and the day after tomorrow was the sports meet. The teenager took part in the 400-meter relay. In the second class of self-study in the evening, the teenager came to the playground by appointment and trained with his companions. The lights on the playground were dim. In his eyes, the swaying light was more like a fishing light floating on the ocean, rustling in the wind. A squeak that was almost wailing. The relay passed the last 20 meters in the sprint. The boy didn't see the figure in front of him, and slammed into it heavily. Immediately afterwards, the girl who was half moaning and half sobbing groaned. He was anxious. That is, he had a nearly harsh sense of responsibility, mixed with a little cowardice. The boy leaned down and asked about the girl's injury, and then he carried the girl to the infirmary. That's how he met her, and she was with the injured girl. He is like a kid who has done something wrong, applying ice with one hand and squeezing the corners of her clothes tightly with the other. He didn't dare to look up at the girl who was looking at him with a smile. She had almost perfect facial features and broken black hair. The shoulder-length short hair set off the face of the Nine Heavens Profound Girl. He admitted that her eyes were shining like Venus in the night, and like gems that have remained immortal for thousands of years. Or Yingyingqiu Shui, graceful and moving. That night, the weather was not hot, but he was sweating like rain, as if he had endured the summer heat. For the first time, he knew the name of the accompanying girl. She laughed at his staid dullness, he was obsessed with her icy temperament. For a long time. When he returned to the dormitory, his companion smiled and asked him how it feels to be with the girl. He only smiled awkwardly and laughed after a moment of silence. I didn't like her again. The companion smiled and patted his shoulder, teasing: "What's the use if you like it, you don't deserve her at all." The boy smiled, stopped talking, and was speechless all night. The night is also quiet.
Afterwards, when she met him on campus by chance, she would narrow her slender eyes, sway her right hand, and say "Hi". But he has a strange low self-esteem, he is silent. Just silently lowered his head and flashed past him. Only then did he understand what Pian Ruo Jinghong is. That is not to describe elegance. It was just mocking his helplessness. His pity, his low self-esteem.
Days pass by. Near the college entrance examination. The young man turned out the diary from a year ago and looked at her in the record. The young man always likes to walk alone on the campus after dinner. He is eager to find the traces of her past in his obsession. Her back is gradually fading out of his memories. But it became more and more wedged into his heart.
The college entrance examination ended as scheduled, and the boy failed, but it was fair to say that he could have gone to a relatively good school in other provinces, but he resolutely chose the police academy in the province. The external reason was that the police academy was an iron job. Then he smiled and said that he likes plainness, does not want to be in business, and has no talent for teaching and educating people. Only he himself knows the reason for the choice. Nanjing is the city that I have been thinking about.
