Sadness begins with your name

Chapter 27 He Holds Love in the Crowd
The new semester begins, and life is still sliding forward step by step.

I wrote a sentence in my diary: ordinary time can't save my deep loneliness.

Invisibly, at that time, I already had the literary and artistic accent that became popular later.

Winter is long and short.In Beijing, although the weather is cold, when the first willow tree just sprouted green, fashionable girls on the street immediately took off their thick cotton coats, put on black stockings and long leather boots, and accepted the faint skin. Spring kisses.

Qin Qianqian said, that's called style.

"It's absolutely impossible to find something like amorous feelings in you." She teased me with a smile.

Two years of college life made these girls gradually fade away from their innocence, and a lot of flashy and complicated things were added.Such as brand-name clothes, cosmetics, perm hair, high-heeled shoes.As for me, the black hair of noodles in clear soup, and the plain face, no matter if you look at it with one glance or two, even if you look at it ten thousand times, I can't find any expression of the word "style".

Even if you beat him to death, you would never have imagined that a boy would run up and say, I fell in love with you at first sight.

My spring is here?No, I'd rather believe there's something wrong with his eyes.

It was Friday evening.The wind in early spring is like the tentacles of a caterpillar, sweeping across my cheeks softly, and the thin white sunlight leaks in from the window and falls on my sleeping face.

Because Ye Congling doesn't often cook recently, I occasionally come to live in the school dormitory. After all, here, if you are hungry, you can eat in the cafeteria.Yes, I am such a lazy person.

I slept in the upper bunk next to the window in the dormitory. Once the curtains were drawn, the light was very good.I hate the situation and policy class on Friday afternoon, so I just skipped class and slept hard in the dormitory.

I also had a ridiculous dream. In the dream, I went back to the third year of junior high school. The high school entrance examination was about to take place. The school suddenly organized the students in the class to perform a show.The choice was Peking Opera "Shajiabang". I played Mrs. Ah Qing, Lin Beifeng played Commander Hu, and the funniest thing was that Diao Deyi was Wei Young... a group of people surrounded me and wanted me to sing Mrs. Ah Qing, I thought to myself , Peking opera is so difficult to sing, I can't, I can't... Just as I was struggling, Wei Young, who played the role of Diao Deyi, took out a gun from his pocket and shot at me, while Commander Hu was actually laughing...

My ears hurt like I had been shot. I woke up from my dream with a loud yell. When I opened my eyes, I saw Qin Qianqian grabbing my ears, and his magnified face stood before my eyes.

"It's crazy outside, you still can't finish sleeping!"

"What does the trouble outside have to do with me... Commander Hu, why are you laughing..." Muttering in my mouth, I grabbed the quilt and wanted to sleep with my head covered.

The ass was slapped hard, and the quilt on my body was thrown back with a bang. I sat up with a wow, and covered my upper body, which was only wearing a small underwear.

Qin Qianqian stared at me like a pervert, and said with a sly smile: "Oh, I really can't see it, the note is not bad, no wonder someone is falling in love with you, quickly put on your clothes and go out to have a look!"

There was a lot of noise outside the window, the girls in the dormitory huddled together and looked down at the window, and then shouted happily: "Bosha, someone confessed to you!"

"Thin sand! The thin sand of 502!" Someone outside the window called my name, and it was not a person's voice.I was taken aback, and hurriedly opened the curtains. I saw that it was all right. Be good, there were a lot of people gathered downstairs in this girls' dormitory. In the middle of a group of boys, there were people holding guitars, sound boxes and so on.

I hurriedly drew my head back, confused: "Who told me, what's going on?"

After a while, the music started.Ding ding dong dong was the most popular "Lilac Flower" on campus at that time, and the roommates who were leaning on the window sang along: "The grave is full of flowers, how beautiful you long for it, look at the mountains and plains... "

After singing a sentence, Qin Qianqian suddenly started cursing: "Damn, ran downstairs to sing the song of the dead? This kid is crazy! Er Niu, come down with me to beat you." Putting on a coat, he dragged Qin Qianqian out the door, and said as he walked, "Damn it, that bass player is so handsome, I just happened to go hook up..."

I was dumbfounded, a little at a loss, I just felt that this group of people... were sick.

Sure enough, the music stopped soon, and I continued to poke my head out, only to see Qin Qianqian standing among a group of boys with his arms folded and talking, and Erniu standing behind a bassist in black and wearing a baseball cap. anthomaniac.

Suddenly, a boy yelled at me with his hands in the shape of a trumpet, "Bosha, I like you!"

As soon as he finished shouting, Qin Qianqian unceremoniously knocked the boy twice on the head.

"Who is this man?"

"I seem to have seen it before, a senior?"

"Bosha, how did you two know each other..."

The roommates asked one after another, I rubbed my eyes, and when I saw the boy's appearance, I suddenly realized: "Oh—Zhang Jiahui?"

It's that Jiahui I met when I first started school, oh, it's not Zhang Jiahui, Cheng Jiahui.

More than half a month ago, in order to continue writing the ending of Ning Qinglan's manuscript, I searched a large number of novels in the library, trying to recharge myself and learn to write.It may be because I went in and out more frequently, and I often met a boy sitting nearby, sometimes sitting in front of me, sometimes on the left or right, anyway, I always met.But apart from some vague impressions, I didn't care at all.

Until three days ago, when passing by the playground, a group of people were playing basketball there.

I was holding a pile of novels, looking down at the topmost collection of Kafka's short stories. Just as I opened the title page, a basketball flew straight from the opposite side and hit my temple accurately.

Immediately, I almost fell into a coma. I staggered and managed to stand still. A boy ran over panting, with sweat on his face. When he saw me, his eyes lit up suddenly: "Is it you? Is it you? It's really you?"

I was so annoyed, I rubbed my scalp and said angrily, "What's wrong with me? Did you deliberately see someone smashing it?"

He apologized repeatedly, and kept asking me if I didn’t remember him. His name was Cheng Jiahui, he was two years older than me, and he even showed me the way when I entered school...

Oh, I have a vague impression, but I feel that the person in front of me looks a little better than when I first met him. He doesn't wear glasses anymore, his skin is much smoother, and his facial features still look a bit delicate.

Unexpectedly, he suddenly came to confess his love to me, and he did so in such a shocking way.

About 10 minutes later, Qin Qianqian went upstairs and returned to the dormitory, and slapped me on the shoulder: "Sister, this time you are popular. Do you know what Cheng Jiahui is doing?"

"An old man who is about to graduate." I lay down lazily and closed the curtains.

"Fart. He is one of the founders of the college student band, and he is also a famous guitarist in the school! I looked at it, and he looks average, but his temperament is okay."

She picked up the clothes I threw on the chair and threw them to me: "Put it on, go down and meet. Otherwise, everyone will not want to rest today."

"Is this kind of person considered temperamental?" I laughed, and the third roommate who had been lying on the window said: "That's right, I think it's not as good as that bass player, yo, come and see, the second girl was rejected by the handsome bass guy Already...haha."

I couldn't help but lie down to the window again, and saw Er Niu biting her finger and looking at the bass player with a resentful face, while the boy put away the instrument, turned his head and said something to Cheng Jiahui.

The atmosphere became lively again, because several boys who were playing, playing and singing just now suddenly held up a heart-shaped sign as if by magic, and read together: Bosha, I love you.

The word "Love" was the last one to be lifted up. In the hands of the Beth boy in black, the sign crooked in the air with a little hesitation until Cheng Jiahui, who was holding a large bouquet of red roses, turned around. Turning around to hold his hand, he held up the word high.

Beside a bouquet of roses, two boys looked at me at the same time, with two faces, one with a warm smile, and the other with hazy melancholy and unpredictable trance.

My hand was originally holding the hem of the curtain, but because I accidentally touched that boy's unforgettable face, my five fingers tightened suddenly, and there was a soft hissing sound in my ear, and the entire curtain was pulled down forcefully without knowing it.

The soft sky-blue cloth slowly fell, covering my whole body. In the last sight, I saw him, the boy I dreamed of for seven years, standing in the crowd, holding the "love", with a calm posture , with few smiles.

(End of this chapter)