Wearing a mask, fall into pure love

Leaving the pond, I walked to the windmill in the center of the park. As expected, there are few people here after the peak of the flow of people.

The windmill is open. I first stayed in the flower bed next to the windmill for a while. When all the onlookers came down, I went up the stairs leading to the windmill platform.

The view above is very good. You can see the farm next to the park and the overhead in the distance. I leaned against the railing of the platform, closed my eyes and quietly felt the Misty drizzle in the air.

After a while, laughter came from below. I opened my eyes and found a group of people coming to the stairs of the windmill. It was getting late, so I walked around the round platform and planned to take a quick look at the scenery I didn't see in front, and then go down the stairs.

After only a few steps, I saw him around the corner.

I don't know when he came up. His position is opposite the platform entrance, which is also the dead corner of the position where I stood earlier. If he came up after me, why didn't I hear someone go up the stairs? Maybe he came before me.

At the moment, he was leaning against the railing and looking forward. Seeing that he didn't notice me, I pretended not to see him, and quietly passed behind him, close to the main building of the windmill in the center of the platform.

After passing smoothly, I went down the stairs. But somehow, I always feel that there seems to be a pair of eyes looking at me behind my back.

But I didn't look back.

Down the stairs, I came to the garden on the other side of the windmill and walked in along the entrance path.

The flowers in the garden are colorful and in different shapes, but all I can recognize are roses and chrysanthemums. Just as I looked down into the flowers and wanted to smell the roses, I heard someone call my name.

"Moon Mu Chen."

I see no one on the old path.

"Moon Mu Chen." The man shouted again.

I looked up and knew this time that he was calling me.

The air was still misty and rainy, but the sky was not as cloudy as before, and there seemed to be light leaking from the cracks in the clouds.

He stood on the platform of the windmill, his hands on the railing, looking at me.

"What's up?" Somehow, I'm a little nervous.

"Nothing, just call you." He smiled.

Unexpectedly, he smiled so well.

"Oh." I pretended to answer as if nothing had happened, turned and calmly walked to the depths of the flowers.

The face is hot and the heart beats.

The next morning, we took a bus from the school farm base back to the school.

The girls in the class gathered and got on the bus first. I sat by the window, where there was a tree with black berries. The branches are long enough to reach. When waiting for the boys to get on the bus, I did nothing, so I picked berries one by one.

Ten minutes later, he came. When he passed under the window, my hand shook and almost threw berries into his collar. Fortunately, I didn't. I quickly retracted my hand and pretended to talk to the classmate next to me. When he got on the bus, I secretly threw the berries out of the window.

I fell asleep very late the day before, because when I was lying in bed, I could not help thinking of him standing on the windmill. Soon after the car started, I dozed off. When I woke up, the school arrived.

I got off before him. After getting off the bus, I pretended to talk with my classmates in front, but my mind was all on him in the carriage. I don't know if it's a coincidence. When I finally summoned up the courage and pretended to look at the window inadvertently, I saw him looking at me right across the window.

At first, I thought it was just a casual interleaving of eyes. But after two seconds, he still didn't look away.

I quickly took back my sight, but for only a second, I couldn't help looking back.

He's still where he is, and his eyes are.

At that moment, I felt like my eyes were sucked and couldn't move.

Also at that time, I found that his pupil color was different from that of ordinary people.

Fortunately, the students fighting with each other behind me soon pushed me forward. My gaffe didn't seem to be found by anyone.

But my heart is like a drum.

In retrospect, maybe that's the so-called goodbye.