A short story about love.

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Author: Luo Luo

Everyone says, "If you don't try, you have no chance of success."

"In order not to regret it, give it a try."

"It's no big deal to fail once. What else is there to lose? "

Including the best friend, specially sent a text message saying: "Come on! Just with a heart across. It is better to hit the sun than to hit the sun. Let's choose today. "

Yin smiled awkwardly. The girl put her mobile phone in her schoolbag pocket, took the breakfast that had just been heated in the microwave oven, and pushed the door and went out. The subway station is 200 meters walk away. In the morning, the girl with a schoolbag on her shoulder collapsed slightly like fatigue because of sleepiness and obscurity. But when she stepped down the steps of the subway entrance, she straightened up at once. While taking care of the messy bangs.

Subway. During the rush hours of 8: 00 am and 6: 00 pm, the seats originally designed for six passengers will also be squeezed out of the new seating space by the seventh restless child or angry woman.

This may be the only thing that can comfort Yin. She takes the subway at six o'clock every morning in order to get to the school at the other end of the city. The girl's half-open and half-closed eyes are full of sleepiness. In winter, she completely buries her neck in the uniform collar in the empty carriage.

In the morning carriage, the sky is still dark blue, and the seats are eighty percent empty.

The first time was a small accident. In fact, leaning on the shoulder of the passenger next door because of falling asleep, and finally being awakened by a turn of the train-this process is not even an accident, but it is obviously a common scene on various means of transportation. Yin woke up from her sleep wiping saliva. After the reaction, she blushed and bowed her head to apologize to her neighbor who had borrowed her shoulder for a long time: "Ah ... no, I'm sorry."

"hmm." The voice came. It's hard to say whether it's a monosyllable of "it doesn't matter" or "nothing".

That time, after all, because he was too shy, the rest of the cars belonged to Fan Xiaoyin, and he didn't even dare to look aside. I can only see the lower half of the line of sight, just like the content supplement-light beige pants and white sneakers. If you want to look up a little bit, the subway station urges girls to get off here.

With the "first time", there will be a second and third time.

By the time the girl suddenly realizes, it may be the fifth or even the eighth time. She opened her eyes from the boy's shoulder, and the billboard placed in the station was reflected outside the subway window. Looking sideways, some color blocks can't be distinguished immediately.

It seems that I have to say "... ah ..." This time. Apologizing still works.

"Oh." Responding to a brief smile in the nasal cavity, "Nothing."

The fifth time, maybe the eighth time, I looked at each other on such a "nothing" step. The boy who wore a uniform coat and beige trousers and a dark scarf with his chin hidden in it looked at him in winter. Fan stupefied nodded, but immediately felt that he should shake his head. And her face burned to a certain height again is also a full reminder-in any case, she can't continue to bend over.

Even the sleeves that are in contact suddenly become very existential.

One night, the story was finally told to a friend in a long phone call. As expected, the other side's attitude was fierce, and Yin's experience was repeatedly described by "affair" and "peach blossom".

"... as for it? "The girl still with a grain of salt.

"Think about it. You've been on the bus so many times, and you said the carriage was empty. Then why does he always sit next to you with so many empty seats-oh, by the way, does he get on the bus first or do you get on the bus first? "

"It should be me first ..."

"ouch! Isn't this more telling? "

"... will ... you think too much? "

"The more I think about it, the more obvious the facts are." My friend seems to be patting his chest over there. "Don't believe you look at tomorrow."

"What tomorrow?"

"If he is still sitting next to you tomorrow, then my opinion must be correct."

"Oh, what do you think?"

"He is interested in you."

"......"

On the other end of the phone, Yin's mother knocked at the door and said, "It's almost time." The girl looked at the clock. It was really late. She quickly shut down the line. The last sentence that was intercepted on the phone was "He must have hinted!" Yin stood on the windowsill and stared out. Finally, she reached for a small mirror beside her. What I see is also a very ordinary face. If I could be a little arrogant, I might say "charming face" There has been no particularly amazing change in more than ten years. Occasionally, I put on particularly conspicuous clothes, and I can be praised by my mother as "eighteen changes in women's universities". But can mom keep her promise?

second floor

The day after that call. Yin's heavy sleepiness was also driven away. She stood in a fixed seat, almost holding her breath and standing upright. When the subway arrived at the next station, the people who got on the bus at 6: 00 a.m./kloc-0: 00 were still sparse, and the beige clothes and dark green plaid scarves were taken down as soon as they entered the carriage.

Then sit next to Yin.

There are no pre-heated chats. I won't say "yo" or "ah, it's you", nor will I say "what a coincidence" or "coming". There is no background of "this is the first time", which is the most common picture in others' eyes. After the boy sat down, he put his hand into his pocket and closed his eyes slightly, as if he were taking a nap, just beside Yin.

If there is no "this is the first time, it is repeated almost every day", there is no such premise.

On that day, Yin only felt that all his muscles were sore because of excessive tension. She repeated thousands of thoughts, questions, sighs, ellipsis in her mind, and punctuation marks that could not be layered took root and sprouted like plants absorbing water.

Being friends doesn't mean being an unlimited catalyst. After listening to Yin's words, he immediately revealed the expression "Just as I expected":

"Now you should believe it."

"... what I believe ... you guessed it all. "

"Hey, how can you be sure? He suddenly hugged you? "

"What's the matter with you? ! "The last straw, and embarrassed, embarrassed to drink friends.

Just like refuting Yin's mouth shut, the next day I was on the subway, so I didn't forget to lean to the right when I dozed off because I didn't dare to venture to the left where the boys were. Finally, when the subway left a station to accelerate, the girl naturally fell to the right. Until someone pulls his shoulder.

The boy said, "Yo. Be careful. "

"... ah ... uh. "

It must be strange to add "what's your name" after this sentence.

But isn't that strange?

Strange.

Am I thinking too much, or is that the truth?

The angle of more than ten degrees can only be seen slightly, but later it was found that it was not as good as the figure reflected in the glass window opposite the carriage.

After the subway entered the underground from the ground, the dark outside contrasted with the bright orange light in the carriage, so the faces of the boy and Yin were photographed together on the window glass.

Comparing the details of the face, sure enough, such a reflection can only roughly reflect the general parts such as birth height difference and clothing color contrast. The boy who has put his hand back in his pocket and bowed his head half asleep seems to be a picture that has lost most of the details. However, Yin bit her lips, and her inner excitement instantly turned into silent soft water, which impacted the whole carriage.

Of course, some people like it. If you don't count all the anime characters you were obsessed with in elementary school, and the teacher you worshipped in junior high school, Yin still has a secret crush, that is, she is nervous about the other person's name. Although separated with graduation, the past has become a prose poem, only to be remembered in the future. But girls have some soft tentacles, and they will still curl up tightly as if they were suddenly stimulated by the outside world.

If this is true, ......

Meet on the subway every day. Cold air in winter morning. Neighbors sit together.

It seems that you can ask "why" in any sentence. This is inevitable, and there is a reason.

"He must be interested in you!" The voice of a friend on the phone points in a certain direction without restraint.

Isn't that why some cartoons came into being? A certain time, a certain place, a certain coincidence, or seemingly a coincidence, in fact, there is a lot of premeditated. Then prepare enough girlish feelings, one or two gentle heroes, and the beautiful story will have a reasonable ending.

So girls who love comic novels, including Friends and even Yin, have made a series of inferences about this theory.

"But he just sits next to me every time." "Maybe he's shy ... he thinks he gave you the biggest hint."

"... will it? "

"You also need to sacrifice a little, or you may never move forward."

"Sacrifice ..."

"Yes, confession!"

"Stare at his eyes Yin ... Stop that now! "

In the subway in the morning, Yin sat in a green chair, took out her mobile phone and looked at the text messages sent by her friends. Somehow, my story started with my most loyal friend, and gradually became known by my good friends, good friends, familiar friends and even people I just met.

second floor[British English]; third floor[American English]

So during the chat between classes, someone suddenly changed the subject and said, "Well, I think it's better for you to confess."

Yin couldn't wait to swallow half a cake in her mouth. She coughed ... huh? Huh? "

"Yes and yes, don't you know, the class next door ■■■■■, the front drum, the liver and the gallbladder, and finally, it is!" It seems unwilling to stay here. "I know I said it in front of her."

Fortunately, the chat started here and turned to "Oh, so you like it, too." Yin was temporarily freed from the topic center, and finally was suddenly added, "If you don't try, you won't have a chance to succeed."

I do have the idea of catching it. The only difference is that it gets bigger and smaller with meeting and parting.

My friend even designed a bright future. "Think about how cool it is to have a boyfriend from a foreign school. There is nothing better than that. I can go to his school twice. When asked, he said,' Oh, she is from another school'. " Yin Gang wanted to interrupt his friend's fantasy. The other party said, "Alas, your birthday is coming. It's really not cool to have a boyfriend to accompany you on your birthday."

Everyone says, "If you don't try, you have no chance of success."

"In order not to regret it, give it a try."

"It's no big deal to fail once. What else is there to lose? "

When Yin put away her keyboard and put her mobile phone back in her schoolbag, the underground gate opened and the fixed figure sat here again. Today, I changed the white sneakers into ochre, and the shoelaces are gray.

The air around me was blocked by half, and the cold air that shuttled between several carriages disappeared here and became a fuzzy and definite substitute with temperature.

Yin twisted his fingers for a long time.

Then she took a deep breath and closed her eyes. By the vibration of the train rhythm, after a turn, the girl leaned her head on the shoulder of the boy beside her.

But unlike any unconscious behavior in my sleep before, this time it was conclusive, premeditated and premeditated.

Slightly moved for a long time. Hair rubs against his coat, and the contact area changes greatly or slightly. When the subway enters the station, the inertia of slow braking is closer to the past, and when the train leaves the station, it accelerates and the pressure decreases a little.

As before, she was neither awakened nor moved her shoulder to remind her to avoid, and was completely acquiesced.

Yin closed her eyes and slowly let out some moisture.

Confess.

Since you don't try, there is really no chance of success.

If you don't try, you will regret it.

Nothing can be lost.

Before getting off the bus, Yin hurriedly slipped a handwritten note to the other party. She felt like a person who had only 5% electricity left all day, and even had no strength to stand up straight. My friend came up to me with concern and asked, "What's the matter?" The girl didn't have the courage to explain "I wrote him a note", just found a step and squatted down and waved at will.

The next morning. On the coldest day after winter, the Meteorological Observatory issued a "yellow warning of strong wind" before Yin went out. It was completely dark at six o'clock, and girls felt their hands shaking when they entered the subway. The train to the next station seems to have arrived in a country of unknown dimensions.

The door opened. Lower your chin and raise your eyes.

Nobody got on the bus.

She looked around, got up from her seat with her schoolbag in her arms, and searched the front and rear carriages. Until in a corner of the line of sight, a light beige, as if it were circled, solidified at a certain point in the eyes after landing, and Yin saw that the other party had changed places.

If you don't try, you really have no chance of success.

Well, if you try, you can't even expect to succeed.

If you don't try, you will regret it.

-So, who can explain his mood at the moment except "regret"?

Nothing can be lost.

-confidence is not a loss? Self-esteem is not a loss? Isn't every expectation in the past a loss?

I'll never see you again.

If the client is not himself, why can everyone promise "certain", "absolute" and "correct" in a gorgeous way of expressing infinite possibilities? I just believe in negligible possibilities. Yin buried her face in her schoolbag and tightened her seat a little.

I have been back for two weeks. The train that passed the harshest winter began to show foggy light at six o'clock. Yin also changed the original fixed seat. Since the last time, she changed to the last two carriages. So this meeting can only be regarded as a coincidence in complete coincidence.

"hi." She greeted the boys first.

The boy who didn't wear a scarf, but still wore a light beige uniform, paused and smiled awkwardly: "Hello." There is 70% or 80% vacant land around Yin, but he stands without sitting.

"I just want to ask ... then why have you been sitting next to me before?"

"I'm really sorry if I misunderstood anything ... I just, just," the boy changed hands and grabbed the railing. "I don't think it's so cold when two people sit together."

"Really?" Insidious smile. "That's right."

"Well ..."

"I should be sorry." Well, I think too much.