At the end of the last big class, the students dispersed with smiles, leaving only him and me in the huge classroom. I'm not on duty today, but I stayed. Those students on duty who were in a hurry to make an appointment asked me to help them, and I smiled and agreed. Inadvertently, their thoughts reached my ear: "Let her do her job well. No boy asked her out anyway. She is very free. "
Yes, I am the ugliest girl in the department, with the most sure homework and the best popularity.
I cleaned the blackboard hard and felt a little happy. Because he is still here, he is still at his desk, deep in sleep. I have watched every game of his. Every time he plays basketball, he always attracts all the girls in the school to go out and cheer, and I am always pushed behind the crowd.
I was close to him, and he took a long breath, which made me tremble and immediately backed away. I remember it was also a night. I stayed to clean the blackboard, and he came back to get his schoolbag after playing basketball. I stood on tiptoe and tried to wipe the chalk on the blackboard. He took the eraser from my hand and wiped it clean after three or two times. I just stood behind him. At that moment, I felt sheltered for the first time. By the time I got up the courage to thank him, he had left the classroom.
He likes to sit in the last row, the left and the innermost position of the classroom. When no one is around, I gently wipe this position clean, gently unfold the crumpled waste paper in his desk, and then carefully identify the scribbled words on the paper, which are a girl's name.
It seems that one night, I went back to the classroom to get the book I forgot. When I first entered the door, I saw two heads close together, one with long hair and the other with short hair. They hugged each other tightly, in the innermost position on the left in the last row. I ran away in a hurry, somehow, as if I had made a mistake. I went back to the dormitory and squatted on the ground, tears dripping down and I didn't cry.
Soon, a classmate in my class called me to congratulate my birthday. I don't like socializing. I want to refuse. He suddenly said, "We can't play well together." I hung my head and couldn't say anything to refuse.
This is the first time he has spoken to me, in ten words. At this time, we are junior.
That night, too, we booked a room to sing, and several bravest singers were grabbing wheat. After the song, the king of songs came out, and a case of beer quickly bottomed out. He sat chatting with his best friend on the sofa, and I sat not far from them. Suddenly talking about the conditions of choosing friends, he smiled and said, "It must be a beautiful woman, tall, with good figure, long hair, cheerful and lively personality, and can afford to joke." Every word clearly falls into my ears.
Nails are deeply stuck in the palm of your hand and don't hurt. I'm reminding myself not to bite off more than I can chew-ironically, I can't reach anything.
I am short, ordinary and not beautiful. But in the soul, we are equal. If God lets me have beauty and wealth, I can keep you from leaving me, just as I can't leave you now. What a great declaration of love, almost inspired me to walk through every gloomy day of my girlhood.
At that moment, I knew who else in the world would love Jane except Mr. Rochester. Love?
I will graduate soon. At the end of the thesis defense, everyone was as happy as in the last century, and several noisy people in the department were going to hold a masked ball. All week, girls have been thinking about how to dress up. But for me, this is one last dance. I'll never see him again. My humble dream of becoming a soldier submerged in the crowd and looking up to him will also be shattered.
I'll never see him again.
When I got home, my sister told me happily that I would be a bridesmaid tomorrow. Lovely and charming, she will always be invited. She is not good at her lessons, so naive that she is a bit silly and beautiful that she is a bit headstrong. However, what does it matter? As long as she looks at me with big clear eyes and holds my hand, she will say, "OK?" Even I can't bear to refuse her, just like this moment.
Into her room, on the bed, she put down her long skirt to wear. It was a white gauze skirt as white as snow, with an elegant bow on the chest and white ribbons and pearls on it. So simple, but so prosperous. Before I could speak, my sister had pulled me up and let me have a try. I looked at the mirror in a daze. Mask-these two words, like bright fireworks, suddenly lit up my heart.
My sister helped me dress up with her years of dressing wisdom and experience. My hair hangs from my head in curls, as bright as paint. She cleverly put strands of wigs of different colors into my long hair. I don't wear low-cut clothes all the year round At this moment, my bare neck and chest are as white as snow. The folds and bows on my chest cleverly conceal my flat figure and look a little graceful. The fluffy pomegranate skirt and the big white bow behind it make me attractive. Xiao Gao's heels raised my body by half a head, and my back naturally stood straight. The pearls on the necklace and earlobe are colorful, and my sister even inserted a huge yellow rose in full bloom on my temple. She said with satisfaction that you are a princess tonight. "
I stood in front of the ballroom armed to the teeth. I said to myself, it's very simple. You step forward and push the door open. ...
I took a deep breath and put on a white feather mask.
Suddenly, the door was opened. He stood at the door with a glass in his hand. He is wearing a very gentleman's little dress, and his collar is crooked. He looks bored and surprised. He looked at me.
In fact, all the boys at the dance focused on me.
I can't even move. I can hear the exclamation: "Who is this?"
The music began. It was a soft and slow tune. He cocked his head at me. Suddenly, he smiled.
My eyes are moist. This is the first time, and it should be the last time, that he smiled at me. I have seen countless smiles from him before, all of which are borrowed from the sun by the moon. Only this time, the radian of his mouth and the reflection of his pupil are all for me.
He held out his hand to me, inviting, probing and not at all artificial-that hand was what I had been longing for for for a long time.
I put my hand in his palm.
He held my hand. He grabbed me by the shoulder. He spoke in my ear. "Who are you? This is not our department, is it? There is no such beautiful girl as you in our department. "
I faltered, so nervous that I couldn't even spin, and my body was as stiff as a machine.
"Which school are you from? Is this your first visit to our school? You certainly don't know me. "
"You are very shy, aren't you? Why have you been shaking? "
"I have never seen such a beautiful girl as you, but she is not affected at all!"
"To tell you, I am the third in our family. Everyone calls me mistress. I want to tell you everything about me. "
I said quickly in my mind: I know everything about you. Your height 1.83 meters. There are two sisters in your family. You are Scorpio. Your favorite band is U2…… ... ... and I know everything about you.
I didn't answer, just smiled.
In big and small circles, we are like a merry-go-round. Happiness makes me want to scream. We never miss one dance after another. He said that his eyes were full of surprises. He was fascinated by me, and he imagined what an incomparable beautiful girl I was under the mask.
In my dizziness, I suddenly felt a sharp pain. I told him in a low voice that I was not beautiful. "No," he insisted, "I'll wait for you outside the dressing room after the dance. You don't have to say hello to me. I'm sure I can recognize you at a glance. "
The music stopped and I stood on the dance floor in a daze. He hugged my trembling body and gently asked me, are you tired? I shook my head gently.
I was the last one to walk into the dressing room, and the dim light reflected the dirty mirror. I'm still dizzy, holding the pool hard. Stunned, take off the mask.
In the mirror, it's still my ordinary, dim and beautiful face. There has never been any magic and fairy tales in this world.
I washed my face carefully without makeup. I put the white gauze skirt in my heart as safely as a dream. Tears fell on the veil and were absorbed without a trace in the blink of an eye.
I snuck out and he was still there. There was a faint light in the corridor, and he stood straight with a long shadow. His mouth was still smiling, and he stared at the locker room door without even looking down at me. I hurried past him, almost to the end, and couldn't help looking back, only to find that he was still staring at the empty locker room.
I run. Click, click, shoes are ringing on the floor.