I forgot what I was began to notice her, may be one Business Video Conferencingday afternoon, that's right is in the afternoon.Hong Kong Shenzhen Tour Hot and humid weather cover the whole continent, every day seemed spent in suffocation. Always shows no sign of rain weather, that day is to blow breeze, is a kind of soft without any feeling. While her, walking on my side, and three thousand of moss light swept my front, that is a kind of light fragrance, with the smell of the water, immediately, will I. Hot and humid? Trouble? Has been swept away.
For the first time, I began to quietly, carefully watching her. May for her, the only different with others, is that a roll of hair. Wheat color skin, of medium height, sometimes I even doubt, if it is someone else, maybe that long hair won't seem so long. Her for her the only "advantage", don't seem to bothered: casual ponytail, casual headdress plus optional neat bang... She likes his back to me, silently staring at a book, the along while not turning a page, just as I silently staring at her. Sometimes, she will be very cheerful, yell bloody murder, of course, in my eyes, everything is good...
The hair looks so soft, so soft, thick makes me wonder whether need to use both hands to hold completely. Finally, I try to touch, after washing clean hands. I am as light as possible, his fingers through, itchy, wish and he in hand, when I want to feel, she found. Glare, sparred dangerously, also seems to be the fists. Exchanged seats later, I look at the person sitting in front of me, and could not help a hand...
Slowly, accustomed to.
Don't know we actually is a kind of what kind of relationship, friend? Couples? When lovers may be a lot in the class, and we are the kind of subtle and difficult character, has become a mind mosquito bite wounds, itch, dare not to touch.
Together, stay, word for two troubles. Ever thought of this three years, one day, towards the university or one that is hidden in the city. Happy-go-lucky, I tried to slowly walk on my life trajectory, does not seem to have a fork in the road, there won't be happy...
Sometimes I look at her eyes, with her, watching her a roll of moss, wan it up gently...
Sunset blazes kissed the earth and through the window lattice, dyed red her temples to the edge of the broken hair, very beautiful, like a sunset...
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