Time of _'s love in mutual eyes in love

Time of _'s love in mutual eyes in love

He grow in capital, it is pieces of life that have boy of requirement, he it follows the prescribed order to be over a high school on the ground, paste the profit and do in the test to this university very near to the home confusedly again. He and lazy the reason why achievement very bad, he
Lie in, what sustain, mind so he lives very much happily.
He has a girlfriend, wears it very beautifully, in the universities of arts and letters one in the east, two people can't help liking standing up in nervous life of Senior Three, that's settled then, he does not study very much either, oily in the east all day. Really very happy, he always thinks.
In one sophomore period in the afternoon, he is roaming leisurely on one at school bored stiffly, at the intersection of course and he of afternoon think of, can not get in touch with the girl friend, so he did not know where should go, so blind to stroll.
A red shade has been found carelessly by him, that is a schoolgirl, wear a red garment, he does not like the red one very much, just his girl friend likes wearing red very much, he is noisy with Women Friend very much for these one, but he surrenders finally, because he loved the girl friend very much, have just obeyed her.
That girl is very suitable for wearing red. He thinks, salutes with eyes to her on one side with nitpicking sight. He grows up in the middle school of Kyoto, so learn to stare at girl on the road very small, hey? ! Who how is she look like that? He thought suddenly it was his girl friend that came over, just that girl was healthier, even more. . . Plump. He has rubed eyes, very alike.
That girl has probably found him, and seem to be enraged by his unrestrained expression in one's eyes, have stared at him ruthlessly. Hey! It is hot that the little girl still holds out! He has laughed satisfiedly, has also blown a sound of whistle towards her, by showing his proud of thising.
He has forgotten her soon. But always met her here or there in the school. He thinks, really has chance with, it's a pity I have been already very happy. Think the intersection of he and the intersection of clicking the tongue and mouth, the broken car has gone to the east at stepping on. Did not go to see whether she had seen him.
Day passes by in this way, he just mixes in this way, except crack the book and busy with some, taken make-up examination a bit more irritatedly at the beginning of term at end. No bad, pretty good. He think, and until cigarette enclose vomit hard very round.
Reach four big in an instant, everybody busy look for a job, he but at all non- worried, though his achievement is bad, however, it is much easier to look for working of eking out a living and do the relative one. Wait for graduating to marry girl friend. He always feels proud for his wishful thinking, he thinks his life is very good too.
But one day, the girl friend has quarrelled with him. He take it seriously at all at the beginning, the intersection of an old fellow like me and old wife, quarrel and quarrel and is familiar with. But while talking about the fourth sentence, he is muddled. The girl friend says: You are always like this if mixing, we just have nothing to say again, let's say good-bye. He has not spoken, is looking at the girl friend silently, no, former girl friend goes far. He has remembered dimly the girl friend always sees him with the expression in one's eyes of hidden bitterness recently, later on that expression in one's eyes has been turned into disdaining and taken pity on gradually. Oh, I see, he went to the small shop to buy a pack of cigarettes later, a lighter and a bottle of strong spirit, paperbacked that kind. He was drunk to fall in the cold wind that evening, slept for one night.
He has lain at home for one week, he thought repeatedly: Am I mixing? No, I am just unwilling to go to pursue the material life of those nihility, life was not originally long, why so tired, so long as one could hide the light nest where the wind took shelter from rain, there is a soft bed, are there a cupboard of good books? Pass all one's life than afraid the fluctuations of the stock are not much happier in luxurious villa like this? What happened to on earth this world?
After going back to school, he reads everyday, the textbooks, light reading are all read, he wants to find the answer on living from the book.
One day, he came out from the library, is inserting two university degree books, he wanted to look for a classroom to read quickly. On the at school dish, he see that piece already in covered with dust getting red figure for a long time under the intersection of he and memory. A red overcoat, can not still block that kind of grave and stern and reason. He stops living suddenly, then go away hurriedly, he feels her expression in one's eyes penetrates on his back sharply, he does not want to let her see, accumulates and dyes any tears in his eyes.
He is aroused in interest.
In the day later on, he has a thing to always loiter on the school one having no thing, meet her each time, he always meets her, gazes at her, gives to her far with a kind of very sincere sight. And she just looks sidelong at him at one glance quietly, takes one's own way.
He ask about arrive the name and class of girl, the intersection of he and the next session, that brothers offering information say to him while reporting: Don't make the others' idea, her pursuit person can be filled up with half a science assembly hall, but she is not aroused in interest at all, she is taking an exam of G, it seems that will jump to the New World.
He is listening to the chattering of the good friend silently, he has not wanted to fill in the scientific assembly hall, he just thinks: She once saw several of mine. Content with one's lot.
Later once when he saluted with eyes to her, she was suddenly a little unatural, after she goes over, he remembered suddenly, her face was red just now. He is so happy as to almost fall into a side of school to dig in the ditch opened.
Does not I wonder if that hears of it from nobody, she is who has BBS, then he buys the ticket furiously, or rub BBS on others' machine, facing a group of users, he always wonders: Who will it be? Then he always steeps it on the net, but does not ask about her news arbitrarily either, he thinks finding excuses to console oneself: If Heaven has this section of causes, she will present.
Day is so quick, will graduate soon, he wants to go on the society yearning for, he wants to see the external world very much. He decides what are left on the net, but what are written? He has thought of her, what has thought of coming has parted. Then he has published an article on BBS, the article is " many girls ", he write if saying thinking, then wait to graduate silently.
In the afternoon of that day leaving, he bumped into her on the high step of the main building, one's own step that they all stop, is staring at the other side's eyes so each other. He has seen in eyes of her a bit that shy, a little hidden bitterness, have Lonely at one o'clock, he thinks, she must see the tears from one's own eyes.
Two people have looked at for a long time so each other, he has thought whole world faded, people's physique is melted in the sunshine slowly, only two pairs of deep eyes and two hearts beating slowly.
The deadlock is broken by him. He turns round to leave, the head does not come into the sunshine going back either, there is not a sound behind, No, there is not everything, only a human society that has already faded is waiting for him to escape yet. He only remembers, then subdue the soul's moment, whole minute continuously.
That evening, he drank dead drunkly, on the way home, he shouted loudly: I, today, the minute of whole love one! He shouts before reaching the 13th floor that has already turned off the light: Hey! You! We were in love at last today, we loved whole minute!
Then, he is stepping the step of staggering, has left that school forever, has not turned round.
Nobody takes notice of this graduate in drunken brawls, there is a person only in the whole school, in that night, weeping silently wets the pillow towel.


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