Sometimes I calm down and think that this life is really interesting. I will meet different people and have some stories with different people. Those people and those things are like notes on the staves. Only when they exist can they be beautiful.

I have a junior girl who we met on Baidu Tieba. One day we broke this virtuality and met her on the streets of the city where I live. As I told her, when I first saw her, I didn’t feel nervous. I felt as if I met an old acquaintance, and it was quite harmonious. Of course, this harmony was cultivated for a long time. Although I had never met her before, I basically spoke freely with her.

A person wearing big-framed glasses, tied with Taoist hair like a Taoist, and wore a strange pair of pants. The reason why it was strange was that the trouser legs were too short and thin. When such a girl came into my eyes, I almost wanted to laugh. Yes, this is my fantasy schoolgirl.

I chat, walk, and eat with such a girl. I don’t feel any restrained at all! I want to be restrained, but I can’t be restrained at all. The school girl has a funny temperament. You can stare at her and smile for a long time without her saying a word.

What's even more strange is that the school girl actually has a boyfriend. Why is it strange? It's because of her free and easy personality, how can she have a fixed man for him? How can she arrange part of her time with me? I have always been lonely and lonely, and of course I will not reject such a long-distance encounter; seeing her is like seeing a sister or sister who has been separated for many years, and that kind of intimacy cannot be concealed.

Although she looks long legs, she doesn't walk fast. At first I didn't notice this detail at all, until she said to me panting: "Hey! You guys walk so fast!" Only then did I realize that there was something wrong with my walking rhythm. To be honest, I was used to walking alone and couldn't slow down. My schoolgirl would not miss every opportunity to teach me about the emotional introductory education. I learned that I couldn't find a girlfriend, but I actually walked too fast! Of course, she had the capital to educate me. She was a rural teacher.

The wild schoolgirl is not good at walking. Without a wink, I insisted on my immature decision. After walking two or three kilometers before I reached the market where I was going to eat, I felt so guilty along the way. After she told me all kinds of reasons why she couldn't walk. Of course, including the fact that she was about to save money to buy a car, I really realized that the schoolgirl was really too lazy to walk.

I don’t know when this passionate personality can become indifferent, but when people like my junior sister approach me, I inexplicably want to get close to them.

The schoolgirl actually likes singing!

If I talk about singing, my junior sister sings while walking, and sings whenever she has inspiration. Whenever I listen carefully to what she is singing, I have questions in my mind, what song is this singing? The lyrics are so familiar, but I haven't heard the melody before. Then, I can see her sinister and smirk.

"Oh, it's out of tune!"

As soon as I said this, I couldn't help laughing. Yes, it was indeed out of tune.

So far, I have only seen this junior sister once. When I was free, I always took the initiative to chat with her and kept her in my circle. Nothing else, because my junior sister was unique, and because when I was lonely, it was her desperate force that infected me and made me re-establish the direction of life.

Life may be like this, and I always can’t bear to forget some people, including those buddies and classmates who have not been in contact for a long time. They still give each of them a place in their hearts. They often think of it, and when they think of it, they miss it.

Schoolgirl, can you stop singing next time you meet? For our stable friendship...

The meeting with the junior sister was different, and the meeting with the nurse was in the hospital.

My sister-in-law endured a severe pain for a day and a night, but in the end she was unable to give birth naturally and had to undergo a caesarean section. It was almost morning and there were still people coming and going in the hospital. It seemed that my sister-in-law was on the way to have a baby, and so many mothers were queuing up for giving birth. The doctors and nurses were still not in a hurry. The matter of giving birth is a huge event for our family. For medical staff, the arrival of a child naturally became their work under the scalpel.

"Does there any other family members on a bed 14? Go and send a blood sample!" I heard a female voice shouting. I sat on a chair in the corridor and talked to my mother. I immediately stood up and responded: Yes, yes, I am. While agreeing, I walked towards the nurse. That day, I was wearing work clothes and cotton coat, and there was a lot of sweat on my forehead. While wiping the sweat beads on my forehead, I consulted what the nurse had just told me. I took a casual look at the nurse. She was an extremely pretty girl with an unknown age and was wearing an oval glasses. She didn't bother to look closely and sent her blood sample.

Let’s not talk about the tension and bitterness that night. Early the next morning, I went to the hospital to see my newly born nephew after work. I met the nurse girl last night in the electric carport. She changed into plain clothes and looked even more handsome. She looked at me with her clear eyes and left with her colleague. I was at a loss by those pure and beautiful eyes, and quickly diverted my gaze.

Coincidentally, on the third day, I met the nurse again at noon. This time, she was in a market, and she bought cold skin at a stall selling cold skin. When I rode an electric donkey to drive towards her, she looked at me with the same eyes. I was so uncomfortable, so I quickly accelerated the electric door. At the same time, I also glanced at her quietly, and my mind was instantly caught by those eyes. I avoided those eyes and returned to the place just now. What I saw was her leaving back. I looked at that back with a lot of thoughts.

Three encounters made me start to pay attention to this girl who was getting more and more moved by my heart. Speaking of heart-tempering, this girl is the first person in four years to make me feel suffocated. I don’t understand if this is a secret love, nor do I know where this feeling comes from. The most impressive explanation is that she must be the lover I met in my previous life. After I felt moved, I went to the hospital because I had sufficient reasons to go to the hospital. My sister-in-law and my little nephew were not discharged. I still saw her, and her eyes remained the same. When I saw me, I looked at each other. This kind of look made me feel very confused. I don’t know if she also regarded me as an old friend. Every time I saw her, my heart was beating violently and my blood boiled instantly, because there was a ghost in my heart.

Although I was very moved, I never dared to be reckless and didn't even need to contact me. The main reason was that I lacked courage. Later, my sister-in-law and nephew were discharged from the hospital. I had no suitable reason to go to the hospital and never took a step into that gate. But she was still in my mind when she fell in love at first sight.

Unwilling to give up and inexplicable commotion made me try every possible way to inquire about the girl’s information through “injustice”. Fortunately, my friend’s wife works in that hospital, so I had the opportunity to learn more information about my heart-wrenching girl. When I collected her information, I decided to bury this emotion deeply, leave the best feeling to myself, and leave her more beautiful and mature to someone who knows how to cherish her. I hope she will find a man worthy in the future, at least be kinder than me and love her more than me.

A secret love that ended without beginning is so profound. I chose to quit because I was as kind as a relative to her, and I had no reason to destroy the most beautiful encounter.

Two different encounters have not produced any special meaning in my life, but they have become a beautiful memory in my life.
Chapter completed!