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Have you ever crossed the mountain for someone?

by Test 2 months ago in Short Story
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Have you ever crossed the mountain for someone?

Have you ever crossed the mountain for someone?

December came as promised, just like previous years, but that person, after the separation, never met again.

Have you ever crossed the mountain for someone

The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of the night.

The same winter, the same window of the school building, the wind blowing on the face cool, memories are like a whirlpool that is too late to break free, drowning the defenseless me in the deep sea.

One Friday last winter, after the last class was over, I stood by the window of the school building with my books in my arms.

They said that the school library will be built and opened next year.

If, together with him, soak in the school library that how good, looking at the library inexplicably emerged from such ideas, and then a fever, if, together with him, shopping and walking that how good, if, together with him ......

A gust of wind blew by, I pulled my coat tight, the last ginkgo dead leaves in the cold wind slowly floating down, at that moment, my heart is calling, now immediately go to him.

Yes, go to him now!

Just popped up this idea, I was shocked myself, just came to this city to study in the first year of college, the first time to leave home, never took the train, never traveled out of the province, in the emergence of this idea, not uneasy, more excited.

Perhaps it was because I was going to see him? I just remember that on the way to the train station on the bus, my heart still could not calm down for a long time, my heart was pounding.

When I stood at the train station square, at that moment, I really realized that I was really on my way and I was really going to see him.

I looked at myself, except for my cell phone ID card and money, I brought nothing else, I couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh, I was probably possessed.

I didn't even know how to buy a ticket, the train station square was so big and there were so many people coming and going, I was overwhelmed in the crowd.

When I saw the word ticket office, it was like I grabbed a lifeline and ran all the way there.

When I entered the lobby, there were so many people lined up at different windows, I froze again. I stood on my tiptoes to read the words on the fluorescent screen and finally got in line behind a queue.

After buying the ticket, I stood still with the ticket and the change I got back, frowning and staring at the ticket, the departure and destination, the time, the platform number, and the seat number. There were still two hours to go, and I sat bored waiting in the waiting room, surrounded by all sorts of people coming and going, and where were they going?

Have you ever crossed the mountain for someone

The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of the night.

The same winter, the same window of the school building, the wind blowing on the face cool, memories are like a whirlpool that is too late to break free, drowning the defenseless me in the deep sea.One Friday last winter, after the last class was over, I stood by the window of the school building with my books in my arms.

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