Love is like a dream

Strictly speaking, I’m not a star-chaser, let alone a brain-dead fan. During the group period, because she was different from the other two members, I had a deep impression on her. It wasn’t until 2010 when her solo flight became a blockbuster that I started to appreciate her. She had special attention, and she didn't expect to fall in love with her out of control because of a video she saw by chance.

In the early spring of 2011, with the just-concluded Spring Festival holiday, I hurried back to Beijing from my hometown. It was the sixth day of the lunar new year. After dinner, I turned on the computer and logged in. Then I saw a fan-shared "Unpublished Live Video of the Taipei Concert" ".

I have watched the video of this concert several times. Of course, it is the version sold on the market. The recording site will definitely not be included. I opened it right away and took a look, because I know that there are many more exciting and touching stories. Often it's all behind the scenes.

The video is a clip that was edited and intercepted. On that day, she was wearing a very loose, colorful dress with black and white as the main color, like a beautiful, simple and low-key butterfly. The front of her long hair was carelessly arranged. At the back is a loose ponytail, simple, casual, beautiful, and sexy.

At the beginning of the video, she stood on the stage and kept looking down the stage (looking for the two good sisters who sat in the crowd who came to watch her performance, and the other two members of the original group), while gently teasing her with the index finger of her right hand. Brushing the broken hair scattered on the forehead (how sexy is the action of a woman pulling her hair), she said emotionally: "I want to thank my two sisters very much, that is... (choked up, brushing her hair with her left hand), and then thank you, Woo... (crying in the throat), no... because they told her (the good sister in the audience) to cry in the earphones, she loves to cry, wife, although you want to become someone else's wife, but I still Love you."

The girl sitting under the stage couldn't control the excitement in her heart anymore, she burst into tears and shouted to her on the stage: "I don't want to be someone else's wife, wife, I love you..."

I clearly remembered the movements of her twice pulling her hair, the tangled expression that she wanted to cry but tried to hold back, and the little coquettish voice that naturally came out of her throat. At this moment, with any It is superfluous to use words to express the affection and attachment between her and that girl.

At this very moment, these subtle movements and expressions of hers were deeply engraved in my mind, my heart, everything... Woman, you will never guess when she will be the most touching.Seeing her at this moment, I was immediately moved by her, moved by her series of subtle expressions and movements, and a strange thought suddenly popped up in my mind: think about it, the happy person who is missed by her in the audience will be it's me.

Although I know very well in my heart that fans' love for idols is originally so blind and absurd.Everything about her has nothing to do with me, and I will never enter her world.Choose to ignore, I think, this is the most appropriate way for a reasonable person to view blind obsession.

One day in March, when my roommate told me that she was going to have a concert in Beijing, I still couldn't help but grab the tickets. Maybe I was too optimistic, so I didn't get the tickets. I felt a little disappointed.

The day of the concert happened to be Saturday. Although I didn't get a ticket, I still felt a little bit unwilling. I wanted to go to the scene to have a look. Maybe there are scalper tickets?Although I know it's so late now, the possibility of this is very small, but I can't sleep anyway, so I just go out and try my luck. When I finally booked a taxi and rushed to the scene, the concert had already ended.

It was still very cold in Beijing in the early spring. I wrapped myself in a windbreaker, looked at the gray sky above my head and the dim street lights on the street, and thought that she had left, and my eyes felt a little inexplicably sad.I walked around the theater and wandered aimlessly on the nearby streets. At this time, a seductive fragrance suddenly floated over from the front, and I saw a 24-hour pastry shop across the road with a window. It was open, so I wanted to go through to buy some bread and drinks.

I stretched my head to look around and there was no car, I didn’t care about the red light and green light zebra crossing anymore, I ran to the opposite store quickly, and just ran to the middle of the road when I heard ‘ga——’, a very harsh sound of brakes It sounded in my ears, followed by a 'bang', and there was a sharp pain in my legs, and I was knocked to the ground by a black car.

I tried to prop up my body with my arms, and slowly stood up with my legs, but the severe pain that followed made me sit on the ground again with a □□ sound. At this time, the driver in the car was opening the The car door ran towards me, and I looked up. It was a female driver with long hair, big sunglasses on her face, and a black pullover cap on her head. Judging from her expression and movements, she seemed to be Very flustered and uneasy.

When she came in front of me, she immediately squatted down and supported my shoulders, and opened her mouth in a cautious Taiwanese accent: "Are you okay?"

I frowned slightly, so familiar with the Taiwanese accent?I was about to search my memory and recall the source of this familiarity, when I smelled the faint smell of alcohol mixed with perfume on her body.

Me: "Have you been drinking?"

She: "A little bit, why don't you walk the zebra crossing..."

She spoke again, and there was a bang in my head, and all the memories about her rushed out. Taking advantage of the streetlight, I took a quick look at her. Her height, clothes, face shape, hair, matched her voice , It turned out to be her!