three feet away from me

In the early autumn weather, the yellow leaves of the sycamore trees on the corner of the street fell all over the ground, and the stalls of roasted sweet potatoes were also set up. When the lid was lifted and the north wind blew, the street was filled with the aroma of sweet potatoes.

The cars on the opposite side of the street were coming and going, the boy was wearing earphones, thin-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, a light blue jacket over his shirt, his trousers were rolled up, he was carrying a schoolbag on one shoulder, and he was holding a book in his left hand. Book, the bus came, and he got on the bus.

The boy's beautiful eyes drooped slightly, and the shadow of his eyelashes fell on his face, which made his face fair and handsome, but when he held the handrail and looked out of the window silently, the smoldering breath in his bones Indifference and alienation quietly enveloped him, and the people around him moved to the side. This young man was not easy to get close to.

The bus is speeding in the shade of the sunset tree, stopping one stop after another on the side of the road. People are coming and going on the bus, going up and down? Up and down? After several waves, it is almost at the stop, and there is a nice male voice? Stand out especially on a noisy bus.

The boy frowned, grabbed the armrest and turned to look over.

The young man turned sideways slightly, and nodded politely to the old man at the door: "Old man, please, let me go?"

The young man was wearing a suit, with elegant peach blossom eyes, thick black hair, and a very tall stature, which made him look a bit cramped in the small bus.

When the bus arrived at the stop, the elderly shrank inward to give way to the young man to get off the bus.

The boy's wrist holding the handrail suddenly felt sore for a moment, which made him almost unable to carry the schoolbag on his shoulder. After seeing the young man's appearance, his chest jumped up violently. He let go of the handrail, holding A kind of inexplicable mood, squeezed towards the flow of people.

But there were too many people in the car, and there were obstacles in front, back, left, and right. The distance between him and the young man seemed to be separated by thousands of mountains and miles. In just a few meters, he walked halfway with difficulty, and the young man had already got off the car. When the driver closed the door, the boy just held onto the railing of the door.

The bus had already started, and the young man looked through the window of the car door. The figure of the young man gradually became smaller and disappeared when the driver turned and drove on another road.

The young man withdrew his gaze and pursed the corners of his lips a little.

The bus is still driving forward, it seems that the next stop will never end, the people in the bus are noisy, the young man is frowning silently, I don't know how long he has endured, the bus finally arrives at the platform, the door just opened Open halfway, the boy immediately squeezed out from the crowd.

Just as the toes landed on the steps, the boy walked back in the direction the bus came from. As the scenery on both sides of the street moved backwards, the boy's mood gradually became restless.

This Friday, he was supposed to go home after school, and the platform he was going to get off was not this one, nor did he know what was wrong with him, when he thought of the face of the young man on the bus just now , A strange feeling surged up, making his heart tremble, sour and astringent.

At around [-]:[-] in the afternoon, when the crowd is bustling home, some people are carrying vegetables, some people are walking slowly on the road after returning from school, some people are holding briefcases on the phone, and the orange sun on the branches Tranquil and soft, it is a rare time of rest and leisure in a day.

On the road, there suddenly appeared a young man running with all his strength who did not match his cool appearance. Don't you know when the earphones were ripped off by him and stuffed into his clothes pocket? Floating in the air with the boy running by the side of the pocket?

Isn't this kind of sudden exercise? It's not suitable for teenagers. Relying on his height and long legs, he quickly ran across the street corner, and then ran across the alley with all kinds of fried skewers of snacks. In front of him was the platform of the previous station. As long as he ran over, the boy's palms would be sweaty, as long as he ran over...

The red light came on, and the traffic flowed across the road one after another. The boy's face was flushed, and he stopped at the intersection, panting slightly, and trembling slightly from excitement.

After waiting for the red light, the young man regained his senses a little bit, let alone that he met the young man with a smile on his face, and had never seen him before. Even if he ran back recklessly, wouldn't he? He must be waiting at the bus platform with him.

If there was no one on the platform, the boy tightened his clothes, and realized that the thought of this possibility made him breathless. In his increasingly anxious mood, the boy waited for the red light.

The number of vehicles gradually decreased, revealing an empty intersection. The young man grabbed his clothes and looked over.

Under the traffic light at the opposite street corner, the handsome young man was in high spirits, and the expression between his brows and eyes was very much like an old friend.

The young man rubbed his eyebrows, and walked towards the opposite side with a calm breath. He walked 37 steps for a distance of one street, and finally stopped in front of the young man.

The young man probably didn't expect this young man to walk across the street, so he walked towards him unbiasedly.

The color of the young man's eyes was very light. When he looked down at the boy, there seemed to be a kind of "silent magic power" that easily captured the boy.

Isn't this kind of "capture" obsession? The young man's heart beats fast. If he had to find a word to describe it, it should be happiness.

"Hello, this..." The young man saw the young man standing in front of him for a long time, didn't he? Seeing him talking, he raised his eyebrows and saw the book in the young man's arms: "Little friend, what's the matter with you?" ?”

"You..." The young man opened his mouth, his pent-up emotions were about to explode. How about standing in front of this person, but he didn't know what to say.

"It's getting dark, why don't you go home," the young man looked at him and smiled, "Do you want to be in a daze with strangers?"

The young man looked at him with an indescribable sadness in his eyes. He seemed to have found something that he had been thinking about for a long time. If that thing was an item, he would definitely take it back, but this one in front of him is a person who can Talking can laugh? For a while, he didn't know what to do.

"Go home quickly, aren't your parents? Are you worried?"

The young man or not? Talking, the young man clicked his tongue, as if there was no other way, he hails a car casually, stuffs the person in and pats the young man on the head: "Tell the driver where your home is, next time? No? stare at strangers."

Before the boy could react, the young man had already closed the door and gestured for the driver to start driving.

The black crowd carrying the young man left the young man's field of vision, and the young man stared at the corner where the young man disappeared for a long time, with a smile rising from the corner of his mouth: "Wen Hou!"

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