The first time I met Eddie was on a spring morning. I was hiding in the classroom and reading alone. The excuse was that physical education class had a stomachache. Catkin is overwhelming outside the window. They are white and soft, with ethereal dance steps, like elves sneaking out of the fairy tale forest, like the ringing sound of a silver bell worn by Miao girls, and like a light dream, lingering in mid-air, warm and quiet, which makes me feel a little trance.
"thud"-I don't know who suddenly burst into the classroom door and rushed in with full sunshine. The bright light stung my eyes. When I opened my eyes again, the uninvited guest came to me-a girl with ear-length short hair, carrying a potbellied backpack full of things, like a travel-stained traveler, slightly tired, with cold and sharp eyes.
"Are there any vacancies in this class?" She asked.
I pointed to the seat next to me-my deskmate changed schools two weeks ago.
So Eddie became my deskmate. She always looks alert and alienated, as if she keeps people away, making people afraid to approach rashly. And I am an equally indifferent person. I hate meaningless and far-fetched conversations between strangers. Although I am curious about her, I don't want to ask her endlessly. After sitting at the same table for a week, our relationship was limited to borrowing an eraser. I only learned her name by chance from the cover of her textbook-Cindy. We are like two planets, which do not interfere with each other and travel safely in their respective orbits.
But planets will collide one day. For a while, Eddie seemed depressed. She flipped through this textbook for a while and then flipped through that textbook, making the pages rattle and confused. She suddenly threw the textbook on the table and grabbed a knife from the stationery bag. I only saw a flash of cold light, and blood beads the size of beans flowed out of Eddie's fingers without hesitation. Eddie's eyes faintly revealed a trace of joy, with a brave demeanor and momentum. I froze for three seconds and then rushed out of the classroom. When I stood panting in front of her with a band-aid, I could hardly speak: "Here. . . . "She gave me a cool look and said disdainfully," I want you to mind my business? ! "I took the band-aid and said intermittently," Here. . . . . Stick it on, or the wound will be infected. . . . "I gently put the band-aid on the table and turned and walked out of the classroom. When I went back to the classroom again, I saw the band-aid I bought stuck to Eddie's injured finger. Slightly secretly pleased in my heart.
In April, hibiscus bloomed in the campus, and the pink petals stretched in the late spring wind, which was followed by subtle changes between Eddie and me. She is not so cold and alert to me, but much gentler. We gradually found that there are so many similar hobbies between us, such as eating plum, drinking scented tea, watching martial arts and dreaming of traveling around the world with swords. I like that fragile and sensitive Kafka. . . . . . We talked enthusiastically, from Su Shi to Plato, from Cao Xueqin to Shakespeare. . . . . . . When the two planets are close to each other, they feel warm and feel the longing and joy of meeting each other hidden in their hearts for many years, so they accompany each other on the way forward and are no longer lonely. A butterfly will wake me up from my dream in the dead of night, and I will lie on the windowsill of my dormitory sleepily, watching the moon swaying alone in the dark sky and the black flowing clouds surging in the air, unpredictable; Let's listen to the sound of rain beating on the window lattice and the wind whimpering. We are in high spirits and will learn to howl a few times, which will lead to a lot of abuse. At that time, there was light flashing in her dark eyes, and I seemed to see the looming light on her body, emitting a far-reaching and peaceful atmosphere, as if she had the power to break through all bondage and imprisonment. I am always afraid that she will inadvertently grow a pair of transparent wings on her back like an elf in a fairy tale and take her to an unknown distance. So I had to hold her hand tightly. Only the temperature in her hand can give me the truest feeling and convince me of her existence.
Dice likes singing. I still remember clearly how I felt when I first heard her sing. The song slowly flowed out of her mouth, not very high-pitched, as if from the depths of the soul, like uncut plain and natural rough jade. All the shackles in my heart came crashing down at that moment, as if the ice and snow on the top of the mountain melted at that moment, and with the joy and sadness of sealing for thousands of years, they infiltrated into my blood, merged into my heart, and let my soul leave this heavy skin and fly to the higher and farther sky-this is a feeling I have never felt before.