color blind love

It's a hassle when going through traffic lights, I can't see which light is on.So I had to go with the others, which was a good idea, at least I haven't had any accidents so far.They look at traffic lights, and I see their backs.

The weather was not so good today, it was raining lightly, and I was the only person at the intersection, so I had to keep a close eye on the vehicles and wait for them to stop before crossing the road.I have to go through two intersections and then take the bus to school, which should be there by five o'clock.

Suddenly a car stopped on the side of the road. I thought I could finally cross the road, and then I took the first step. When I got out of the front of the stopped car, a car suddenly drove over. Started honking in the distance.I turned my head to look at it and suddenly froze, not knowing whether to go forward or backward

"Why are you standing still?" A man pulled me back to the side of the road, and at that moment I thought I was about to be hit.I used to think that the plot of a car honking its horn and then stopping to hit it in TV dramas was silly, but in fact it really happened and I was really stunned. "Why didn't you wait for the green light, what are you in such a hurry for?" It was that voice again.It was the one who saved me.

"Thank you." I thanked him.It was a boy, about the same height as me, maybe a little shorter than me, with curly hair and long eyelashes, looking like a foreigner.

"You are going to school." He looked at my school uniform. "Z high?"

There is a big letter z on the left sleeve of the school uniform, which is our school's logo. I don't know who came up with the idea. It's better to print the letter z on the chest, it looks silly.

"Hmm." I nodded.

"Green light."

"Hello." He pulled me up and walked away, as if I was a blind man who needed a guide.

"It just so happens that I'm going to Z High, but I just came here and I'm not familiar with it, so you can help me lead the way."

Why should I lead you the way?Before I could say anything, he pulled me to the left of the intersection, "I made a mistake, go to the right, go through another traffic light at the intersection, and then just take the bus."

"Oh..." He pulled me up and walked to the right again, I guess my wrist was going to be red from his scratching.

"Let go of my hand."

"Huh? Oh." He seemed to have discovered it only now.I saw wrinkles appearing on the sleeves of my school uniform that my father had ironed.

"My name is Ellison, what's your name?" He announced his family name.Is it a foreigner?Probably not, Mandarin is very slippery.Now many people think that having an English name is very foreign, or he is one too.

"Yan Meng." I usually use this name for strangers who may only meet once, because I think the name Yan Yimeng is really not easy to use.Just like the name my dad said is just a code name, if they still talk about me in the future, say "Yan Meng" this person knows it's me, why bother whether the name is true or not.

"Which yanmeng is a dream in a dream?"

"The words of language, the Mencius of Mencius."

"Oh...a cultured name."

I:"......"

"The light is green." He walked ahead, and I followed behind him.

He seems to like to talk a lot. When he was sitting on the bus, he chattered beside me:

"Is your home here?"

"What grade are you in?"

"Is Z tall? How's the environment?"

"You are the first friend I met here." In short, there are a lot of blah blah blah. , more uncomfortable than usual.

"I heard that Z High is divided into South School and Girls' School. Do you usually sneak over to meet female students privately? Is the school strictly controlled?"

"What's wrong with you? You look so ugly?" I think so too.I feel sick.

"Are you...are you sick?" He deliberately avoided me, then patted me on the shoulder and said, "I'm just kidding." He even shook it twice, I couldn't help it.I knew I was going to take the car, so I didn't eat much at noon. The acid water I vomited was all acid water, and the stench immediately permeated the entire car.No way, the physiological reaction is out of my control.

To my surprise, the man named Ellison caught my vomit with both hands.

"Steward, do you have any plastic bags?"

"Oh, yes."

The flight attendant brought black plastic bags, and I was forced to get out of the car midway, as was he, smudged with my vomit.Forget it, he annoyed me and made me vomit, and I vomited until he was covered all over, so it would be evened out.

Finally, I called home and asked my dad to send me.

What a terrible experience, pray to God I never see that person again.But my prayers don't seem to be working very well.