fall in love with me 15 years later

Zhang Shiqian stood where he was, and all kinds of people walked by him. He watched this man approaching him from a distance, approaching him expressionlessly, but his eyes stopped in the distance behind him.Step by step, when the man came to him, he could even smell the alcohol on the man.But when he raised his head, he could only see the man's stern profile and indifferent eyes. He could only watch him pass by him step by step, and his back gradually disappeared into the crowd.

Zhang Shiqian actually felt a little angry, he took a deep breath, he would feel angry because of a passerby who didn't look at him when he passed by, which made him feel a little unbelievable.Frowning in confusion, he turned his head and took another look, only pedestrians coming and going in his sight.

With five seconds left on the green light, Zhang Shiqian ran to the opposite bookstore, his hair bouncing as he ran.

Zhang Shiqian didn't dare to look back all the way.Yes, he didn't dare, he was afraid to look back and see himself 15 years ago, or what he was afraid of was being discovered by "that self", and afraid that "that self" would deny his existence.

Sitting on a chair by the square, Zhang Shiqian's palms were soaked in cold sweat and his heart was still beating wildly. He sighed, knowing that there would be a day when we would meet again.

He thought about many situations, such as encounters in the bookstore, teenagers after school and eager office workers; or encounters at school, teenagers after class and young and promising young entrepreneurs, or on the way to school. Encountered by chance, the boy who goes to school and the gentle big brother who gets up early to exercise.But none of them are like this, with the red street lights in a hurry, the impetuous crowd, and myself who looks fierce with a tired face and a smell of alcohol.When he thought that the person he had been thinking about for a long time met this kind of himself, Zhang Shiqian felt angry for not leaving a good impression on the other party.

Yes, Zhang Shiqian didn't understand why, he really wanted to make a good impression on himself 15 years ago.He took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, which he bought today during a social meeting. Since waking up on the roof of the construction site, he has never smoked a cigarette again.Zhang Shiqian squinted his eyes when he took the first sip. He has a very small cigarette addiction, and he only smokes one or two cigarettes when he stays up late and works overtime.

When exhaling the smoke, the scene of himself and Yang Hao going to eat ramen more than ten years ago appeared in his mind somehow.The ramen was delicious, but the man next to him lit a cigarette on the second bite.No one in Zhang's family smokes. He hates the smell of smoke, which can affect his appetite. Smoking is also prohibited in ramen shops.But the man seems to be illiterate, swallowing clouds and fog.The young waitress came over to remind her softly, and she was blown in the face by the impolite customer, and then the group left the ramen shop with laughter and noisiness.He saw that the young waiter's eyes were red, and he smiled at them embarrassedly, then turned and went to the back kitchen.At that time, Zhang Shiqian said to Yang Hao who was eating noodles: "I am tired of people who smoke."

"Cough...cough..." Zhang Shiqian suddenly choked on the cigarette in his mouth. He looked at the cigarette he was taking a puff in his hand and shook his head, thinking that he must have not smoked for a long time.After completely stomping out the cigarette, he threw it into the trash can, stretched his arms, and leaned on the back of the chair. The lights of the buildings near the square have been turned on one after another.

It was windy in the evening, and Zhang Shiqian felt a little emotional. Only when he really met himself did he truly feel that there really was another little self in this city.His mind was filled with the way the boy stared at him just now. At that time, he had just entered high school, and his hair, which had grown a little during the holidays, covered his forehead softly, his eyes were black and white, and he was wearing a black coat bought last year. The earphones in my pocket were rewards from my mother during a monthly exam.He suddenly understood that when those things that were buried deep in his memory, or that he consciously or subconsciously wanted to forget, appeared in front of him, he would definitely be able to remember them.

After the initial panic passed, Zhang Shiqian even regretted it a little.Regret that I didn't speak to him just now, regret why I didn't take a good look at him just now, regret that I got drunk when I came out to socialize today.Originally, it could have left a better impression.However, there will definitely be a next time, and it is not so difficult to accept the existence of another self.When I got up and went home, my mood became inexplicably relaxed, and the fatigue of the past few days seemed to have disappeared.He told himself in his heart: next time, next time he must prepare well.

Also, why didn't I think I was so handsome before, Zhang Shiqian thought secretly.

Wandering around the bookstore restlessly, Zhang Shiqian didn't find the book he wanted. He checked the time and found that he could still catch the last bus.

When I got home, Zhang's mother was sitting on the sofa in the living room applying a facial mask, and there was a TV series on the TV.

"I'm back, by all means." Mama Zhang moved her mouth lightly.

"En..." Zhang Shiqian felt that something was wrong with him, and he had been in a daze ever since he saw that strange passerby.After thinking about it, he said, "Mom." Zhang's mother pressed the mask and lazily agreed. "Does our family have any relatives? Relatives I haven't seen?" Zhang's mother glanced at her son strangely, "No, I am the only child in your grandparents' family, and your father is the only one in your grandparents' family. Other relatives...you have met those who are familiar, but our family has no contact with those who are farther away."

Zhang Shiqian stopped talking and nodded, it was indeed so.Then why does that person look so familiar today?He doesn't understand.The familiarity that person gave him was not only from his appearance, but also from his aura, which attracted him all over his body.

Zhang Shiqian has been very busy with work these past few days. The new company has just started, and he has a lot of entertainment and documents. He has just finished reading a proposal, and today's work has come to an end.Looking at the time, it was already eight o'clock in the evening.Big x leaned on the back of the chair, not knowing what he was thinking.The time jumped to [-]:[-], he stood up, put on the neat suit hanging on the coat rack, went to the mirror in the bathroom, carefully tied his tie, straightened his collar, and his suit trousers were a little tired after sitting for a whole day. Wrinkles, but should not be visible at night.After I cut my hair, there was a small scar on the right side of my forehead near the hairline, and I showed a gentle smile in the mirror.The time pointed to [-]:[-], and he hurried downstairs.

Yes, he was going to "encounter" Zhang Shiqian.

When I drove out of the underground parking lot, I realized that the light rain that had been falling since the afternoon had turned into a heavy rain, and it was getting bigger and bigger. The rain was constantly splashing on the windshield, and the wipers were not too heavy. effect.All the vehicles were moving very slowly, and he was a little anxious. The evening self-study in the first year of high school was at nine o'clock, and he was afraid that he would not be able to catch up.

On the other side, in the high school classroom, it was quiet. Although today is Friday, everyone is doing homework assigned this week or preparing for next week's class. The sound of rain is particularly loud in the classroom.

You can choose to go to the evening self-study or not, but Yang Hao couldn't sit still, so he didn't go to the evening self-study with Zhang Shiqian.

Zhang Shiqian was a little worried. He forgot to bring an umbrella when he went out at noon. Shicheng was like this. The rain fell as soon as it said it would, and it was still sunny at noon.His parents went to grandma's house today, and he won't be back until tomorrow. He doesn't know what to do. Maybe he can run out of the school to take a taxi when the rain is lighter. If he's lucky, he won't get too wet.

After the get out of class bell rang, the students left one after another, and the parents of the students without umbrellas were already waiting downstairs.Zhang Shiqian politely declined a classmate's kindness, it was too late, and the parents would be worried if that classmate returned home late.

That being said, when he walked out of the classroom door, the cold wind mixed with water vapor rushed towards his face, exposing his white and tender forehead, which still gave him goosebumps from the cold.He gathered his clothes tighter and ran downstairs, but there was no one downstairs, and the street lamps that were on were dimly washed by the rain.A thick puddle of water had accumulated under the steps at my feet, and the drain seemed to be blocked by fallen leaves.The rain was so heavy that he couldn't run out, leaving the shelter, and within a few seconds, even his underwear would be soaked.

Zhang Shiqian was a little anxious. He was afraid that he would not be able to get a taxi if it was too late. The location of the school was not busy, and there were very few taxis.Another 10 minutes passed, and it was twenty past nine, so I couldn't control that much.He took off his school uniform jacket and covered his head, thinking that he wouldn't catch a cold if he got wet.Then he ran into the rain wearing his school uniform jacket.

Zhang Shiqian finally arrived. At [-]:[-], he was a little flustered. He knew that Zhang Shiqian must not have left.After closing the car door, he stepped into the water and ran towards the teaching building.

On the way to the traffic jam, he suddenly remembered that the scar on his head was left by the stone steps on the road after he fell down and missed the plastic bottle on the ground because of the heavy rain.Zhang Shiqian's mind was full of the 15-year-old. He held his bleeding forehead, got up from the ground pitifully, staggered in the rain, and finally returned home, but there was no one at home. He treated the wound casually. I took a shower and climbed into bed.As a result, when his parents came back the next day because they couldn’t get through to his phone, they saw that he was lying on the bed close to coma. They were so frightened that they rushed to the hospital. He had a severe cold and the wound was inflamed, and he lay in the hospital for several days.

He didn't want the same thing to happen again.He somewhat regretted why he had to work overtime today to read that damn document. He didn't remember what would happen tonight until he saw the rain getting heavier and heavier when he was stuck in traffic.

He wished he could run faster, faster, faster enough to catch himself as he was about to fall.

But when that figure fell in the rain 50 meters away from him, Zhang Shiqian realized what he had been negligent all along.

He always wanted to do the best of everything he wanted to do in the past, whether it was his parents or his job, but he only forgot to protect himself 15 years ago.