I will send the girl away like a plague god, and I will go back on the road.

Looking back on the roar just now, I feel a little ashamed. Isn’t it just a pervert? I am in my thirties, and what’s the point of comparing with a girl? At first, I arbitrarily thought that people wanted to blackmail and wrongly accused the good guy. Although I was angry for ten minutes with the little girl, I still felt a little happy. Or this was the long-lost heartbeat, sweet and soft heartbeat, just like the river water passing through winter, there will always be one or two small waves jumping up by chance, then fall down quickly, and then return to peace.

The car was speeding in the colorful night, and the street lights on both sides kept retreating. Facing the dazzling lights outside the car window, my thoughts kept jumping active and active. The little girl's naughty eyes, petite and plump red lips, and her concave figure kept appearing in front of me... Damn! She said she wasn't a pervert? She wasn't far from the pervert!

"Isn't this girl a foreign language too?" I suddenly remembered several foreign language textbooks she brought. I was not destined to be a girl from the foreign language department, right? I was throbbing, ignited a cigarette, and then fell into deep thought. In the smoke, my thoughts drifted back to my college days...

At that time, I was one of the few "good students" in college. Because my family was poor, it was already very difficult for my parents to support my sister's study with the meager income from the land. I had to avoid the college life like a fire. It was not that I didn't desire it, but that I didn't have the conditions. Facing my classmates who were both good at entering and leaving the campus, I could only restrain my passionate minds, and try my best to read books in the library and study in the study room.

I don't want to increase the burden on my parents. I rely on working to make money by working on my own, and I can send some money to my sister who is in middle school in the county as much as possible. I don't expect her to live like an ordinary flower girl, I just hope she can eat better and dress better.

However, because I am 1.78 meters tall, I am handsome and have a relatively simple temperament. Many female classmates also hinted at me about love, and some publicly teased and pursued me, but I refused them all. Many people think I am a piece of wood that is unfamiliar with charm. In fact, I am not a stern heart. I have long secretly fallen in love with a junior girl named Li Xiaoru. She was a year younger than me and was named a flower in the foreign language department where beautiful women are. Her beautiful face, charming eyes, and devilish figure make me feel moved and helpless every time I see it.

Unfortunately, men are always indispensable to beauties, and the same is true for college. Seeing the angel changing boyfriends in my mind as diligent as changing clothes, I was jealous and hated. Because I love Wu and Wu, I studied foreign languages ​​desperately and had a very outstanding level, especially speaking. Even for foreign language majors, I was probably not as good as me. After graduation, I was able to find a relatively good job and became a deputy supervisor in less than two years. This is also the reason. It can be said that foreign languages ​​are the only benefit brought by my youthful and frivolous emotional impulse when I was in college.

One night in my junior year, an anxious night, I couldn't help it. I put on my best clothes, nervous and excited, and found her like a thief, and plucked up the courage to express my love to my dream lover. Perhaps because of this disaster, I was not only ruthlessly rejected, but also mocked and ridiculed. I don't deny that I am a little inferior, nor do I deny that people are poor and have a short ambition. The so-called gentleman is poor, and money is not omnipotent, but my self-esteem is still hugely hurt.

Her expression and speech at that time deeply hurt me, and I still remember it freshly.

After hearing my stuttering confession, she was stunned at first, then opened her mouth wide and looked at me constantly. She was so surprised that her chin almost fell off. Then she started laughing, covering her stomach and even laughing out of tears.

She pointed at me while laughing and said, "You said... you are chasing me? I heard right? Please take good care of yourself! Look, look, what are you wearing on your body! From head to toe, it's less than a hundred yuan! I didn't expect that a person like you is still a big pervert! I'm so laughing to death! Forget it! You, go. Just think I'm... I heard a funny joke tonight! Oh! I'm so laughing to death! My stomach hurts!" After saying that, I ignored my existence, bent over and wanted to go back to the dormitory.

Each of these words is nailed into my heart one by one like a nail. This feeling is not just a disappointment, nor is it just a huge contrast caused by her character. She can reject my feelings, but cannot insult my personality! Is this the angel I have always secretly liked? Is this my dream lover? I am full of disbelief, shocked! I am stunned! Anger, humiliation, sadness, and disappointment keeps surging, stirring, and surging in my heart.

"Stop it!" I was angry.

Her body was shocked and she turned around foolishly, and was slapped in the face by the irritable rage...

The consequence of this incident was a so-called warning, the kind that was not recorded. My usual "good reputation" in school played an important role because Li Xiaoru was "infamous" in the group. Afterwards, I was indignant and said nothing, but all the leaders and teachers who knew me were both unfair and believed that I must have been treated unfairly.

It must be said that although Li Xiaoru's words were too much, they were not wrong. It was normal for me to look down on me at that time. I was stimulated and was already in a state of rampage. I was very irrational, especially I shouldn't have hit people. But I was too inferior at that time, otherwise I wouldn't have lived in isolation and closed myself. The word "pervert" is very ugly, but I did do stupid things to pursue because I look at others' beauty.

After calming down, I regretted it too. After graduation, I wrote her a text message to apologize, not for anything else, but for a psychological balance. Li Xiaoru didn't reply, and I didn't care, and I didn't expect her to reply. However, after this incident, she also restrained a lot. Perhaps she was warned and found her conscience; or perhaps the boys of Pig realized her face from then on and avoided it. In short, this is a good thing.

This blow made me feel disheartened. I didn't get involved in the love scene for three years after graduating from college, until I got introduced to Yang Qianhui, my current wife.
Chapter completed!