Ten years ago, Jiali was still a poor student, silent, nerdy, and slow to walk. She was neither ugly nor very beautiful. Like most girls on campus, she wore a thick pair. Glasses.
Jia Li doesn't know how beautiful her eyes are: big, quiet, flexible, and always radiant. Once, a boy told her that there is light in your eyes. Carrie said, who has no light in his eyes? The boy glanced at her and smiled, I mean...in your mind. There is light in your mind.
Jiali was shy for a while, she knew what he was talking about. Jiali is usually unknown and rarely noticeable. She is a mediocre student. She does not spend her energy on school studies, nor does she spend her energy on love and dressing like ordinary girls. All day long, many weird little thoughts and small thoughts will pop up in her mind like bubbles. It is really light, phosphofire blinks deep eyes; it is like the buzzing of mosquitoes, flying Wandering around in her life, she can't drive her away. Sometimes, she seemed to be frightened by these thoughts and thoughts, worried that one day she would be driven by them, and accidentally made some amazing actions; but sometimes, she seemed to be happy and immersed in it. An unparalleled excitement and joy.
For four years in university, Jiali lived a peaceful life. No one knew what she was thinking, and thankfully, she did not do anything ridiculous.
In the fall of the last year of the university, Jiali was assigned to an intermediate court in a neighboring city for an internship. In this short half-year probation period , she fell in love with the chief of her department and had a relationship with him. His surname is Zhang, a wise and capable judge in his thirties, with a family, and the father of an eight-year-old boy. His family doesn't look bad. A group photo of the family of three is pressed under the glass plate of the desk. Sitting on the spring lawn, a middle-aged couple with a child, looking at a place in the void, smiling quietly and reservedly.Carrie was sad for a long time. In this way, Carrie fell into a relationship incorrigibly. She was so clumsy, addicted, sad, and too late to have love experience. There are so many young boys in school, but Carrie can resist these boys. But he couldn't resist such a man. Her desk is right across from him, and sometimes at a certain moment inadvertently, the eyes of the two will collide. Jia Li could hardly look into his eyes, so calm and quiet, he looked younger than his actual age, with a mirror of Xiu Lang, gentle and personable.
One Thursday afternoon, it suddenly started to rain, and everyone in the office went out to handle the case. Only Jiali was left. She was flipping through an old newspaper, and she used her hands to hold her shoulders from time to time. At this moment she heard a voice on the other side saying, cold?
Jiali was not surprised, she smiled generously and calmly at him. He had apparently just returned from the banquet with wet hair and a mixed smell of rain and wine on his body. He stood at the desk and fumbled around, gathered documents, and knocked them on the table. For a moment, his eyes seemed to have glanced at Jiali, and his expression was a bit dazed. He got up and went to get a towel by the washbasin. When he walked to Jiali's side, he stood up again and asked her about work. Carrie propped her elbows on the table, and her arms were as pale as green onions from the thin sweater with open cuff sleeves. She didn't look at him, but she knew that his eyes must fall on her arms, crawling inch by inch like an ant.
Jiali put down her arms and lay them hard on the table. He stepped forward and squeezed the sleeves of her arms and said that she was wearing so little! Jia Li was taken aback, it was all his groan, like biting her earlobe, and gently spitting into the eardrum Breathe.
to be continued
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