When I was 25 years old, I traveled a lot. Every journey is a lonely rush, lonely through a strange city, life is like a gray painting, lacking color and vitality.
That day, I stepped on the train again, and I didn't know where it was going. I found a corner in the carriage, sat down by the window, pulled out my phone, and began to flip through it casually. The train started slowly, and the scenery outside the window rushed by, but I was absent-minded.
Suddenly, a crisp voice broke my silence: "Excuse me, is there anyone in this seat?" "I looked up and saw a young woman standing in front of me, her eyes flashing with a hint of confusion, her long hair shawl, and a plain dress, giving a fresh and refined feeling.
No, you can sit. I replied politely, but there was a stir in my heart. She sat across from me with a smile, and that smile was like a spring breeze, which made people feel refreshed.
Are you also on a business trip? She spoke suddenly, her voice clear and beautiful.
Yes, what about you? I replied, trying to start a conversation with her.
I'm going to an art exhibition. She said, looking a little proud.
Exhibition? I raised my eyebrows curiously, "You're a painter?" ”
Yes, I am a painter. She nodded, a twinkle of confidence and light in her eyes.
I was captivated by her charm, and our conversation began. Her name is Lin Ya, and she is a young painter who walks freely in the art world. Her words are full of love for life and dedication to art, and every sentence is like a painting, which is intoxicating.
Our conversation went on for a long time, and time seemed to stand still in our conversation. I was fascinated by her, and I couldn't help myself with her beauty, talent, and zest for life.
As the train passes through unfamiliar cities, our hearts are quietly approaching. Her smile became the most beautiful scenery in my heart, and my company seemed to give her a touch of comfort and warmth.
Finally, the train pulled into the station of our destination. I couldn't help but sigh at the passage of time, as if everything had come too fast, and I was about to end before I had time to savor this beautiful encounter.
Thank you for chatting with me. Lin Ya said softly, with a hint of reluctance in her eyes.
I'm glad I met you too. I replied, and an inexplicable feeling of emotion and nostalgia welled up in my heart.
We walked out of the station together and stood on the crowded street, silent as if waiting for something.
Suddenly, she stopped, turned around, and stared at me.
Would you like to come with me to see my exhibition? She asked softly, her eyes glinting with anticipation and unease.
My heart moved, it was an invitation I had never thought of, and a wonderful impulse came over me. I nodded involuntarily, an inexplicable sense of excitement and anticipation welling up in my heart.
So, we walked into the gallery together, where Lin Ya's works were displayed, and each painting was depicted by her with the brushstrokes of her heart, exuding a unique charm and atmosphere. I was deeply moved by those works, as if I saw the persistence and longing in her heart.
Time passed quietly in the gallery, Lin Ya and I admired those wonderful works together, and the distance between us was also unconsciously shortened. Her smile makes my heart flutter, and I want to share more time with her and explore more beauty.
In this way, our acquaintance became acquaintance, and acquaintance quietly turned into love. Every day, I look forward to meeting her, and every moment, I want to share my feelings and feelings with her.
But as time went on, I gradually found myself in a kind of confusion and entanglement. I was an ordinary office worker, but she was a free-spirited artist, and there were so many differences in our lives and values that I began to feel hesitant and helpless.
I tried to communicate with her, to express my concerns and hesitations, but each time I couldn't speak, as if there was an invisible barrier between us, I couldn't let go and be honest.
Gradually, I began to avoid getting along with her, I stopped calling her frequently and no longer took the initiative to ask her out. I wanted to escape the tangles and contradictions in my heart in this way, but I knew that I was just running away from myself.
Until one day, she came to me, and those clear eyes were full of disappointment and confusion.
Did something go wrong between us? She asked, a tremor in her voice.
I was silent for a moment, and finally mustered up the courage to tell her about my hesitation and concern. I told her that I loved her, but I didn't know if there would ever be a future between us.
She listened quietly, a flash of sadness and incomprehension in her eyes.
Maybe we're really not fit together. She whispered, her voice revealing a sense of helplessness and disappointment.
I couldn't answer, I could only watch her leave silently, my heart filled with an inexplicable melancholy and loss.
Since then, I have never seen Lin Ya again, and her figure has gradually faded in my life, but the mark she left behind is deeply engraved in my heart.
I know that I once loved her and was once impressed by her beauty and talent, but I also understand that love is not just a momentary passion and impulse, but requires time and responsibility to precipitate and operate.
I am grateful for this wonderful encounter, for the inspiration and touching she gave me, and although we did not come together in the end, I believe that she will always remain in my memory and become the most beautiful scenery in my life.