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When I was sixteen years old, I traveled to Guangdong with my mother and aunt.
I met a boy on the train. He looked like he was in his early twenties. The boy was wearing a hat and headphones, leaning against the window, listening to music, and bathing in the spring sunshine.
Sitting on the upper bunk, I was just about to take a secret photo, but I didn't know when he raised his eyes and caught my gaze. I looked away and pretended to play with my phone, but an unknown enthusiasm surged in my heart.
"Sister, it's not good to take secret photos."
"I know, I'm sorry."
Being taught by him verbally, I quickly lowered my head and my ears turned red.
The train traveled very fast. When I arrived in Guangdong on the third night, I struggled for a long time but still didn't have the courage to ask for his contact information.
We walked back to back, and I didn't dare to say hello or look back.
We met for three days, and he didn't know my name, and I didn't know his name. It's a normal thing, but it still makes me cry.
Trains, teenagers, candid shots, secret joy, throbbing, and love.
On that day, he was in front of me, neither close nor far away. I looked out the window, and my heart was pounding and I said, I like him.
It was just three days of continuous rain that covered up the fact that I liked his voice.
"It's still raining"
"Like talking"
Intention: Can you hear me?
