The intersection is busy with traffic.
He felt tired, his mind was empty, and he was unconsciously observing the things around him. Unconsciously, his eyes fell on the girl half a step away.
She was wearing headphones, holding on to the shoulder straps of her schoolbag with both hands, and was humming in a good mood. The lyrics he muttered were sticky and hard to hear clearly.
"Ding ding ding——"
The seconds at the red light were counting down, and the bicycle behind me was already ringing the bell in a hurry. He stepped aside half a step; the bicycle immediately came forward, filling the gap between him and the girl.
The first second the red light turned into yellow, the girl changed her stance. At the same moment, the bicycle owner started to take off.
Danger, danger, danger.
He stretched out his hand to stop it, but it was a second too late.
The bicycle passed by the girl's side, and the handlebar hooked the girl's headphone cable.
Fortunately, there were no casualties.
A small white handheld player fell on the ground, and the song the girl was humming came from the player.
"The trajectories change and angles intersect, and the lonely city tangos again."
Over the years, during the thousands of days and nights they were separated, he thought of this scene countless times, and tried to describe the weather, road conditions, lighting and her expression in his diary.
But everything is so difficult to replicate.
Later, he couldn't even remember his mental activities when he first met her.
Just remember the red light.
I still remember that I wrote a sour sentence in my diary.
——Maybe we are not traveling together, but we just happen to be waiting at a red light.
Intention: The right person will stand in your future