? She lives in the building across the street from me, and there is a street between our two houses.
? I often saw her at the window.
? Sometimes she was drying her clothes, sometimes she stood by the window, looking out with her headphones on. I didn't know what she was looking at, but looking at her from afar, I thought she was so pretty.
? She likes white, sunshine outside whether it is a bra, panties or clothes, I have seen the most is white.
? Her desk would have been by the window so I could often see her, only a head and shoulders could be seen, and I guessed she might be sitting at her desk reading a book, watching a show, or putting on her makeup for a date out.
? I don't think she has a boyfriend.
? I often stand by the window and watch her, and I don't see any guys dropping her off, so I'm guessing that.
? My work is very free, I don't need to go to the company, I can do it at home, so I often stand by the window to watch, sometimes, I will pretend to be a commuter, and follow her to the subway station, in fact, just to see her closer.
? She would leave the house at 8:00 on the dot, and I would buckle down and stay a little later than her so I could walk behind her and watch her.
? She didn't even notice me because she always left the house with her headphones plugged in, and I was guessing what song she liked to listen to.
? I wanted to hear her song list so badly.
? She's always home on time, usually at seven she's there.
? When she gets to her room, she'll start by pulling back the curtains and pulling open the window to air out the room.
? I couldn't see her very well, and I even thought about going online to buy a set of binoculars, I wanted so much to know what she did in her room every day.
? Today she never came back, her room was dark all the time, I walked around the room anxiously, where did she go, why isn't she back yet.
? It was about ten o'clock when I saw a man and a woman coming down the aisle, I was familiar with her silhouette and even though she was downstairs and I was on the 4th floor, I knew it was her.
? They walked downstairs hand in hand, hugged each other, let go of each other, she swiped her access card, pulled the door card, waved towards him, she walked into the door, and then burst out again, hugged him, I couldn't hear what they were saying, probably clinging words of love.
? Honestly, I'm jealous.
? I hated that she was hugging him, I hated that she was hugging another man, and I wanted, so badly, for it to be me who was being hugged by her.
? She took the garbage bags from her room with her out of the house, and today, I didn't follow her to work.
? I saw her throw the garbage bag into the dumpster and watched as she got farther and farther away.
? The first time I did this kind of thing, I was a little nervous, I looked left and right, a commuter came by, I pretended to squat down to tie my shoes, the afterglow saw him walking towards the main road, I looked around, no one was there, lifted up the garbage bag that she threw, and walked towards home.
? My heart was beating fast and I couldn't stop looking around, y afraid that someone in the distance would see my behavior and see through what I had in mind.
? I walked home and closed the door. I was glad that no one saw me "steal" her trash.
? I dumped the contents of the garbage bag on the ground, there is a hole in the stockings, with an old toothbrush, and a lot of used paper towels, as well as plastic bags, I was like a treasure, the stockings out of her walking is probably not easy, the thumbs of the heavier force, the stockings in the position of the thumb was worn especially thin, a worn hole.
? She doesn't take out the trash every day, the mornings she doesn't take out the trash, I silently follow her to the subway station and watch her from behind, I secretly took a lot of pictures of her, she would wear different clothes every day, mostly jeans or small skirts, she looks especially gentle, she doesn't like to wear high heels, I'm guessing, because she almost always wears sneakers or canvas shoes.
? I wash out her photos and make albums, when I can't see her, I flip through the albums, but the photos are almost always backs and sides, because I'm stealing photos, I'm afraid she'll find out, so I'm always careful.
? Today, she didn't take out the garbage, I followed her as usual, she was wearing a plaid dress today, especially gentle, my heart kept pounding.
? She's in trouble, rummaging through her backpack at the subway gates, and I'm guessing she might have dropped her transit card.
? I tossed my own transit card behind her in an offhand manner and walked away as she finished rummaging through her bag and started looking around to see if she'd dropped it on the floor.
? A little kid picks up the transit card on the floor and asks in a milky voice, "Sister, is this yours?"
? Surprised, a smile flooded the corners of her eyes as she said thank you, then took out a lollipop and gave it to the little kid as a thank you.
? I watched them from a distance, that candy, should have been mine.
? Recently, she began to run at night, I see that she is well-equipped, but also specially bought a watch to measure the heart rate, I'm a little worried about her, there is a lot of negative news about night running, she is so good-looking, what if she meets a bad guy.
? I haven't exercised in a long time, but I'm worried about her.
? I run behind her silently, controlling a distance.
She usually runs for half an hour, next to the neighborhood is a river, the river is flat concrete, there are old ladies will be square dancing there.
? Recently, because of running, I fall asleep very quickly, will no longer think a lot about her before going to bed can not sleep, I always dream of her, dream of her smile at me, dream of me holding her in my arms, dream, she is mine.
? Today she came down with a bag of garbage and I have stopped panicking, have learned how to pick up the bag quickly and recognize the quick path to the house.
? Inside there is a takeout box, she should not eat spicy, because every time the business sent chili sauce, will be her original thrown away, she likes to eat sweets, because she often order milk tea, but she is probably afraid of fat, so always order 5 points sweet, her last name is Chen, if she did not write a fake last name, she wears 36 size shoes, 75B bra, every month on the 12th to aunt, each time to come for 6 days. She is not a person who will spend money recklessly, because she will not order takeout more than 25 yuan each time, there are red packets full of discounts, each time the things that are thrown away can not be used again, may also be because I like her, so, she is in my heart is a gentle and thrifty good girl.
? I like her so much and want to know more about her.
? I dreamed of her last night, I especially want to see her today, especially especially want to see her, I followed her all the way to the subway station, and then still not satisfied, I followed her into the station again, stood in front of the same car and so on, and I caught a glimpse of her chatting on WeChat.
? The morning rush hour is a lot of people, the carriage was crowded, she stood in the small corner by the door to move, I deliberately moved to her side, pretending to be squeezed over. I stood on the outside of her, using my own back against the force of the crowd pressing down on us, I nestled one hand against the rail and one against the wall, she seemed to be encircled by me in my arms, I could smell her scent, she had sprayed perfume.
? It was the closest we'd ever been, so close that I could feel her breath.
? That boy always comes back with him lately, don't you have to go home from work, why do you send her home every day, I hate him.
? What angers me the most is that I saw her take him upstairs.
? When she got to her room, she closed the curtains.
? I stood by the window, unable to see the state of her room, suddenly so distraught that she seemed to be out of my grasp.
? That night, the boy did not come out, he spent the night at her house.
? The next day they came out holding hands and the boy had a bag of garbage in his hand.
? As soon as they left, I took the trash home.
? When I saw what was inside, I thought I was going to choke.
? The messy garbage, and the prickly, dried condoms and bags, they had sex, and the girl I loved, didn't belong to me, belonged to someone else.
? I think she has someone she likes, and it's time for me to give up on her, even though I never had her.
? They lived together, that day I watched her and the boy directing the movers to move things, there was a sofa, there was Simmons, probably the original bed was too small enough for two people to sleep on it, I imagined them lying on the same bed, he took her in his arms, the heart is really hard.
? They always go out to work together, she is no longer plugged into the headphones to listen to the song, she always hangs on him, as if he will not walk, once in the neighborhood door to meet them, she held the boy's arm, the smile on his face is I have never seen, so bright, so sweet, the woman in love, like a dazzling light, so that I can not move out of the eye, and so good-looking, and now she is the boy to create.
? I'm really jealous and envious.
? Their garbage became once a day, two people living together, the amount of garbage increased, they often had sex, the frequency was once a day to once in two days, young, just living together, the joy of love increased desire.
? He will smoke, but should not smoke much, about three or four days a pack, he smokes Liqun, but recently switched to Furong Wang.
? They've recently started cooking, they like chicken wings, and almost every time they trash there are chicken bones, but there are no more condoms in the trash bag.
? Yesterday they didn't go to work together, I thought it was a fluke, however today she left alone as well, and she plugged in her headphones to listen to music again.
? I think they probably had a fight.
? She didn't come back this week, I stood by the window every day and watched, the light in her room was dimmed, and the boy didn't come back, I guessed they went on vacation.
? In the morning I went to take out the garbage, a cab pulled up under her house, the boy helped her down, I looked at her from a distance, I could feel her weakness, she was pale, the boy assisted her with a big bag.
? Is she sick, I was worried.
? The curtains in her room were closed all the time, I could not see what was going on inside.
? She hasn't been going to work since they came back, and every morning the boy goes to work alone.
? She recently had an aunt, a particularly long time, a week is not good, the boy recently a little addicted to cigarettes, from three or four days a pack of cigarettes to a pack a day.
? Recently they are making soup, the party ginseng and chicken soup is made especially often, so nutritious soup, it is a great tonic.
? After about half a month, I finally met her, she looks so thin, as if the wind can blow her away, I think she is not happy, that good to see the glowing girl, as if suddenly be extinguished.
? There were no more cigarette butts or empty boxes of cigarettes in their trash, and I didn't see him again, so I guess they broke up.
? I guessed right, and one weekend morning the boy came downstairs to her in a cab, and then made several trips up and down the stairs, pulling away suitcases, and large woven bags.
? I saw her standing right by the window, the curtains not drawn all the way back, just missing a corner, and she stared downstairs at him, watching him carry all the bags to the car, and then walk away.
? I couldn't see her face exactly, but my guess is that her eyes were red and she was crying.
? She started to go to work alone again, and go home alone, only early fall, but she has already dressed very thick, while walking also from time to time to shrink her neck, she seems to be unusually afraid of the cold.
? In the morning, I followed her as usual, I began to see that she was not right, she was pale, bloodless, walking, unsteady footsteps, I do not feel at ease, followed her into the subway station, followed her to change, in the escalator, I specially small steps behind her, she first shook, and the person fell backward, fortunately, I can see that she is not right, holding the handrail, to catch her, she was dazed by me to support the waiting bench, next to me. to the waiting bench, next to the aunts gathered over.
? "Little girl is not did not eat breakfast, anemia, right."
? "So thin little girl oh, looks like the wind blowing will be scraped away."
? "The young man is good-hearted Oh, I look at him Oh, do not move too fast, hold the girl Oh, or if you roll down, serious Oh."
? The aunts spoke in tongues.
? I have a piece of chocolate in my pocket that I got from the store yesterday.
? I broke it into small pieces and fed it to her mouth.
? After a moment's reprieve, she probably recovered, though her lips were still as pale as ever.
? She opened her eyes, and the aunts clapped happily, and then one by one, they told her about my "accomplishments".
? She thanked me and said that I had saved her life by helping her.
? She said she had to go to work and I gave her all the rest of the chocolates and told her to make sure she ate them all and refueled.
? She smiled gently and said thank you so much to me.
? I watched her get into the car and it warmed my heart.
? Is she to me, have made an impression.
? Later in the neighborhood we met a few times, she recognized me, and I thanked, and invited me to dinner, said in order to repay me.
? I gladly accepted her invitation.
? I thought I would be constrained talking to her face to face, however I wasn't, she was a very gentle girl and not at all pressurized.
? When ordering, she let me pick, just order and she made sure to thank me.
? I took the menu, looked at the list, and picked one by one.
? "You can't eat spicy food, so this isn't suitable, you like chicken wings, this one has great braised chicken wings."
? "You recently had your period, don't drink cold ones, have some brown sugar and red date soup."
? I chanted as I chose.
? I asked the waitress to come and place the order, and after everything was done, I looked over at her and realized she had been looking at me.
? "How do you know all this, my preferences, my physiology." She exuded a detached distance all over her body.
? I was stumped for words.
? How could I tell her that, personally, I knew her very well.
? "You just looked at the menu, subconsciously to that chicken wings there, more than a glance, other dishes, you just had a sweep, see chopped pepper fish head when you said this is too spicy, I think you should not be very spicy, or will not subconsciously first to say to the spicy but the dish whether it is tasty, you just went to the bathroom when you took a small cloth bag, I ex-girlfriend had it too, it's for tampons I think."
? I watch her eyes change from amazement to admiration.
? "Are you studying psychology?"
? "No, just subconsciously will watch each other." I'm rambling.
? "Then you must be an exceptionally caring person."
? She looks at me and softens her eyes a few more times.
? That day, we talked a lot, from horoscopes to psychology, from Keigo Higashino to Junichi Watanabe, I think I like the girl, really good heartwarming, and she was so happy to talk to her, we are very close.
? Later she also invited me to her home as a guest, she is a one-room household, decorated very neatly, she also has a cat, a stray cat she picked up in the neighborhood, always lying lazily on the sofa.
? She said she was happy to know me, and I felt so happy to meet her.
? One day she and I said her keys fell, I accompanied her to the place where she walked to look for a long time did not find, we went back to her home, continue to look for, look for a long time did not find, when she was ready to call a locksmith to put a lock, I found the string of keys in the cat's nest, she said that I am a friend is really good, and always help her to solve a lot of problems, and I'm very happy to be able to help her.
? I came home at night and looked at my newly minted keys on the table and smiled.
? Looks like I won't have to go through her trash anymore.