I couldn’t resist writing an old story about myself, to give you all a look at the colorful friends.
I moved away a few years ago, but it’s still hard to forget a young woman who lived across the street from the former neighborhood. The company is a bank employee, said to be good with the president, so the mix can be. Did not talk to her, but because of the front and back of the building, and is directly opposite, so it is inevitable to see some of her actions, feel or more elegant woman, flush hair, head is not very high, is of the voluptuous type, usually occasionally seen below, but also feel very generous, strange, I like to follow from afar to see. Sometimes she will sit downstairs on a stone bench to rest and play with her daughter, I will watch from afar, feeling good. Can’t say why.
It slowly felt like her husband was not always home. But I sometimes feel good because I can look well through the window to see the woman of my choice. Especially in summer, this woman is very frugal, often do not turn on the air conditioning, live on the 5th floor, probably good ventilation, often wearing pajamas running around in the living room, sometimes climbing on the floor to wipe the floor, will reveal shorts and attractive thighs, I’m very impulsive, hate how myopic their eyes, but also moved out of the old telescope, but always feel not very enjoyable. The woman has entered the bedroom, will pull the curtains, I will reverie in what is doing it? Must be naked, right? Oh, anyway, I will think. Also eager to let me look through the curtains, or occasionally a slit or something. Often wait until she turns off the lights.
Later it was said that the line manager had a problem, her status has dropped a lot, the line is quite sidelined, but also once held for her, of course, the heart. Once went to the bank to do a money order, God actually let her receive me, too know that she did not put down to the counter. Let her to me to do things, the heart actually a little nervous. When queuing up, watching her every action, feeling not the usual service is the kindness of others, but some half for her unfair. This time is close to look at her, only to find that she is a little older, some dark circles under the eyes. I really think about it. My turn, it seems she should also have my impression, or to check my ID card, don’t say “you are also this community ah”, days, I immigrants actually did not understand her words, should be some nervous reason plus the reason of the glass, I actually asked her “what “, she said it again in Mandarin, I regret that ah, not to give her embarrassment. I’m not sure if she knows that I’ve been paying attention to her, but if she does, she’ll make a fool of herself today, for God’s sake, what do you think?
Strange, after the bank on purpose often to go, whether there is no matter, like to her that area to go around the next, but actually have not seen her. Later, she disappeared from the district, said to be divorced. And then, I also moved away. And then you can only think about her occasionally. Now write her out, a diary of sorts, a memento. May she be happy every day.
