On a clear morning in April, I passed a 100% girl in an alley in Harajuku. She is not a pretty girl, nor does she wear any fancy clothes, her hair is in the back, and there are even traces of being squashed by sleep. She is probably close to thirty. But from fifty meters away, I am very sure that she For me, it is a 100% girl. From the moment I saw her shadow, my heart beat irregularly, and my mouth was as hot and thirsty as a desert. Maybe you have a type of girl you like, for example, you say girls with slender calves are good, maybe you have to be girls with pretty fingers, or for some reason, you are always attracted to girls who eat slowly, that's it This kind of feeling. Of course, I also have this kind of preference. When I was dining on the side of the restaurant, I was dumbfounded by the outline of the nose of the girl next to me.

But no one can describe it 100% in detail. What does her nose look like? I absolutely can't remember it. No, I don't even know if she has a nose. Now I can remember, at most It's just: she's not very pretty. That's all. It's kind of weird. "Yesterday I met a 100% girl on the street." I said this to someone. "Oh?" he replied, "Pretty?" "No, not pretty." "So it's your type, right?" "I don't remember that either. I can't remember what the eyes look like, or whether the breasts are big or small.

Come on." "It's so strange." "It's really strange." "So..." he asked a little dryly, "What did you do? Greet her, or follow her from behind?" "Nothing," I said, "just passing by." She walked from east to west, and I walked from west to east. It was a very comfortable April morning. I thought, even thirty minutes would be good, to talk to her. I want to ask about her life experience, and I want to tell him something about me. And, more importantly, I want to unravel the latitude and longitude of fate until we passed each other in the alley in Harajuku in April 1981. That issue must be full of ancient machines that look like peacetime Like a warm secret.

After we talk about this, we'll go somewhere for lunch, maybe even watch a Woody Allen movie, then pass by the hotel bar, have a cocktail or something, and if it goes well, then maybe sleep with her . Possibilities are knocking at the door of my heart. The distance between me and her is only fifteen meters. Next, how should I say hello to her? "Hello! It's only thirty minutes, can you talk to me?" Good donkey! It's like asking for insurance. "Excuse me! Is there a 24-hour laundromat around here?" This is also a donkey! First of all, I didn't carry a bag of things to wash.

Or just bluntly and honestly say, "Hi! You're 100% a girl to me." She probably won't believe this dialogue. And even if she does, she probably doesn't want to talk to me. To you, although I am 100% a girl, to me, you are not 100% boy . she might Said. If things get to this point, then I will definitely become extremely confused. I'm thirty-two, old, and that's what happened. In front of the flower shop, I passed her. A tiny, warm mass of air brushed against my skin. The asphalt was watered, and the fragrance of roses wafted around me. I couldn't even open my mouth to her. She was wearing white. Sweater, holding a white envelope in her right hand that has not yet been stamped. She does not know who to write to? She looks very sleepy, maybe she spent the whole night writing that letter? And the inside of the envelope is probably Are you keeping all her secrets?

When she walked a few steps and looked back, her shadow had disappeared into the crowd. Now of course, I know very well how to speak to her at that time. But no matter what, it will always become a long dialogue, so it must not be very good. Like this, the things I think of are always different. practical. Anyway, the dialogue starts with "Once upon a time" and ends with "Don't you feel sad?" Once upon a time, there was a place where there was a boy and a girl. The boy was eighteen years old, and the girl was sixteen years old. The boy was not very handsome, and the girl was not very beautiful. They were lonely and ordinary boys and girls everywhere. But they all firmly believe that somewhere in this world, there must be a girl and boy who are 100% compatible with themselves.

One day, the two met by chance on a street corner. "It's so strange! I've been looking for you all the time, maybe you won't believe it, but you are 100% a girl to me? What about my son?" said the boy to the girl. The girl said to the boy: "You are a 100% boy to me. Everything is exactly as I imagined. It's like a dream." Two people sat down on a bench in the park, and it seemed that there was something they could never finish talking about. If the conversation continued, the two of them would no longer be alone. What a wonderful thing it is to pursue someone who is 100% and be pursued by someone who is 100% thing!

But a little bit of doubt flashed in the hearts of the two of them, just a little bit -- is it a good thing that dreams are realized so easily? When the conversation was suddenly interrupted, the boy said: "Let's try again. If we are really 100% lovers, we will definitely meet again somewhere in the future, and next time we meet, If we still think each other is 100%, then we will get married right away, what do you think?" "Okay." said the girl. So the two broke up. In fact, to be honest, there is really no need to test: because they are a true 100% couple. And the waves of fate are destined to play tricks on lovers.

One winter, both of them caught the vicious influenza epidemic that year. As a result, they had been struggling on the edge of life and death for several weeks. Their memories of the past had been completely lost. When they woke up, their minds were like teenagers. Era's DH Lawrence's money box is as empty as ever. However, because both of them are smart and patient teenagers and girls, after working hard, they finally gained new knowledge and feelings, and returned to society smoothly. They can also take the subway to change trains, I can also go to the post office to send a limited-time special delivery. And I have experienced 75% love, or 85% love.

In this way, the boy has grown to be thirty-two years old, and the girl is also thirty-two years old. Time has passed by at an astonishing speed. So on a clear morning in April, the teenager passed by in the middle of an alley in Harajuku just to drink a cup of Morning Service coffee, and the faint light of the lost memory flashed in the hearts of the two of them in an instant. She is 100% the girl to me! He is 100% the boy to me! But the light of their memories was too weak, and their voices were no longer as clear as they were fourteen years ago. The two passed by without saying a word, and just disappeared into the crowd.

Don't you feel sad?