1 The indicator needle of the oil tank suddenly dropped to zero, and the young man driving the sports car complained that the car had too much appetite for gasoline consumption. "Be careful not to run out of oil again." The girl (about twenty-two years old) sitting next to me reminded me, and mentioned that they had similar situations several times before. The lad said he didn't care, because he always had adventures when he went out with her. The girl disagrees.She said that whenever she ran out of gas on the highway, she was the only one taking the risk.The lad ducked aside, and she had to use her looks to hitch a ride to the nearest gas station, pick up a bucket of gas, and ride back.

The boy asked the girl if the drivers would not give her a ride, because she spoke as if it was a difficult matter. She replied (with unsophisticated flirting) that sometimes they were intimate, but she had to leave with the gasoline can before things got any better. "Pigs," said the boy. The girl retorted that she was not a pig, but he really was. God knows how many girls hitchhiked when he was driving alone on the highway!The sports car was speeding, and the young man put his arm on the girl's shoulder and kissed her forehead lightly. The young man knew she loved him, so he became jealous.Jealousy is not a good thing, but as long as it is not excessive (as long as it is restrained), there is something pleasing about it besides annoying.At least the lad thinks so.Because he is only twenty-eight years old, but he considers himself a veteran in the field of love, and he knows everything about women.

There was a purity in the girl beside him that was lacking in the women he had met hitherto. The cylinder is running out of oil.Just then the lad saw a sign pointing to a gas station a quarter of a mile ahead. The girl was relieved, and the car finally turned left and drove to the oil pump.The young man stopped not far from the oil pump, and the huge oil truck in front was pumping oil to the oil pump. "We have to wait." The boy said to the girl, and got out of the car door. "How long do we have to wait?" he called to the man in overalls. "It will be fine in a while." The tube replied cheeringly.

"I'm tired of hearing that." He said as he wanted to get back into the car, but he saw the girl got out of the car from the other side. "I'll take this time to go for a walk," she said. "Where are you going?" the boy deliberately asked, waiting to see the girl's embarrassment. They had known each other for nearly a year, and she had always been shy around him.He liked her shyness because she was different from the women he had met before, and also because he realized that life was short and his girlfriend's shyness was a blessing from heaven.

2 The girl really didn't like taking a long-distance bus (the boy was willing to drive for hours without a break), so she had to beg him to drive to a nearby woods to rest.She got a little annoyed every time the lad asked why he should stop, knowingly.She knew her shyness was ridiculous, like a prim old girl.Many times at work, she found that her colleagues laughed at her for this, and often deliberately teased her.But the more afraid of being shy, the easier it is to be shy. She often aspires to be as generous and relaxed as most of the women around her.She even took a special course in building her confidence: She kept convincing herself that each human life was born as one of countless bodies, like being assigned a room among countless rooms in a grand hotel.In short, everyone is a kind of accidental existence, he is just a ready-made and borrowed object.That being said, she just couldn't really experience it.For her, ideas and flesh are always two layers of skin.

She is too caught up in the skin of the flesh; that is why she is often anxious. She was experiencing the same apprehension in her own relationship with the young man. She had known him for a year and was very happy. Perhaps it was because he would never separate her body and soul that she could entrust her to her for the rest of her life.They did get along very happily during this period of time, but the girl also sensed the hidden worries behind it.She used to think, for example, that other women (those who were not afraid) were more attractive and attractive, and the young man confessed openly that he knew such women and that he might one day abandon her for one of them. (Actually, the young man keeps declaring that he's sick of those women, but she knows he's not as mature as he thinks he is.) She wants to have him all and give herself to him, but she always feels , the more she wants to dedicate everything to him, the more she will deprive him of some things, especially the taste of love that is played or tasted.It annoyed her that she couldn't get the perfect combination of seriousness and lightheartedness.

Now, those worries are forgotten.She is very happy.It was, after all, the first day of their vacation (she'd been looking forward to it all year for the two weeks off).The sky was blue (she'd been worried about the weather all year long) and he was by her side. "He asked: "Where are you going? " She blushed and got out of the car silently.She was walking near the gas station, which was near the highway, alone, surrounded by fields.Another hundred yards or so was a forest (directly ahead of where they were going to pass).She went into the woods and hid herself in a bush, feeling very happy. (She derives her greatest pleasure from her Prince Charming when she is alone. If Prince Charming does appear, all is lost. Only when she is alone can she capture the sweet dream.)

She came out of the woods onto the road and could see the gas station again.The big oil truck has run out of fuel, and the small sports car moves to the red oil pump.The girl walked along the road, looking back from time to time to see if the small sports car was following.When she finally saw it, she stopped and waved like a hitchhiker trying to pick up a stranger's car.The small sports car slowed down slowly and stopped beside the girl.The young man shook down the glass, smiled and asked: "Where are you going, miss?" "Are you on your way, Bastrisha?" asked the girl, flirting at him with a smile.

"Of course you are on the way, please get in the car!" The young man said and opened the car door.The girl got into the car, and the small sports car left in a hurry