【Retelling】+〖Fiction〗Dark horse, do you still love me?

(Disclaimer: After listening to Heima Sang telling his tragic story, I felt that there was something that could be turned into literature, so I wrote it down impromptu. The content came from Heima Sang, but I actually made some changes and everything became fictional. If Heima Sang minds, please contact me and I will delete the post immediately.) ( The underlined parts are used to replace spaces.)
____ "I have always been interested in a handsome male colleague who works in the same factory... When I go to work, he sits opposite me. When he works, he sits quietly because he is close to the window, and the wind blows in from time to time, and a trace of hair beside his eyes will flutter slightly. It's a very soft feeling. At first, this is what attracted my attention. The sunset always shines on the windowsill at sunset. I like to look at it when I'm working. I always notice him. A strong figure with shadows in the afterglow. I always feel that he is a little lazy. However, when I think this is the case, he will occasionally turn around. Although I don't know where he is looking, I know that I am looking at the faint smile on his face..."
____Looking at the intoxicated look on his best friend's face, Little M (a fictional character), a good friend, smacked his lips, reached out and waved his hand in front of her eyes: "Are you thinking about it? That kind of satisfaction is reflected on your face! , I think you want to get married as soon as possible."
____"How can I admit that I like him? Really, I just have feelings for him suddenly..." She closed her mouth and turned into a mocking one. Now that you have a ‘boyfriend', how can you have so much time to think about so much?”
____“You don't know what you are thinking about. Is that your ‘boyfriend'? He didn't even confess to you. You just tried to encourage him from a poor family to finish the university he finally got into, and you just said that you would wait for him. It's just unrequited love for that stupid boy. Have you ever really liked him? You just sympathize with him!"
____"You don't need to react so much, right? You don't understand that if I don't give him hope, he will give up his great future because of me, who is irrelevant to his life. He will naturally meet a girl who really likes him. He will naturally forget the childish agreement he made before..."
____"When did you listen to the warning I said? Oh, forget it, you are not young anymore, you still think you are the gorgeous school beauty back then? If you don't take the initiative, no one will want you!" Little M said, pinching her face and pouting.
____ "Are you more anxious than me? Are you interested in him too? Haha~ Got it, I'll test him..."
____ "What are you talking about? Looking for death? Look at my tickling skills..."
____ The next day, she looked out the window at the same time every day, and still saw the familiar figure. This time, she wasn't sitting still. She walked gently to his side, and now whispered from behind him: "The sunset is really beautiful... Hey, why do you like to see it too?" His focused eyes were deflected: "Well. You also noticed that there is light from the sunset here? You must love the sunset, right?" She moved her gaze down and happened to meet his gaze, and his eyes were illuminated by the sunset with a soft light. Uh... the feeling before? "Yes, when I was in my hometown, I liked to run up the mountain to watch the sunset alone. I almost forgot to eat many times and was scolded by my mother, haha." His eyes were always on her face, "Everything under the sunset is so beautiful..." She was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Yeah. Then why do you love the sunset?" "Because she gave me the feeling of being in love... like a dream..." She saw him smiling again, and she stopped talking. Everything is beautiful under the sunset. She pursed her lips and said again: "What's your name?I've been talking to you for so long and haven't said hello. I'm sorry. My name is XX (X)." He turned to face her and answered her with his still soft smile: "Me, just call me 'Dark Horse'. "Dark horse?" Haha, what a unique name. Since we can talk, it's not good to stand in front of the window all the time when working. How about if you are free during the holidays, make an appointment to come out and let's discuss the sunset? "She responded with the same smile as before. They looked at each other, bathing in the soft sunset. (To be completed... Waiting for the opinions of the original experiencers, either Heima Sang is like a eunuch, or the story continues to develop to the final tragic ending...) Here, I deeply sympathize with Heima Sang. This story is just for Heima Sang to seek some spiritual comfort. No prank content.
————————Cui Sheng.