What kind of experience is love at first sight on the journey?

Speaking of which, there is one thing I really can't forget.

About ten years ago, I was on the train from Guangzhou to Korla. She got on the bus from Guangzhou to Korla, and I got on the bus from Xi 'an to Lanzhou. I have been standing in the smoking section of the train because Xi 'an didn't buy a ticket. I didn't expect to meet her at that time, and there were two younger brothers in the tobacco-growing area who came back from other places to work in Tianshui. We talked for a long time. Then she came from the carriage with a cigarette and stood opposite me, smoking a cigarette. I didn't care then either. After she left, the two little brothers joked to see who could get the girl. I listen to it as a joke. She is really a heavy smoker, or she may smoke more at night and smoke three cigarettes an hour. When she smoked the third cigarette, we started talking. At this time, Tianshui's two little brothers lined up to go to the toilet. We talked a few words, and she finished smoking and went back. I forgot which station it was. Someone got off. Few people get on the bus from this station. So there is a lot of space in the carriage. I was still wondering where to take my place, when she came running, took my hand and sat opposite Tianshui's two little brothers with frightened eyes. Then I started chatting and playing games with her and her classmates. Then I went to smoke with her. I remember very clearly that she smoked 520 and I smoked Marlboro. In the era when foreign cigarettes were not popular, we were predestined friends. Later, after midnight, we kissed in the carriage, and then it was gone. She has been urging me to visit Korla. My destination at that time was Lanzhou, and I insisted on going to Lanzhou without knowing what I thought. She walked me out of the car after I got off, and then we hugged for three minutes. I can feel that she is not fooling around. That feeling is very tangled and very happy. We left each other telephone numbers. But then I lost my cell phone and lost contact. After that, I have been searching for her name from the Internet, hoping to find clues and establish contact, but ten years later, she may have forgotten the boy she met on the train that year. Love at first sight? There are surprises and sweetness. When you miss it, it will be like a slowly passing train, regretful and beautiful.