Friend, the word, has always been strange and familiar to me. When I was in the third or fourth grade of elementary school, I didn't have much concept of my friends.

By the time I was in sixth grade, I had a friend who was also named Wei. I was very impressed that when I was being bullied, it was he who came out in time to help me. For the first time, I realized the importance of friends and felt the warmth of friends for the first time.

However, after graduating from primary school, we never kept in touch again. To this day, I have never forgotten him. He has forgotten about me.

In junior high school, I had two more friends. One of the best was transferred before the third year of junior high school, and the second one, after graduation, went to the sixth middle school, and there was no news as soon as he went. Even when I talk to them on QQ, they never give a reply.

In high school, I had another friend. Jay is my tablemate. He's a very cheerful guy who can get along with people all the time, and I'm very happy to be at his table. Being at the same table with him is the best way to lead me out of introversion.

It's a pity that I have only been at the same table with him for two years, and my senior year of high school was separated. I regarded him as my first true friend, because others had forgotten me, and others didn't know what was on my mind, only Jay had read some of my articles, and only he had been to my house as a guest.

Ever since I became two classes with him, the distance between him and me has been invisibly widened.

He also took care of chatting with his new classmates and friends, and no longer took the initiative to talk to me. To be honest, I'm quite disappointed.

He almost forgot about me, of course, I knew he hadn't forgotten me, at least in the dormitory when he was going to Dajie, and would come to my dorm room and ask me for a napkin. That's enough. I'm still happy because he still reassures me, but I remember it less often.

I'm afraid the only connection between me and him is the pack of napkins. I just hope he really remembered me.

There are three kinds of friends, one is ordinary friends, that is, ordinary classmates, the second is true friends, this kind of friends can confide in their sincerity, they can help you immediately when there is a difficulty or need, and the third is a confidant, which is the highest level, and the two have a heart and mind with each other.

In the past three years of high school, I also met seven girls: Shu, Yan, Shi, Xiao, Chen, Xu, and Li.

is the only one who can be regarded as true friends, but there are only Shu and Yan.

Of course, after Shu and Yan broke off their friendship with me, Chen became my true friend. It can be regarded as a gain and a loss. Classmate Chen is a bit nasty when he says this, so let's call her Lu.

Through the exchange, I found out that Lu is a kind-hearted person, at least she won't delete people without saying a word, and she won't be unresponsive. To thank her for being one of my true friends, I promised to come back every Saturday and say goodnight to her on time.

Because I think it's a basic expression of friendship between true friends. This can help to maintain the longevity of the heart. This is very important.

In the days when there were no Shu and Yan, I always felt that something was missing, it was a kind of confused, slightly bitter and dull feeling. I thought I could forget about them—since they didn't see me as a true friend, I didn't have to take them to heart. That's my principle.

But in fact, I can't forget them, and their shadows often come to my mind, in front of my eyes. However, every time I put others in my heart, and others never put me in my heart. So I'm the only one who was really hurt.

Just one article was enough for them to remove me from my friends without saying a word, and their encouragement and comfort to me in the past seemed to be a joke. To sum it up in one sentence, I'm too self-inflicted.

I don't want to say anything more about this, I will always remember the happiness they gave me, and I will try my best to forget the pain they gave me.

The other night, I finished reading an inspirational book about 24 revelations from Harvard. I benefited a lot from reading it, and I suddenly felt the urge to take the book to Yan and share it with her.

Maybe it's because Yan is the best and most serious student in the class, so I want to show her and make her better.

As it turned out, I still had a ridiculous anticipation that this book would ease my relationship with her. I lay on the bed in the dormitory, tossing and turning, thinking for a long time—because I knew that Yishu's character would not have the patience to read such a book, so I planned to give it to Yan.

I thought of all kinds of possibilities: if I showed it to her when no one was around, she would be surprised and ask me why I wanted to show her this book, and I think my answer was that I didn't know either, so don't give it back to me until I've finished it.

This is a relatively good ending, but a little worse, that is, she rejected me, and she didn't want to see it. That's what I'm most afraid of, because it will embarrass me, what's the difference between that and going up to the bottom of the house and finding it unpleasant?

Then I thought, maybe I can put the book in her desk drawer when no one is around, and write on the first page: Please don't talk, read quietly, and don't ask me why I borrowed this book, because I don't know, and you don't have to give it back to me until I've finished it.

If you don't want to see it, it means that in your eyes I am already a wicked person, and it is impossible for us to be friends anymore. Then please return the book to me immediately. Wei Wencang.

It was probably a better idea, and I was secretly glad I could come up with it, but soon I wasn't happy again. What if she didn't see the first page? What if she showed it to someone else? What if it got too big? I just wanted to be friends with her! I couldn't sleep all night.

The next morning, I went to the cafeteria early for breakfast. There weren't a few people in the crowd, so I ate for a while and was surprised to find that Xiao was also here.

She finished ordering and sat on the side, as if she didn't see me. My mind turned, and my heart beat violently, it was better than-

Instead of renewing the tentacle friendship with Yan, it is better to deepen the friendship with Xiao, and now is the opportunity!

I made sure she was Xiao behind her back, and I mustered up the courage to hand her the book. Things went very well, Xiao accepted the motivational letter, and I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After thinking about it, I figured it out. Even if I re-animate Yan, she will definitely have a pimple in her heart afterwards, at most, she will break the thread. When I get to college, the distance between her and me will definitely be widened again, and I will become a netizen who does not communicate with each other again, so why bother? Everything has become in vain.

Here, I would like to mention one person in particular. She is one of my netizens. Let's call her Lin for the time being. We met by accident.

After chatting and chatting, they became friends, and although they were friends who could not meet each other, I could find from the conversation for more than a year that she cared about me.

She was the only one who took the initiative to say hello to me on QQ, and the only one who took the initiative to chat with me. I persevered with her from the summer vacation of my freshman year of high school to the present, and I believe that she and I can still go on. If she does not leave, I will not forsake her. I longed for the day when I could become a confidant with her.

Who said that if you don't meet, you can't be true friends? Who says you can't become a confidant if you don't meet? I believe that as long as both parties are honest and sincere, no matter how far away they are, they can eventually give people a perfect answer.

The irony is that people close to me don't care about me, but people who are thousands of miles away can always care about me - Lin has a true friend who can't be seen.

In addition to sighing, I can only cherish this hard-won friendship to respond to her. Maybe one day, I will be able to meet her?

There are two kinds of people in the world. A type of person who is good at communicating with others, but never talks to introverts. The blood of such a man is hot, and his heart is cold.

In his subconscious, there is a kind of indifference mentality that he doesn't say anything, I won't say it. A kind of person who can't speak, or doesn't communicate with others, this is the tendency of his personality, and he can change in an instant, although he doesn't speak, he always pays attention to the person who speaks, envy, and longs to chat with them, his blood is cold, but his heart is hot.

Perhaps there is also a rare kind of person who can get along with extroverts and introverts and figure out their hearts and minds as true friends, then his heart is hot, and his blood is hot. Only such a person can be regarded as a truly perfect person.

Society, the most lacking is such people. They are often the accompanying spokespersons of positive energy.

Xiao, Lu, Lin, I am such a perfect person in my eyes. What if you don't get good grades, and what if you don't get into a good university?

I swear that even if they are in a bad situation in the future, if they are really in great difficulty, if I have the ability to help them, I will do everything I can, if not, I will be crushed.

Are you a perfect person?

Diary of January 17, 2016