He was a few years older, and I was lucky to have met him during this time, maybe it was really fate, because of my own illness, I had never felt more panic and anxiety in my heart.

One day I chatted with him, saying that I didn't want to go home for the New Year, and wanted to travel during the New Year's holiday, because I had never gone out to play, and I hadn't seen the outside world.

And his answer is true: you are running away, but it is useless, sooner or later they will know.

I was speechless for a while, I didn't know how to answer him, and after a few seconds of silence, I said: Indeed, I just want to escape, in my previous life, I hid a secret in my heart, lived for so many years, and then I couldn't hold on, and I made that secret public, so I lived happily, but now there is another secret, a secret that cannot be said, how do I live, and there is nothing wrong with me escaping.

Sometimes he is too mature and sees through my tricks at a glance, and I can't do anything, no matter how good the disguise is, it will be recognized, but he is also very charming, because in front of him I know that I don't need to hide anything, I can communicate very casually, because he can basically get what he wants through communication, but I have no intention of hiding anything, so I am still chatting.

His maturity lies in seeing clearly, thinking clearly, and doing clearly.

From the content of his words and some of his actions, I can also feel some of his thoughts, he is also anxious, because because of my business, he likes my character, I also like his character, and we have more than once regretted that we did not meet earlier.

But he was anxious about how to continue talking, I didn't think I could be pure enough to be friends, and our personalities were very similar, focused and unique, he couldn't go to someone else when he was talking to me, and I was the same.

But the problem is that I am sick, and I feel like I have a * tied to my body, which can explode at any time, and he is very likely to be affected, and more importantly, how will he live well after I leave.

I pointed out such a problem, and took the opportunity to give him a reason to speak, which we tentatively determined was: God Friendship.

It's true that the two of us just talk on the phone often, although they are not far apart, but they have never met, not because they don't want to, but because they don't dare to think about it.

Of course, here, it's more of a little inferiority complex on my part, if I hadn't gotten sick, I thought I might have asked to see him very publicly, if he wasn't my ideal type, then maybe I would have ignored him, but now I don't have any rights, and I have to see him if he doesn't see me.

But even if it's a divine relationship, I can still feel his mature charm of taking points, although many times his words are full of the essence of life, making people feel the cruelty of reality, but I have to say that I like this kind of person who can see clearly.