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Today, I walked with Wang only by the river, talked about some past events, and sent a text message to my best friend in junior high school. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Some friends may really disappear in life, I want to have a chance to be friends for another minute, say goodbye, and say goodbye to him, hey, we won't contact again in the future, I wish you a smooth journey! But many times, we really don't even have such an opportunity, and we don't feel it unconsciously, just like that text message, when you ask him when he is not there, he only replies with a "in" word, when you say you want to go to him, he doesn't reply, you know that he is "in" The word is the last word you can hear him say to you. If you think about it carefully, this is really a simple and profound word, and many times the state of our life can be summed up by the word "in", are we dead? No, we are still alive, are we living a wonderful life? It doesn't seem to be, it's just in a state of being alive, and it's not wonderful if it's not dead. When you're long, long, and say to your friend who disappeared into the middle of nowhere, "Hey, are you still there?" and you'll hear a voice from somewhere in the middle of the sea of people in the distance—"Yes," and it's only one word, but anyway, there's some relief, at least he's still alive.

Of course, I hope it was his phone that suddenly ran out of battery, and he didn't have time to reply, no matter what, I have always regarded you as the most sincere friend in my heart, I wish you well.

Looking back now, I did some things right in college, but I also did some things wrong, those right things made me happy for a lifetime, those wrong things also made me regret for a lifetime, and we always moved forward in the interweaving of right and wrong. Nothing is perfect, just as nothing is heinous. I made a phone call to a girl I knew in college, but she didn't seem to be there, I listened to the busy sound, remembering the past when I was in college with her, that night I asked her to be my girlfriend, but after saying that, I suddenly felt that a whole new person was going to be inserted in my life, she would affect my long life, leave a memory, become a fact that I had experienced in my life, I suddenly became rigorous, and strictly reviewed this memory that was about to be included in my life, and finally I made a ridiculous move, I texted her the night she thought about it, and asked her to reject me。 That's a regret of college, if we could be together, maybe the college stage would be colorful, at least there will be an unforgettable memory.

I am almost 24 years old, and I hope that I can still retain a trace of childlike innocence, be more tolerant of the world, understand the world more, change my life more, see more new things, and understand this developing world. Some girls began to call me uncle, and suddenly remembered that there was a girl in college who called me like this, so I specially went to watch the Korean movie "Uncle", and I had the impression that the actor was really handsome, and there was no memory in addition to that, most of life is like this, about one thing, you may only remember a little bit, symbolically, it means that you have not forgotten.

Yesterday and Wang only and a buddy of the same age who met in the last job were playing in the West Lake, Pinghu autumn, we talked about women and the future, which are the two biggest pursuits of men at this age. But the pursuit of beauty only stays before the arrival, I envy Wang only go to the company every day to report casually, pretending to do it can get 6,000 yuan, but he is extremely disgusted with typing code, and shouts every day to do freelance work. He envied me for not having a job and writing freely, but I didn't care, when you were faced with 6,000 words or even 9,000 words a day, even Saturdays, Sundays, and the first day of the Spring Festival and New Year, you wouldn't say that. What we yearn for is only because of the obsession in our hearts, and it has nothing to do with the quality of the thing itself.

Alas, I suddenly found that writing a diary is a waste of time, and today's goal is to write fifteen thousand, but now I have only written six thousand, and after this diary has been replaced by a novel, there may already be a chapter and a half. Today I went to the opposite Zhejiang University of Finance and Economics to write a book, carrying a schoolbag and trying to disguise myself as a student, and it turned out that the students of that university were older than me, I found a classroom where no one was, turned on the computer and began to write, this month's update is less, I don't know how much the manuscript fee will be. The classroom across from me was teaching the math I hated the most, the teacher was asking for guidance from above, the students were courting below, and I was trying to find a girlfriend. Maybe some of them were me, sitting in the classroom and looking at my phone idly, looking up out the window from time to time, fantasizing about the future.

We are separated by a door, but also by a period of time and space, we live in the same city, write different logs, we wait for the same green light, we fall in love with different people.

2013.10.21 night: Huang Huayi, Hangzhou, Zhejiang.