If I want to say my favorite way of communicating, it's just like talking, writing, and writing. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info is like I always like to publish all kinds of words in QQ space to vent my emotions, to record or happy or sad or angry life, one a day, oh no, at most three or four a day, so that there is a little Weiwei people occasionally say to me with a speechless attitude: You have a lot of feelings, and you have to add a cold sweat QQ emoji later. When I have time, I will look through the lives recorded in the past days, and the other day I read them, and talk about nearly 1,000 (I write a thousand and estimate that the people who read them do not have an intuitive feeling), and this is only less than two years. I was frightened by myself, I happened to be in a bad mood that day, I reviewed and deleted one by one, in the tears and sore wrists, I found that it took more than two hours to delete 1,000 life records far more difficult than to spend two years recording 1,000 emotions, and it was much more difficult. But now, a few days later, I began to regret the urge to regret that time, because 1,000 stories recorded my most precious two years of college. The first two years of college were spent in the main part of the school, and a variety of complicated activities made those two years very exciting and very impetuous. At the beginning of my junior year, the department moved to another campus with a clean heart, so I deleted all my blog records for the past two years, said goodbye to my impetuous self, or more precisely, to my crush that ended without a problem. At that time, I hadn't started writing the current novel, and at that time, Xiao Weiwei and I were not so familiar. Far away, I just want to express such a meaning, memories are very important to me, even if I delete them with tears, it is because I take it too seriously, so important that every minute and every second will become a small mound of dirt to stop me on my way, so important that when I stop and look back but can't see anything, I will collapse and be sad like a child.

I really don't remember what year, day, and time I became acquainted with, but in fact, that heart-to-heart relationship can tell when each other stubbornly camped in each other's lives, so I don't often struggle with this issue. In the early days of being more unfamiliar, my impression of Xiao Weiwei was that we were a member of the class, in a simple and quick class meeting, the head teacher didn't know what to set all the class committees in one breath, I used to think that this class teacher would be the main supporting role in my college life, but four years later I found out that she was not even a meteor, because the meteor would drag a glowing tail at least the moment it crossed, and the head teacher's nothing, no light, appeared once at the class meeting of the class committee, in memory, there is no intersection。 Anyway, she still has credit, she let me know Xiao Weiwei among the 60s. There are two classes in our department, after getting to know each other, I found that the student number is arranged according to the college entrance examination scores, and the dormitory is arranged according to the student number, because Xiao Weiwei lives in the dormitory next to me, so I probably know that the twelfth person in the three dormitories before and after us is actually all the way in terms of grades, which has nothing to do with my familiarity with Xiao Weiwei, but this successfully separates me from those classmates with excellent grades, I mean I take the initiative not to get close to them, you know, worship and look up need distance. And I don't think there is much need for this kind of distance between me and Xiao Weiwei.

As I wrote this, I suddenly realized that I had played a few debate tournaments in my freshman year, inside the medical school, where each class had a team and then a scuffle. At that time, the one who sat next to me seemed to be Xiao Weiwei, and I was a tricky and mean four debaters. Memories began to pour back, in September 2010, the military training on the Dongshan playground was in full swing, and Xiao Weiwei and I shrank together to discuss the debate between training. Four rookies advanced to the semi-finals, of which we played one less, as for the third-place attribution, the academy actually did not prepare a debate topic to compete, so you know, we lost the game. My cooperation with Xiao Weiwei ended there, and I was selected for the college debate team, but I don't want to talk about the unhappy days of that semester anymore.

After that, I didn't have much contact with Xiao Weiwei. Actually, I was very confused in my freshman year, full of uncertainty and anxiety. I didn't like studying medicine, which probably had something to do with the fact that a doctor sewed my blood vessels and gauze together a few years ago. I don't understand why I want to learn this, I don't know how to learn this well, I am not the material for studying medicine, and the facts have proved that I am indeed much more tired than others. In the past four years, I have failed a course, I have not won a scholarship, and I have not won any awards because of my good studies, so I am more humble in front of many students, but in fact, I may be more weak-minded. Many people think that I have been successful in college, maybe there is Xiao Weiwei in this, probably because of my work in the club, maybe also because of my extensive circle of friends, but firstly, I want to say that I really gave a lot and did quite tired, and secondly, maybe because of humility and tiredness, I have made a lot of like-minded friends through work. So standing four years later, maybe it is not the first place among the sixty-one, it is really not that important.

Vivi and I joined the same club, but we didn't participate in many activities together. She also joined the student council with me, but we didn't have many opportunities to work together. There are many people we know in common, but inexplicably, these don't make us best friends. Everything seemed to be waiting for a catalyst until June 2013. Wait, we met in September 2010, and a hot pot in June 2013 made Xiao Weiwei exclaim that she was too late to see me, I want to say, where did the three years go. The relationship between people is very wonderful, in fact, the relationship between people and dogs is also wonderful, but tonight belongs to friendship, and my stupid Chinese pastoral dog will not mention it. In mid-June 2013, we started our first step into the world with an internship. Xiao Weiwei stayed in the school hospital, and I was going to a hospital in another city for an internship, it just so happened that Xiao Weiwei's roommate and I were in the same internship hospital, speaking of this key roommate, I want to complain in particular, because she and my name are one word different, and the student number is also very close, in any roll call during college, I have to stretch my ears to listen to the teacher read the name. But in fact, anyone who knows my name knows that since many teachers can't pronounce the word I have with her, I don't have to worry about it at all.

Getting back to the point, the three of us went to a cost-effective famous hot pot chain restaurant that day to have a casual meal, maybe the origin of that meal has been forgotten, eating and drinking at the dinner table, I have to say, I and Xiao Weiwei's outlook on life and worldview are very compatible, plus I participated in Xiao Weiwei's secret love affair again, I successfully became Xiao Weiwei's close friend. We got up very early on the day we left to go to the internship site, five or six o'clock, the school car was waiting for us to move things in the stadium, I didn't want to cry, but my tears were not something I could control, maybe no one could understand the current separation of emotions, we are juniors, according to national regulations, we must do more than eight months of internship to graduate, and the mood of graduating from school is different, it is an indescribable separation, ten months of separation, each other is absent from ten months of growth, can meet, but to see each other again is graduation, that is another parting。 I searched the crowd for all my familiar figures, my roommates, my friends, my seniors, my father was ready to go to my destination to meet me and a bunch of luggage, one side of reunion, the other of sad separation.

In June 2013, I went through a lot, my grandfather was sentenced to death by doctors, and under the suppression of the final exam, I shed countless tears by the famous Beigushan River, if a person knows how to cherish, the most cruel way is to let her lose. Life has changed dramatically, from a student to an intern who goes to work every day, from a junior to the youngest in the hospital. The internship ended in May this year, and my grandfather passed away in the early hours of the first day of April, so we took graduation photos, completed vocational exams, and found jobs. This year we moved faster and more importantly than at any time in the previous three years. Gradually, the end of youth, we took an extremely difficult first step on the road to maturity, I don't know at this time, Xiao Weiwei, you recalled the scene of our discussion on the playground in September 2010, will be the same as me, sighing and crying. The feeling that the heart seems to be blocked by something, the feeling that I can't let go, the feeling that I can't tell whether I am moved or sad or helpless or missing or what, maybe, it is the feeling that my youth has passed, or maybe it is the feeling that my emotions are involved in time and space with the passage of time and regional changes.

There are too many regrets between me and Xiao Weiwei, too many things that I want to do but don't make it. But I always felt that this was a thought, a chance for us in the future. Just like it took us three years to get the heartiness on the hot pot table, just like all the blandness turned into wanton tears on our faces, just like in the end, we will definitely turn all our thoughts into the sky and the sea, into the road of travel, into clouds in the sky, into laughter on the lips, and into tears in our hearts.

If I really can, I want to be a writer, the tension of words and imagination seem to me to be endless, so many film and television works adapted from novels often make me feel unable to watch them, but I can suddenly understand why so many people want to remake, as if I suddenly miss the blog records I deleted for more than four years, I am afraid of forgetting the way I came, if there is no record, if there is no reminder.

I didn't finish what I wanted to say, but I didn't know how to express a lot of emotions, and I don't know if Xiao Weiwei could understand it. I would like to use the above text to make up for the regret that the gift she picked for her on Taobao today was not carefully packaged.