Every time the lights go out, we will make some brain-opening assumptions to embarrass each other, such as what will happen if we get 100 million yuan in one night (soy sauce chooses to buy a Korean idol company and let the boy group dance for her alone in a small room), such as what will be done first when we suddenly become a man (Hot Sauce laughed and did not answer positively).

For the first time, Soy Sauce gave me a question that I couldn't read, and I thought for a few seconds, and then said: "Wisdom fruit on the wisdom tree, you and me under the wisdom tree, I chose to hide two fruits and sneak to find my monkey, and then tell the team that there is a bread tree there, so that we can eat the fruit without offending people." ”

"There's no better of both worlds, you're a monkey and can't make such a complicated choice. "Soy sauce Nunu mouth.

"If I were a monkey, I would have run away with my red butt twisted and gone, where would I still have so much thought. ”

"I don't care, this question is for you to choose bread and love, not for you to take bread to find love. ”

"I'm going to take bread to find love, and besides, even if I have to carry a bread tree, I'm going to find my monkey. ”

"Hmph. "The soy sauce pushed open the yellowed door of 5016, and the bucket rolled in tons and tons along the inertia.

Babao was playing a mobile game at the moment, and when he saw me coming, he happily ran over with his mobile phone, and before I could say hello, he shouted: "Ahhh

Okay, it's still the original eight treasures, and it's still the original taste.

I threw my backpack on the table, "Baby, I don't think I have one." ”

"Think about it, if you don't see me for a day, it's like three autumns, and if you don't see me for three days, you can't see my tears. What do you want to bring?"

From the beginning of the freshman year to the present, Babao has been so straightforward from beginning to end, and there has been no change. She said: A long time ago, I wanted to change the world, and now, I just want not to be changed by the world. Even though she has been hurt, deceived, and betrayed, she is still this optimistic and indisputable appearance.

I remember the movie "McDull" I watched a long time ago, and the few sentences at the end - it is not the sound of "Ding" that becomes something else is wonderful. Ten years later, if that McDull is still so strong, so sluggish, so straight up and down, if the eraser I gave him is still so snow-white, it has never been used, if this is the case, the wonderful thing has already happened. That's probably why I like Babao.

I opened the bag, grabbed a handful, and threw seven or eight boxes of Hua Hua Dan on her table, and the soy sauce over there began to scream: "Little Lizi, you don't care about me?" ”

I shrugged, reluctantly took a pair of scissors, and walked to the water dispenser, expertly unpacking, picking up the bucket, and putting it upside down on the water dispenser, only to hear a sound, and then the bucket began to bubble and gurgle, and now it was all done.

I wiped my sweat and returned to my seat, the soy sauce had already gone to play with Hua Huadan on the Babao table, I saw that she was curious, and threw another box to her, she took it in her hand, and said in her mouth: "Tut-tut, you are too naïve, I have to carry you up." ”

"Stinky fart. Babao was playing the game without raising his head.

"I don't know who had to buy white flower snake grass water last time, and I didn't dare to drink it, so I had to drink with us. "I complained, after that night, our mouths were filled with the smell of stinky feet on the cool bamboo mat.

"It's about getting you out of your comfort zone. Soy sauce continued to hum.

"Cut. "We were used to scolding each other, and within two seconds, we all came to Babao's side and watched her play games, and the three of us chattered as if we had never been apart.

Life is like a silent movie, the film machine plays slowly, frame by frame, and the sound of Krakala is heard in the machine, like a shameless giant beast chewing on our past. The last shot seemed to be at the beginning of school, and we patted each other on the shoulder and said, nice to meet you.

I remember going back to the first night of freshman military training, my back hurt, a day of exposure to the sun and a day of walking, making people tired like a crumpled newspaper, and I wanted to throw myself in the trash for reimbursement. At this time, the soy sauce said, "Ah, the bottled water was drunk, and I woke up from my semi-comatose state, and I had to go to the first floor to carry the bottled water—to the fifth floor. An ordinary vat of drinking water makes me a weak woman who is powerless (...... I was carried to the fifth floor alone, and the hard work was naturally beyond description, sweating like rain and soaking through my tracksuit. Kicking the door open, all three guys were shocked by me, so my first impression was actually - "Ah, our room is friendly and tough, and one person carries the water to the fifth floor!"

The next shot is senior year, and we return to our empty dorm room alone, sleepless.

Some people say that youth is a green tree, sprouting, flowering, and bearing fruit, and every time a leaf falls, there are people in this world sighing, and this spring, the leaves of the camphor tree on campus are constantly falling, falling, falling.

Luckily, now that we're all around each other, that's enough.

After a while, I remembered that I wanted to take pictures, and I quickly returned to my place, pulled makeup and makeup brushes out of my bag, and piled them up on the common table in the dormitory. Soy Sauce also moved her ring lamp and makeup mirror, took out the primer, and asked me if I wanted to do the primer, Babao was still playing the game, she added that she would rather put on a mask than makeup, I looked at Soy Sauce, quickly found the mask, unwrapped it and applied it to the face, and the two white-faced monsters stood back to Babao's side, bending down to watch her play games, like a pair of ghosts.

Soy sauce finally couldn't stand us anymore, turned off the phone and joined our camp, three women holding different brands of base makeup and looking left and right, ping pong, like experimenters in white coats in a chemistry laboratory. After finishing the foundation, Soy Sauce pulled me to help her paint her eyebrows, eyelashes, and eye shadow, and it was time for lunch. Soy sauce has countless curling irons on my head, looking at my phone like a charter wife among the 72 tenants, while I have just applied nail polish on my hands and am struggling to read the takeaway app with my fingertips cocked, and Babao is using a hair dryer to blow my washed bangs while using my iPad to watch what takeout is eating. In the end, the three of us came to a consensus and chose the sushi that was the most convenient and least likely to leave a smell.

When we finished the takeout, the three of us changed into shirts and suits, looked at each other, and laughed.

Soy sauce sang: "Stand dumbly in front of the mirror and clumsily tie the knot of your red tie." ”

I receive: "Comb your hair into an adult and wear a handsome suit." ”

"Where are you dressed handsomely? Babao complained.

"It's so hard to be a literary girl. "Soy sauce, look at me.

"Neither literature nor a girl can describe you. I replied.

"There is little literature and art, female. Eight Treasure looked at the soy sauce sincerely.

We laughed wildly again, teased each other a few words, grabbed our backpacks, and the three of us walked shoulder to shoulder towards the school, the familiar buildings and familiar crowds along the way, like a marquee, flew past me, I turned around, clenched my fist, and finally let go of my hand, and let the past go like smoke in the wind.

In the crowd waiting to take pictures, I saw mirin.

In the past week or two, the two of us have not communicated with each other, and judging from his usual updated circle of friends, he has not blocked me, but just deliberately ignored me.

I suddenly remembered the question that soy sauce had asked me in the morning, except that at this time, I was looking for a place to stay among the monkeys, and he was the one who was high up on the wall and watching. I looked down and played with my phone with trepidation, and from time to time I let the attention of soy sauce and eight treasures gather at me, trying not to let them find the flavor pouring in the other direction.

It's like a teacher taking out a roster in front of a blackboard to draw names, and you have to stand up and face all of this, no matter how many times you silently say 'don't click on me' in your heart, and the teacher finally shouts your name.

Mirin, through the crowd, walked up to me.

He wore a white shirt and a striped suit today, which was much more decent than the boys in black suits of the right size.

"I have something I want to say to you in person. He said to me.

"Wow-" Soy Sauce and Eight Treasure covered their mouths in tacit agreement with each other and made a gesture of please.

"Let's wait until the picture is taken. I grinned with eight teeth, my hand holding my phone trembling slightly.

"Good. With that, he was at the end of our line.

I stood in front of him, and I felt a chill down my spine, like pins and needles. I finally got in line, I handed my ID card to the little brother who took the photo, and sat in front of the blue cloth by myself, only showing a smile that was not smiling.

"Oh, little sister, you can smile a little more naturally, you look like you're going to be executed. ”

Who's to say it isn't.

After taking the photo, I tiptoed to slip through the back door, but I didn't expect the soy sauce guy to shoot very fast, and ran out after him, grabbing me and not letting me go: "What are you afraid of him doing, what do you have to say, wouldn't it be better to make it clear." ”

"Not good. I shook my head. Soy sauce forced me like this, like digging up mushrooms from the rainforest and throwing them into the desert, wet and covered with sand.

Wei Lin's WeChat lit up my screen at the right time.

He said, "Wait for me."

I was flattered.

For four long years, I only admitted that I had a crush on him and liked him, but I never said I wanted to be in a relationship with him. Because the word love is too sacred in my heart, to the promise of life and death, to tolerating each other's shortcomings, to the time I sat on the sofa and grabbed the meat around his waist with my toes and said that I am aunt today, you go to wash the dishes, which is the love in my heart. Knowing each other, staying together, for a lifetime, is love.

I'm not to him.

And he didn't even like me.

He just didn't want to lose, the same thing he once had.

It's like a transition technique used in movies.

The flowers are grateful.

The lights went out.

The birds stopped chirping.

The building began to explode.

Lonely red petals on the red carpet.

Dried white chrysanthemums on tombstones.