Each day starts to repeat very quickly.

When Cheng Chuxia proposed to go abroad, he learned that Cheng Dongheng's company's suspected financial problems were implicated, and his family and children could not go through the procedures for going abroad, so Cheng Chuxia had to wait for the opportunity to meet him again.

In the treatment day after day, Han Rui has recovered well, and his previous appearance is basically normal, but it is still difficult to respond in language, and he still refuses to communicate with others.

Xiao Qing saw that he seemed to be very interested in some programming on the computer, so she gave him some materials and courses so that he could study, at least to pass the time alone.

After a few weeks of studying, Han Rui was already able to use her self-taught knowledge to help Xiao Qing deal with some small things at work, which helped her a lot.

The contact information here is more common by email, so Han Rui himself also has an email address, but he just applied for it, and no one knows about it, so when he received the email that day, he himself felt very strange, and when he was about to click on the spam to delete, he saw that the sender's signature turned out to be "cat sauce", which couldn't help but remind him of someone, and continued to read, but was attracted by the content inside.

The email is very long, probably a letter from a girl to a boy, telling the story of a dramatic love experience:

Do you know? Every memory you left me, I didn't dare to look back for a long time afterward, and every time I was pulled back by the memory, the pain in my heart became clear. Until I was finally able to type these words seriously in front of the computer, I knew that the uncomfortable energy, the unwillingness to admit defeat, had quietly left in the passage of time, and before I forgot about you, I decided to write about you, using all the ways I would.

How would I describe you? You are really like a child, often naughty but very pleasing and very affectionate, very emotional, but also very insecure.

You always like to give me all sorts of nicknames, "Pineapple, I'm hungry." "Pineapple, I can't write this question" "Pineapple, I like you." "You like to call me 'Pineapple', because for a long time, the broken hair in front of my hair always stood up, funny and funny, you say it's like a pineapple, it's so ugly, I can't do anything about it. Just like for you, I have no choice, there is no way to face your justifiable coquettishness.

For a long time, every time I heard Stefanie Sun's "What I Miss", my eyes would be inexplicably red, "I remember that birthday, and I remember that song." ”

I had a lunar birthday, and I didn't say anything, so that day passed very ordinary, and the only strange thing was that you didn't talk to me all day, and even when I talked to you, you were still avoiding it.

The moment I went back and pushed open the door of the dormitory, I realized that you had been preparing for today for a long time, so you were so nervous that you didn't dare to say a word to me, you said that you knew you couldn't hide anything in front of me, so this time, you succeeded.

I watched my roommates play around and tell me about your 'mental journey' these days, how you checked the perpetual calendar, I was afraid that I would get the date wrong, and I was threatened and harassed by my roommates, and the cake in the shape of a "piglet......

After the birthday, in the eyes of outsiders, we should be the couple who love to death, and even at certain moments, we will be ridiculed for the joke of "giving birth to a noble son early", but we have to be best friends, you say.

I also cherish this friendship, no matter how hard the friends around me try, we are all on the same page, "we are best friends". Later I learned that you never wanted to cherish this friendship.

In April, when the pear blossoms were blowing, you told me, "I like you." I haven't had time to complain, how can anyone confess on Qingming Day? Your next message comes back: "I just wa."

t to touch you

hea

t a

d k

ow you deeply.” I'm not moved or surprised, I started to ridicule you for how long you have been in Baidu for English words, and you were also taken away by me, and began to talk nonsense, this matter, in the end, none of us mentioned it.

We fight and fight, and I already know what you like.

I knew when you picked up the microphone and sang Hins Cheung's "Breakpoint" in class and looked at me, I knew when I was pushed down by others, when you were desperate to argue for me, when you gave me Doraemon candy, and when you walked with me on the playground when I was sad...... Oh, and that one at the playground.

I've had a fear of heights since I was a child, and you buy a ticket, "Don't be afraid, I can sing on it, pineapple boy is not so timid." "Your constant encouragement shook my determination, but the moment I got on the roller coaster, I regretted it, so for ten minutes, I didn't dare to raise my head, I didn't open my eyes at all, I was so scared that I kept shaking, and you began to regret it when you saw me, and held my hand tightly, because you were worried, and your anxiety was no less than my fear. The moment the roller coaster stopped, your hand didn't let go in the slightest, and I didn't slow down, you said earnestly word by word: "I'm not going to let you be scared again, I'm sorry." "I didn't know whether to be angry or moved and started crying.

Why didn't I promise you? I also asked myself. Maybe it was because the third year of high school was approaching at that time, and I was instilled with the idea that "the college entrance examination is the most important thing in my life" since I was a child, and I didn't want you to go down that road that I might regret, you are so good, there is really no need to take this unnecessary risk. I think we can work hard, get through this hard time, and then fall in love, and wait, and when that time comes, I will definitely tell you that I actually love you too.

Your grades have been good since junior high school, and you won a scholarship in the first year of entering the school and directly waived tens of thousands of tuition, so your family has higher expectations for you.

Everyone is rushing forward, the two sisters in the family are all admitted with high scores in the college entrance examination, but you have been hovering around two or three hundred in the age, the stronger the learning atmosphere in the class, the more anxious and stressful you are. At that time, as if to say yes, all the staff worked hard, and even my physics grades, which had been unimpressive, improved by leaps and bounds.

You talk less and less, but the pressure from home and school increases, and you feel uncomfortable, you don't speak, and you don't laugh anymore. I also receive fewer and fewer messages from you, mostly because of your extreme quarrels with your father.

The evening self-study is over. You tell me, "I watched you all night and you didn't even look up at me." I was suddenly speechless, my mind was even blurry at the time, I couldn't remember what I was doing at any specific moment in the evening meditation, and my memories were just repetitive images, writing and writing, nothing else.

After that day, I would occasionally skim in your direction during the occasional lesson, and then quickly retract it. I know that what you need is the comfort and companionship of a good friend.

I wrote you a lot of words of encouragement, we went to the playground together, we went to eat together, we played ball together, we talked about the stupid things we had when we were children, and laughed at each other unscrupulously......

When I was sad, I knew that I couldn't help you with anything, so I had to accompany you to slowly understand and comprehend.

You were sad for a few days when you missed a rare mistake in a mock test, and I told you, it's okay to come back next time, you saw my worry, and suddenly you asked me, "Do you know what 'Coke' is?" ”

The smell of summer and brown lemon soda flashed through my mind, but you said, "But your happiness is my happiness." ”

Then, I tasted the taste of cola, which was sweet.

It may be that blindly tolerating you seems to be a kind of indulgence, your pressure is still only increasing, and even the conflict with your father is getting more and more intense, he is "hating iron but not steel" and you are more eager for encouragement than he blindly strikes.

The task of studying is getting tighter and tighter, the pressure from the teacher's family makes me often breathless, I am anxious and too busy to take care of myself, but you are still chic, sleeping in class, playing crazy after school, holding a basketball and running to the court, the only thing that remains the same is to encourage me whenever I feel that I am under pressure, make me happy, and say a lot of things to me, until my mood recovers, and I am full of energy to face new problems again.

I can't bear to see you give up your studies like this, and persuade you to be a "little friend" who makes me happy but refuses to obey. I looked up from the busy homework, and what I heard was the teacher announcing that you had violated discipline and been punished, and my heart was full of worry and disappointment, and I looked at you who were not happy, but I was very helpless about you.

You start to get angry and uncomfortable with the topic you can't write, and I, for the first time, I chose to hold back my steps towards you when you were sad, and we just like that, cold war again and again.

At that time, I only knew that the difficulties in life could not be pulled by someone at any time, not every time you were sad, someone would stand in place and wait for you to comfort you, I was not the one who always guarded you, rather than letting you have a habit of dependence, it was better for you to face and bear it yourself.

It was a long time since we stopped talking, and I went back to the song and understood all the lyrics.

"You may be unhappy, but you are unhappy"

You regard me as someone you can rely on for a lifetime, so you share your "unhappiness" with me so unreservedly, and let me accompany you from "unhappy" to "happy". You were never happy in those days, but you always took my happiness as your own.

I also later understood that it was not so much that I accompanied you out, but that you were guarding my happiness and smile in your own way, and you knew that your uneasiness would definitely disturb my mood, so you chose to use another way to reassure me, but I was in countless times, quietly healing the hidden wounds.

I'm sorry, I couldn't understand such affection at that ignorant age, and I can only slowly experience it after many years, and I really want to say "thank you" to you later.

What was the reason for our last Cold War? Forgot.

I only remember the final reconciliation moment, when you said, "No matter how cruel I say, I love you in my heart, I have fun with others, but I still think of you." ”

Before that, the note you gave me said the exact opposite, swearing "Happy E."

di

g!”。 I looked at your eyes, red, but no longer real, I wanted to shake my hands and leave, but I seemed to be frozen, I couldn't make a movement for a long time, and finally nodded.

One of the most memorable glances I remember happened during a late class.

You ignored me for a few days and apologized to me with my favorite little tomato, and as soon as I turned my head, I crashed into your eyes, what kind of eyes was that?

You remind me of my little nephew of a three-year-old, a look that only appears on his face when facing strangers, a look full of vigilance and suspicion, which can be seen with a little attention.

If it hadn't happened to be at that moment, I wouldn't have known that we were so far apart.

In those days when you were silent, there were still many things that I ignored and forgot.

I took the tomatoes, listened to your assurances, said that I knew my mistakes, said I was sorry, and said that I would never worry again.

I only thought of the look in your eyes just now, the first time, I couldn't listen to a single word you said, and I wanted to shut you up, but I didn't. You ignored all the ridicule around you, apologizing and saying "how can you forgive me?" I stare at you, asking myself the same question, "Why have you become such a stranger?" ”。

I didn't come up with an answer, but the class bell rang first.

I comforted you as I pushed you to your seat, and I said forgive you. As soon as I turned around, I cried.

From that day on, I began to prepare for your departure, but I gradually realized that it was difficult. I closed my eyes, and my mind was full of scenes of you celebrating my birthday, all of the promises you made when you gave me a gift.

When you give me Doraemon candy, you say, "If you want to be as happy as Nobita, I'll be your Doraemon and protect your happiness."

At that time, you who were holding the little tomatoes may not have noticed that you were full of defense against the person in front of you, but you thought you loved her very much.

Zhang Ailing said, "There are only three things in this world that cannot be hidden, cough, poverty and love. You want to cover it up, but you want to cover it up"Love is the same as not love, you want to cover it up, but you want to cover it up.

I still remember the way you first saw me, the gaze that was the most tragic knife I had when I decided to give up on you.

The Cold War came out of nowhere, but not once or twice, but I think you must feel it, and this time, we all understand, this time is different.

The silence lasted for nearly half a year, during this time, your injury and sadness, your helplessness and heartache, whenever my eyes touched you, I always shifted as fast as I could, as if I couldn't see anything, and in the blink of an eye, I laughed heartlessly in the crowd. Until your sister gave me a long speech, saying that you were ignorant, causing me a lot of trouble, saying that I was not good, I should not ignore all your feelings when you were sad, blame me for being ruthless, and the feelings that have been worn out in the past two years will be dispersed...... I know it wasn't scolding, it was written in such good writing that I was going to get up and scream for her. "You have a good sister", this is how I feel after reading this few hundred words.

Lookers-on see most of the game. I don't blame her for what she doesn't understand.

I held my phone in my hand and sat silently for two minutes, completely oblivious to the torment of the poisonous and spicy sunlight outside the window, or whether the floor was already roasted hot, or cold enough to resist the blows from afar. I spent two minutes of the longest time ever, swallowing like a whole egg, choking on my eyes and tears.

The roommate heard about it, and she said "no one is wrong" in a comforting tone. Day and night, how could I easily ignore the pity and blame in her words, blaming me for being ignorant and not knowing how to cherish, I finally understood that from the perspective of a bystander, the wrong person was me.

I held back my retort and learned to slowly and calmly accept the misunderstanding that I didn't want to explain. At that time, I had understood how good it would have been if "disappointment is slowly accumulated, and leaving is a long-term accumulation", but unfortunately, I will only gamble with you as always, betting that you will admit defeat as before, because I think you will.

Every day I was in school, every day, I had to face you, and I told myself that I couldn't let you see my sadness, and that I would never be the one who "admits defeat first". If you want to cry, you have to laugh, that's what you taught me. My smiling face, curled out an unfamiliar arc at the corner of my mouth, so fake, even the hand that hid my face, I wanted to cover it, I was thinking, why haven't you found out that I have softened my heart, why don't you understand, I'm waiting for your apology, as long as you say a word, I can forget everything and reconcile with you.

In 2017, Xue Zhiqian's song "Is There It" soared in popularity, and my headphones also played it in a loop N times, I shared it with you, you sent back several angry ones in a row, with some joy, knowing that it was your usual method of pretending to be angry, I laughed and asked you what this means? You reply: You can't listen to this kind of song next time! The tone was extremely serious, and I knew there was something to say. After a while, you say, "You can't be cruel enough to comfort yourself!" I laughed out loud and typed a long series of "hahaha" while crying and laughing while making up for your angry expression. The lyrics are sung sensationally, but you are saying warm words, the routines in the flirtatious girl, I understand.

How did we get to be like this?

Until one day, a classmate who had been chatting well came to me and said sweetly and shyly, "He confessed to me." ”

I paused for a moment, the name coming out of my mind, but I still asked "Which one?" "She said your name, and I stood there as if I had been drained of all my strength.

Before I let go of all my defenses and want to bow my head to you and admit my mistake, I didn't wait for me to say the "Let's stop making trouble, okay?" In the dark, you used my most unexpected and cruel way to shut me up.

I replayed those pictures over and over again in my memories, replaying those moments when you began to become different, and I realized that it turned out that every quarrel, every cold war, it was not my willfulness that distanced me, but the one who accompanied you, she knew everything about us, and knew that the person she liked should be you, and I didn't know anything.

All the memories came crashing together, and I wanted to ask you more, but I couldn't say half a syllable.

I finally regained my ability to think rationally in the shock and discomfort, understood the reason for that letter, and understood your unexplained indifference.

After the initiation, everything was clear, but I had insomnia for several days, shivered after falling asleep at night, went home and sat in a daze and scared my roommate, stomach cramps, so hungry that I couldn't swallow anything, every bite of food was like a knife handed over by your own hands, I swallowed my blood and opened my mouth to smell blood.

Looking back now, I feel like a bystander, and I still feel empathy and sympathy, but there is no longer the discomfort and heartache I felt at that time.

People say that when you scratch the lot, you should know the result when you scratch the word "thank you", and there is no need to scrape the "thank you for your patronage" before you are willing to let go. It's a pity that I was too persistent at that time, and I forced myself to collapse, and nearly three years of hard work were burned in a college entrance examination.

If you are a song engraved in the music of life by my own hand, then now, you are a song that I will never sing again.

It's like a lost traveler in the forest, following a winding path to find his own castle of love, but in the middle of the way, he finds that I don't have to go to that castle.

……

After reading this letter, the first thought in Han Rui's mind was: Is this the script?

The boy's girlfriend becomes a junior, this is the plot of the TV series.

I don't know what drove it, Han Rui actually replied to this email.

His reply was: The script is well written.

Click Send.

I didn't expect the other side to reply quickly: Have you forgotten everything you have done? Also, with a new love, these have become the scripts in your mouth?

It seems that the wrong information was sent, and the person concerned is not aware of the problem.

Han Rui raised his hand and typed: You sent the wrong message.

After the message was delivered, there was silence for nearly five minutes.

When Han Rui thought that she would not send any more messages and was about to turn off the computer, a new email came from the other side.

"Although it was a sending error, but after all, you have read this story, I hope you are not as sorry as I am, excuse me, I wish you can find happiness."

Interestingly, it was the first time he had seen such a reply.

Thinking of him and Cheng Chuxia, who doesn't have a little regret of their own.

After a while, he replied: As you wish.

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