The encounter between Li Shu and Mu Xiaoyu seems to be accidental, and it can also be said that it seems inevitable.

They were in the same class by chance, and they didn't say a word in a year by chance. By chance, in the field that Li Shu is best at and is most proud of, Mu Xiaoyu can always be a head above her. By chance again, Li Shu doesn't hate people who are a head above her.

What's even more accidental is that Li Shu likes Mu Xiaoyu's articles very much, and he can be said to be a fan of Mu Xiaoyu. And this night, everyone was laughing, only them, Li Shu and Mu Xiaoyu were not in the mood to join the hustle and bustle.

Such accidents, countless accidents are connected together, so that they have a fateful encounter.

But is it really all accidental? Is all this really fate? No, I think this is the result of the pursuit of self-consciousness between Li Shu and Mu Xiaoyu.

Because of countless times, Mu Xiaoyu felt that the silent and terrible girl in the class was very interesting. Countless times, Mu Xiaoyu felt that this girl, the only girl in the class who couldn't get along with anyone, was actually not a nasty girl.

Li Shu is the same, countless times, she will look at Mu Xiaoyu inadvertently, and sometimes she will deliberately look at it secretly. She even tried to track Mu Xiaoyu.

There is no purpose, just simply follow her, and when she walks to the place where she can't get in, immediately, Li Shu won't even be curious about what this place is.

Because she followed Mu Xiaoyu, she didn't have any thoughts, she just wanted to follow her for a while.

For Li Shu, there is no need for so many things, as long as he follows Mu Xiaoyu and goes wherever he goes. There is no need for any particular reason, and there is no need for anything special.

If there is one kind of behavior of hers, it is: the pursuit of self-awareness. Because she had this thought, she formed a 'follow her' idea in her own consciousness, so she did it.

Her pursuit of self-consciousness ended up being friends with Mu Xiaoyu.

Of course, this is not the only result, it is due to a lot of factors. Because before this, Li Shu had never had the intention of becoming friends with Mu Xiaoyu.

Of course, it's not that she doesn't want to, it's just that she understands that they are not from the same world. Li Shu always felt that she just had to look at Mu Xiaoyu from afar, and if she got too close, it was estimated that something unexpected would happen.

If it happens exactly what she wants, that's fine. Wouldn't it be too bad if something happened deviated from her consciousness.

Therefore, in the past year, although Li Shu wanted to do so, he never took the initiative to talk to Mu Xiaoyu. The reason is simple: there is no right opportunity.

And the reason why there is no suitable opportunity is, of course, because Li Shu hid the opportunity. Because the opportunity is all there, at least it has appeared countless times. Just like this night, a simple exam paper becomes an excellent opportunity. And in the past, there must have been countless opportunities like this.

When approaching Mu Xiaoyu, Li Shu immediately discovered one thing:

Mu Xiaoyu was completely different from what she thought. There is no sacredness and solemnity in her imagination, no nobility and elegance in her imagination, and no insight into everything as she imagined.

However, I don't know why, Li Shu felt that Mu Xiaoyu was more attractive to her.

It's like imagining a Manchu and Han full feast, but occasionally eating a bite of the usual haggis soup. But I found that the delicacy was unforgettable.

Of course, Mu Xiaoyu is definitely not haggis soup, she is a full Han banquet.

Moreover, compared with the ordinary Manchu and Han banquets, Mu Xiaoyu is definitely more exquisite and luxurious. Her luxury is not reflected in the preciousness of the materials, but in the use of materials in the most critical and appropriate places.

At the end of the story, there is this passage:

Occasionally, the birds of fate landed on my shoulders, and at their urging, I decided to approach her world and see what a beautiful temple it was.

I didn't tell anyone, I didn't give myself any reason, I just walked over and crossed the threshold.

I looked in the mirror many times that day. Each time it shines for a long time. Pray that my soul will not abandon her to the deck of fate for a moment on this meaningful day of my life.

In this way, I looked at the mirror in the mirror again, and I kept looking, not daring to look away for a long time. Suddenly I became scared, and I felt my throat dry and inflamed. "Is it true that the soul has finally thrown its body on the deck?" I thought about it, I was scared, and I was so scared that I wanted to die.

However, there is no way back.

I don't have the courage to die, I don't have the courage to go back, I can only move forward, cross the threshold, and enter her world. Look at it with this small brain and this pair of somewhat blurry eyes. Even I can't see anything anymore.

Of course, it's not really invisible, it's just that my head hurts too much. Everything in front of me became shaky and blurry.

When I walked in, I literally almost died. Not because of the headache, but just as my feet were on her floor, I grunted alone.

It's so shameful, like going out without clothes.

At first, I thought that because of this rude and uncompetitive belly, I should be completely out of touch with her. I thought she was going to kick me out and never let me into her world again.

However, he took me into his arms and didn't pay any attention to my stomach growling.

This move made me feel flattered and very moved.

I was so moved, at that time, I felt that there was no better person in the world than her, even the mother who gave birth to me was really not as good as her.

After that, a lot of things happened to us, both happy and unhappy. But most of them don't remember clearly.

There are also a few things that are particularly impressive, and I will never forget them for the rest of my life.

What I remember most clearly is that she likes to read poetry and read to me. This image does not quite match her, she is not a poet, she is an entrepreneur, she is a queen, she is a god who is proud of all beings, but she is not like a poet.

When she reads poetry, she doesn't feel like a poet, it's more, like telling a story, telling someone else's story. And it's the kind of story that doesn't move you, and you don't even find it interesting.

I asked her why, and she said, "Reading a couple of lines once in a while, I feel less worldly." ”

I asked her, "Don't you like the world?" ”

"No, I'm very worldly. Rather, I think that things outside the world are really illusory and dirty. ”

She said this, which made me very puzzled, because of the previous sentence, everyone would think that she was an unworldly person.

But she quickly explained to me, she said: "I like the world, but if people live in the world for too long, they tend to become cold, clear as water and clear as a mirror, and it is a requirement for others, and if you do it yourself, you will find that it is really pitiful." ”

I don't understand what this sentence means, but I understand one thing, that is, she always has her own ideas, no matter how the world changes, she can always find the most comfortable place for herself.

At this point, the story is over.

However, who the author of this story is, no one knows, there is no byline.

Whether the author said the last passage or whether someone else added it, no one knows.

This book has been in Wen Linxi's study for a long time, and the story is unremarkable, but occasionally one or two intriguing words appear, so Wen Linxi has read it many times.

Each time I had a different idea, and every time I thought, "This author is so interesting." ”

Of course, the most interesting thing is not the book, but the author, because there is no author who does not sign his book. Unless the book is only written for someone and doesn't want to be seen by anyone other than her.

If the last paragraph was written by the author, it can be roughly inferred that the author is the girl named Li Shu in the story, and the book is likely to be written by her for Mu Xiaoyu.

But judging from the last paragraph, Mu Xiaoyu should not have seen this book. This last passage reads sadly, as if it were a confession in the face of infinite loneliness.

What happened to the author is impossible to know, and there is no way to verify.

The only thing that is certain is that if the author is a person in the story, she must have been very sad when she started writing, so sad that she wanted to die immediately.

Because the last paragraph has been made very clear, in the long river of time, in this bet with time. The author lost, and lost completely.

In fact, it's not just the author who loses, in the process of gambling with time, human beings have always lost the weak side, and has always been the defeated side.

However, we don't feel that this is a sad thing, on the contrary, it is a thing to be happy about, because even though we have been in a weak position, we have been narrowly winning. Human beings are constantly growing and developing, and they are constantly making progress. Only by not admitting defeat, as long as you work hard forever, you can always overcome difficulties and reach the end.

It doesn't matter what the point is, what matters is that we never give up on our efforts.

This sentence is said by the weak human beings themselves, and it is also a true portrayal of human life. Maybe it's not a rhetoric, maybe it's more like a dying statement, but what does that matter.

"Don't admit defeat" is our signature. No matter what kind of desperate situation we are in, never admitting defeat is all we can do.

What if time is short, what if life is short, what if life is fragile. These may be beyond the surpassable and insurmountable, but we are working hard.

I don't know who said it: in this land, human beings are already very strong. But in this universe, humanity is still too weak.