Becoming friends with Wen Bingchen can be regarded as an accident in life. He's the kind of person who looks pretty serious when he's unfamiliar, but he's super immodest when he's familiar, but he's a very stable person when something happens.

He said he was curious about why I would write love letters for others, but I didn't know. But joking with him: "The ancients said: It is better to demolish ten temples than destroy a marriage." If I write a love letter on my behalf and promote a good relationship, it can be regarded as accumulating virtue for myself. ”

Of course, he hurt me: "Only people who have sinned a lot in the previous life will want to accumulate virtue in this life." I'm afraid you weren't a heinous villain in your last life. ”

"You better accumulate some virtue for yourself, save hell."

"You are a college student, a young man in the 21st century, and you are so feudal and superstitious."

I found that I always couldn't scare the people around me, it must be because I was kinder, and I comforted myself like this.

Otherwise, I was really afraid that I would be so angry that I would vomit blood and die.

Wen Bingchen is Mongolian, but because his parents work in Xinjiang, he also moved his hukou to Xinjiang. I have had an inexplicable yearning for ethnic minorities since I was a child. I have a lot of respect for the traditions and languages of those ethnic minorities.

I knew he had all this from a chance to see his wallet. When he and An Luo were playing basketball, I went to see it when I passed by with Bean Sprouts.

"Can't you change it to indoor sports in winter?" Bean Sprouts muttered to herself.

"Then everyone won't come out in the winter."

"You said it would be nice if people could hibernate, and it really takes a lot of courage for me to crawl out of the bed every day." Bean Sprouts said and came over and hugged me.

"Me too." The winter in the north is really terrible, fortunately there is heating, but the temperature difference between indoor and outdoor is too great, which makes people even more reluctant to go out.

"Let's go back, it's too cold."

"Later, let's make an appointment with An Luo to go skiing on the weekend. Don't you want to learn too?"

"So you hit this ghost idea." The sprouts grimaced at me, ran to the edge of the chair and sat down, picking up a pile of down jackets that their players had taken off and covering them.

I also walked over, and Bean Sprouts picked up a coat for me, and happened to hold Wen Bingchen's coat, but the wallet accidentally fell out.

"No need, I'm not cold, let you wear a little more, don't take other people's clothes casually, it's not good." I went to pick up the dropped wallet and talked to the sprouts.

"The gentleman is not informal, anyway, he will put it here anyway."

I looked at the wallet spread out, Wen Bingchen.

Bean sprouts look at me looking at the spread out purse. Ask me, "Do you know?" ”

"Well, he and An Luo are neighbors, and I wrote love letters to him for others before."

"What is it called?" The sprouts came over.

"Wen Bingchen, a senior who is one year older than us." With that, I put my wallet in the pocket of my coat that had fallen out.

At this time, An Luo and Wen Bingchen walked over.

"What are you doing with my coat? Why are you attracted to my handsomeness? If you want to consider writing me a love letter, maybe I'll agree. Wen Bingchen said as soon as he saw me holding his coat.

"It was your wallet that accidentally fell out, and I was kind enough to pick it up and put it back," I explained, giving him a roll of the eyes.

"Thank you then."

"Hey, you are actually from Xinjiang, there are also Mongolians in Xinjiang, I know it for the first time because of my geography." I asked curiously.

"You also said that you don't like me and peek at my ID card, do you want to see which day of my birthday?"

"It's spread out, I just took a look, who told you to put your ID card in the transparent column."

"I'll talk to you about my life experience later, and by the way, I'll tell you all about my height, weight, blood type, and constellation."

"I'm not interested, thank you!"

"Anluo, let's go skiing together on the weekend," I said to Anluo, who was wearing a coat.

"Good"

"When are you two going to play together?"

"We're like-minded," Wen Bingchen hurriedly replied.

"You two don't look like all the way."

"Then it's time for your eyes to be cured."

Wen Bingchen and I are such never-ending arguments.

But come to think of it, they are neighbors and alumni after all. It's normal to play basketball together.

But in fact, it is far more than that, the movies they like, the analysis of many issues is always similar. Except for the different personalities, the others are really similar.

Wen Bingchen also went while skiing, he would. And he also borrowed a car, but at the time we didn't have a driver's license except for him.

So the three-hour drive was only for him alone.

An Luo sat in the co-pilot and was silent. Bean sprouts sleep in seconds on the car. I originally wanted to listen to the song, but Wen Bingchen had to pull me to chat, "Hey, I've been driving hard, you accompany me to talk, in case I get sleepy, you will be in danger." ”

"Don't make trouble, concentrate on driving, I'm in the prime of my life, I don't want to die with you."

"I can't see that you're still sparing your life."

"Of course, hey, why are you from Xinjiang, you don't look like a Xinjiang person."

"My parents work in Xinjiang, and their hukou has migrated."

"Then you have lived there since you were a child, Xinjiang is full of beautiful women, do they all dance?"

"I haven't lived in Xinjiang for too long, the girls in Xinjiang are very beautiful, and the scenery there is very good, so I have the opportunity to take you there."

"I envy the ethnic minorities, do you have any special culture? Do Mongolians live in yurts? Why aren't your names the same one there? ”

"Your geography is really bad, there are Mongolians in Xinjiang, but I am not a Mongolian. My father is from Tongliao, I was born there when I was a child, and then my parents divorced, I followed my mother back to Guangdong, with my mother's surname, but the name did not change. Later, my mother met my current father, who is not from Xinjiang, but works in Xinjiang, and our family has migrated there. ”

"Oh, I see. I'm sorry, I shouldn't be so gossipy. I'm just curious about the lives of ethnic minorities. ”

"There are also high-rise buildings in Inner Mongolia, and they don't all ride horses in cars. Xinjiang doesn't dance when you meet, and the law and order is actually quite good. ”

I think people really have some misunderstandings about certain regions. But that's unavoidable, because for a certain region, those "misunderstandings" are to some extent more common than other places, so it becomes a regional label.

It's just that with the development of the times, it seems that many boundaries and labels will fade. There is also a lot of traditional culture that is gradually disappearing. Is this really the progress of the times? I've always had this question.

"Nothing else to ask? My hobbies and stuff, I'd love to tell you. Wen Bingchen saw that I didn't speak anymore and asked.

"Concentrate on driving your car."

Me and Bean Sprouts, Anluo and I can't ski. But Anlo can skate, probably because he learns so quickly. And I fell with the sprouts. Skiing in the suburbs, we stayed one night and came back the next day.

In the evening, when we eat together, the bean sprouts are full of interest and have to drink. As a result, she poured down after a few glasses of wine.

An Luo and Wen Bingchen struggled to carry the bean sprouts back to the room. Anlo went to the bathroom.

Wen Bingchen and I were chatting on the balcony, and he had to talk to me seriously at this time: "You really don't think about me, I'm not joking with you." ”

"Not considered"

"Hey, it's really visionless. Then I have to be friends with you, but I'm afraid that you will have a long-term affection for me when the time comes."

"Don't worry, I can't be friends with you for life."

"Then you like Anluo?"

"Don't make a fuss, we're friends"

"Really?"

"Of course, we've known each other since junior high school. You won't understand. ”

"Don't you like sprouts? You can rest assured that buddy is an open-minded person who can understand. ”

"Can you have a good chat?"

"Then what kind of do you like, if you have too high vision, it is easy to die alone."

"It's not you, anyway."

An Luo heard the conversation between me and Wen Bingchen, and at that time, it was clear that we both had a place in each other's hearts. But they don't say it, maybe they are not sure what each other's psychology thinks, and they don't dare to pierce that protective film.

And my denial seemed to him to be a rejection. Against me, that's just a quibble. I can't admit that I like him without being sure if he has me in his heart, and I'm afraid I'll lose even the chance to be friends.

But it is because we are friends that we get closer, and it is also because we are friends that we pull apart.