A few simple words hit my inner world. It is a world that has never been set foot in by another person, a world simple and realistic, with a vision of the future but occasional doubts, and although it has been expected that someone will read it, it is also afraid that those who read it will hurt it. Does this person in front of me really want to read this world? Should I welcome her to read me?

It must have been my expression that betrayed me and made Zimu see something. "Don't think about it." Zimu's voice brought me back to my senses from the shock.

"Oh! No. I touched the back of my head with my hand and smiled awkwardly.

"Stupid!" Zimu smiled happily, apparently because the embarrassment I showed made her amused.

"Do you remember when we first met?" After a while, Zimu stopped smiling and asked me seriously.

Seeing that I nodded, Zimu continued the new topic. "You made a completely different impression on me at that time. You are very shy but willing to be friends with people like Fan Xin, introverted but also willing to show your true self in front of others, and will read your books seriously in the case of an outing, not to mention an outing with two beauties. ”

Zimu looked at me and smiled, and continued. "You lock yourself off, but you're also willing to be exposed to everything that's going on around you, sometimes cold, sometimes welcoming. I think you have your world, and your world must be rich, wonderful, heavy and bleak. Zimu looked at me, and I could feel that she was seriously recalling the bits and pieces of our time together, and I think she remembered.

"A lot of times I wonder what kind of environment made you who you are, so I really want to get to know you. You know that feeling, right? That's the kind of thing where you see a figure on the TV, and you want to take it apart and see where the person is. ”

I was amused by Zimu's metaphor, and she was wise enough to use such a child-amused metaphor. "I'm also curious about a lot of things, and when I was a child, I broke the TV at home. Ha ha! ”

"When I was a child, I would have such strange thoughts, but when I grew up, I didn't have them, and I slowly felt that everything around me was normal and inevitable, and I didn't think about whether there was really someone on the TV." Zimu's mood was very flat, and he didn't have any mood swings because of this joke.

"Later I realized that I had compromised." Zimu defined himself.

"No, it's not a compromise, it's just that you're used to it." Internally, I hate the word compromise, subconsciously denying her definition and trying to change her mind.

"Boiled frogs in warm water, I should be talking about it." She still defines herself in her own way.

Realizing that what I just said was akin to an argument, and this time I chose to shut up, and I don't think she would like me to have a verbal fight with her about it.

Zimu's hand subconsciously played on the blanket covering her knees, obviously, her heart fluctuated a lot, and as my gaze moved down, she stopped moving her hand as if nothing had happened.

"I realized that there was something wrong with my life, but I didn't know what the problem was, so that conversation on our park bench was there, and it was that chat that made me suddenly understand that there was something wrong with my life." Although what Zimu said seemed clear, I was a little at a loss, and I needed to take some time to remember what that chat was about, and at the same time, I needed to figure out what it meant to her.

"Everything has been taken for granted and I've lost motivation. On that day, you said that you were an ordinary person who worked hard for what he wanted. Although I don't know what you want, I envy you for having what you want and will fight for that goal. And me, I don't even know what I want. ”

"Everything around me seems to have been arranged, schools, hospitals, doctors, friends, and even lovers, everyone who can arrange it is someone who can arrange it for me, and I never need to think about why I have it, and I never have to think about why I will have it." Zimu seemed a little excited, she might have really seriously reflected on similar questions.

"A lot of people should envy you like this." I tried to calm her excitement, but it didn't seem to work.

"Are you envious?" She asked me rhetorically.

This stumped me, and I clearly knew that this question was definitely a question of sending points, and I didn't answer it positively.

"I don't think you would be envious." It seems to see my thoughts, Zimu didn't dwell too much on this issue. "If you were envious, you wouldn't be the person I know today."

I smiled back. "The environment changes people, and I believe this statement is true."

"Well, but the environment is a pot of water."

"Yes, people are like frogs. If the water temperature is comfortable, we are boiling frogs in warm water, and if the water temperature is high or cold, we will keep breaking free and running away, trying everything we can. I agreed with this analogy, and I couldn't help but get up from the swing and raise my voice a few decibels. Because of the inertia of standing up, the swing that swayed backwards hit back on my legs, which made me so clever that I had to sit back on the swing in embarrassment.

What a pleasant communication, two young people about 20 years old, together to understand the great truth of life. No matter what our background is, what our upbringing is, what our living environment is, or what difficulties we face, at this moment, we have a high degree of unanimity and a willingness to strive for our goals.

"So I want to thank you." After chatting happily about life and the pot of water and frogs, Zimu looked at me very seriously.

"You'd have figured this out without me." I said what was in my heart.

"Ever since I knew what my mother was doing for her death, I have been carrying the burden of thoughts, I have always felt that this will happen to me, and I have always been scared, and watching the people in my family do my job for me has made me feel that I will be like my mother. The feeling of knowing that my life was imminent made me have an indifferent attitude towards everything, and the people and things around me did not interest me, to put it simply, I accepted my fate and just waited for the day when the verdict was announced. Until I meet you and learn more and more about you, I will seriously reflect on myself. Zimu was clearly touched and confided in me his true inner feelings.

"Are you confessing to me?" I don't want her to get caught up in any negative emotions, I just want to use this kind of joke to ease the sentimentality in her heart.

"If you think so, I think it's okay." I didn't feel cramped by my words, but Zimu's sudden and courageous response overwhelmed me.

I didn't answer, and just let the atmosphere freeze.

I got up and pushed her and continued walking around the yard.

"It seems that I can't get my diploma." After the silence, she abruptly diverted from the subject.

"I'll get it, wait for you to come back."

"Hmmm! Come back and get it. ”

I felt that the two-hour conversation was very rewarding. At this moment, I felt needed, I felt that I had become her spiritual support, and I felt that there was a responsibility urging me to do better.

"Push me back! It's a bit cold. Zimu ended the afternoon in this way, ending our conversation.

Even if it's over, there are some things that will always be in my heart when I say it.