Today is World Book Day, thank you to those who open this book to read.

The greetings are over, back to the story.

On the way back to the Kapok Hotel with Erya, Erya asked me, "How often do you go to this dessert shop?" ”

I knew that Erya was asking Yu Huasai about giving me 200 yuan. I shook my head and said, "No. I've been here with friends once before. The two of them rushed to pay, so they gave an extra 200 to the boss. ”

Erya suddenly gave me a very strange look.

"And there are girls who are grabbing the bill with you?"

"Why does it have to be a girl?" I argued.

"Are there two big men eating dessert together?!"

I can't refute Erya's question, because she is so reasonable, I am naturally speechless. Fortunately, I crossed the street and arrived at the lobby of the Kapok Hotel, where I could simply and rudely filter out her questions.

We took the elevator back to the poetry meeting site and quietly slipped into the venue and sat down.

Erya asked me if there were any big-name celebrities or anything like that today. I pointed to her with my eyes, "No, the one in the middle, Corn Baba, our special guest, is the biggest coffee of the day." ”

"Is that the writer who flooded your manuscript?" Erya asked me.

I nodded.

Erya shook her head. "Failure to keep one's word is not a good quality."

I thought I was bringing Erya to see the world and open my eyes, but it turned out to be a philosophical discussion with Erya, how could it be linked to personal quality.

"Listen well, and learn a lot." I said to Erya.

Erya glanced at the guests at the scene, and then whispered to me, "Are they all screen names?" ”

I corrected her, "It's called a pen name, a pen name, not a screen name." ”

Erya gave me a roll of the eyes, "I feel like this is a large netizen meeting." ”

You have a good point, and I am speechless again.

Seeing that I was silent, Erya once again took the initiative to provoke the topic, "You didn't invite the Xiaoqiu, Dachun, Xiaoqiu, the newcomer you mentioned to me before, who feels very interesting...... Hehe......"

"Invited, the other party is not available." My tone was a little unfriendly, not that Erya asked me about something I was unhappy about, but that I was really a little unhappy with Xie Xiaoqiu's ignorant performance.

Seeing that I was not very happy, Erya smiled instead. "It doesn't feel good to be rejected...... Hehe......"

I suddenly felt that Erya's way of speaking "hehe" at the mention of Xie Xiaoqiu made me feel a little physiologically uncomfortable, and goosebumps all over my body rose.

"We'll listen to it later," I said, "and I'll have to go through the draft." ”

So, the world was finally quiet.

……

In 2010, I often met Tintin on the HKUST campus.

We don't speak, we just nod and smile. Laugh at the past.

If my judgment is correct, Tintin hasn't been in a relationship for a long time since I broke up with me, because I either saw her walking alone on campus, or I saw her walking with other girls, and I never saw her hang out with boys.

It's just that I have always been full of curiosity and questions about why Huahua had to ask Ding Ding to eat, and the two of them whispered something at the dinner table.

Finally, when I ran into Tintin on campus again, I spoke.

"Do you have time?" I still had a smile on my face, just a little embarrassed and forced.

"Yes...... Is there something wrong? Tintin asked me. Apparently she was also frightened by my sudden stop, and was momentarily overwhelmed.

"Let's have a meal together, shall we?" I asked tentatively.

"Is there something wrong?" Same problem, but this time Tintin was visibly much more emotionally stable.

"It's nothing...... "I still don't dare to look Tintin in the eye," "just have a meal together." ”

"Let's go later......" Tintin didn't seem to wait for the answer she was expecting, "My roommate introduced me to a boy and made an appointment to have dinner together in the evening." ”

I believe Tintin wasn't lying.

I'll admit, I don't like Tintin. The short relationship with her was completely because of the anger of the second girl and the four rings. But when I heard Tintin tell me that I was going to meet a new boy, I still felt a little uncomfortable, like I had lost something.

It's a bit like we're reluctant to give away things that don't have much use value for us, because memories are priceless beyond use.

"Oh...... Then bless you......" I said and ran away.

I didn't even know what to bless her, I just had a strong sense of loss that hit my heart.

Not long after, Ding Ding's QQ space posted a photo of her traveling with a boy.

If my memory doesn't lie, the location seems to be Huangshan.

I silently extinguished this relationship in my heart with an idealistic way of thinking. As soon as it is made public, it is in Huangshan? Doesn't this mean that the relationship is going to be yellow, and the two are going to break up? (It's completely homophonic stalks, and there is no disrespect for Huangshan.) Read 10,000 books, it's better to travel 10,000 miles, when you don't read, go to Huangshan to play~~)

Since then, I've rarely seen Tintin on campus because I've gotten more used to walking with my head down. I also rarely visit her QQ space.

Later, WeChat slowly replaced QQ, and the circle of friends also slowly replaced QQ space, I don't have Ding Ding's WeChat, and I can't see her circle of friends.

About the second year of our undergraduate graduation, Ding Ding once again uploaded a photo on QQ space, which was a wedding photo.

My crow's mouth did not manifest, and the groom was the boy who accompanied her on the Yellow Mountain. Their relationship is not yellow, and neither of them is broken.

Another year later, I saw a picture of their baby. It's a boy.

So, that question hung in the balance. After so many years, I never asked Tintin again, nor did I get an answer from Huahua's mouth.

It's just that the story that Huahua told me and Yu Hua at Yibo Yuntian a few days ago made me have some rough guesses about the purpose of Huahua coming to Wuhan and making a special trip to Dingding.

In the world of feelings, they are people on a front, even rivals in love. I used to be Flowey and Tintin's target. It's just that the goal in my eyes has always been Erya. Their laughter may be self-deprecation, and their whispers are probably a kind of sigh that they are stupid girls at the end of the world, why should they have known each other when they meet.

So, in that relationship with Tintin, one of the things I've always been most proud of is that emotion triumphs over physiology, even though this physiology is just a form of self-deception. But in the entanglement with Huahua, although I always thought that I had never entered, let alone hurt, after all, I can't like you because you like me, I have to like you, but that night's drunken bastard has finally become my biggest knot.

We all hope that we will be fraternal, and we also hope that we would rather the people of the world bear me than the people of the world. It's a pity that love is not a dinner party, you can't invite a group of people to a party at the same time and in the same place, even if you have plenty of time, a full wallet, and plenty of feelings. All you can do is take seriously everyone who sits across from you to eat with you. Because some people, eating and eating, change their tastes......