After that, I asked my girlfriend to do me a favor. You don't know.

She came to find out if you know why I deleted you at my behest, and I decided at that time that if you knew, I wouldn't bother you anymore, and if you didn't know, we'd continue to be brothers. At the end of the day, I'm reluctant to lose you, even as an ordinary friend.

Girlfriend tell me, you don't know. So I was relieved to ask my best friend to ask you to add me.

Then, I slipped away very spinelessly, didn't dare to look at QQ again, and later, after an hour, I was mentally prepared and opened QQ to agree to the friend application.

One minute...... Two minutes...... Three-minute ...... Five minutes...... Ten minutes...... Half-hour......

There was a silence QQ, I was waiting, waiting for you to speak, but half an hour passed, and there was silence.

I can watch TV,Brush up on dynamics,Watch QQ with anticipation,No,Still nothing。

I finally couldn't take it anymore.

Qiqi: "......"

No one replied.

A few minutes passed.

I sent the same message again, and this time, you replied.

xx: In, in.

Qiqi: xx, you are really a very bad person.

You keep saying that you are terrible and want to think more about others, but you always forget the most important points.

This time, it's you.

xx: Yes.

Qiqi: If I don't come to talk to you, are you going to ignore me???

XX: No.

Qiqi: But isn't that how you behave?

xx: Alas, so to speak

XX: I'm really bad.

Seven Seven: ......

Then, you asked me why I deleted him, and you still didn't understand, and I said I wouldn't tell you.

Qiqi: I won't tell you,

Qiqi: You are really a straight man with low emotional intelligence.

At that time, it was obvious that I liked you, and the girlfriends around me also found out. But you don't seem to feel it.

I don't know whether to be happy or worried.

The next day, my best friend was horrified and forwarded me the record, it was you and hers.

XX: I c

xx: Actually, I don't think she'll like me

XX: But I don't think it's possible

xx: The three major illusions of life.

XX: She likes me

XX: Hopefully not true.

I was shocked, but in an instant, a voice in my heart was shouting, telling you the truth, why am I alone here to hurt for you, but you are good. It's better to tell you and let you decide.

But I didn't. My best friend and you were "friendly" to test it.

You say, for objective reasons, I'm too young, we're too far apart; For subjective reasons, you still like your girlfriend very much.

Moreover, the proportion of subjective causes is greater than that of objective causes.

I was really stupid at the time, and I believed it. So we play a game of friends, and the two of us know everything and know everything in our hearts, but we are still trying to go back to the way we used to be, the difference is that you give more time to your ex-girlfriend.

Now, I came to my senses, and it turned out that everything was just an excuse.

When you really like someone, all objective conditions are fake.

The only reason you just don't like me enough.

The brother game isn't fun, it's time to put an end to it.

A person's efforts are always tough. It's time for me to give up, too.

Next time you meet a very nice girl, please don't be too nice to her, don't treat her as a brother, I don't want her to follow in my footsteps and I'll be jealous.

XX, thank you for showing up and being a part of my life, but now is also the time for you to withdraw from my life and become a memory.

Don't come to me, don't come to me, I want to let go of you, and let myself go completely.

That's what we are, it's the best ending. Please treat that girl well, she must have done something good in her last life to save the galaxy, and I, in my last life, may have just been a stumbling block for her, so I will pay off my debts in this life.

Before seeing the enemy, they were killed.

See you again. ”

After I finished typing this paragraph, the whole person collapsed and leaned against the wall, hiding my face and crying, I told myself that this is the last time, cry for you. It's really the last time.

(To be continued)