Someone cautiously asked,

Can I tell you something, but it involves your privacy, but I still want to say it.

This piqued my interest, and after waiting for her for a while without responding, I jokingly replied,

Do you want to know my ID number?

She still didn't respond, it stands to reason that she should be anxious at this time, but I became anxious, what could involve my privacy? It's also too appetizing.

After a while, a message finally popped up on the screen.

She said that she read the article I wrote when I said that I was commenting on the provincial class, and said that it was no wonder that I was so wrong at that time; I read the article that someone asked me about it a long time ago, saying that he didn't do much, did he offend me.

Aside from my mom, this is the first time that a reader has taken the initiative to send me a message after reading what I wrote, which is really flattering.

I said don't care, it's all emotional trash cans and stuff.

She said that she also read the previous article, saying that the text is getting deeper and deeper later. I wanted her to read another book I had written, but it seemed that I couldn't hold my mind anymore, and I laughed a few words in accord. Speaking of the nosebleed during the previous experiment, he even asked a few thoughtful questions.

Finally,

Let me pay attention to my body, I think they are all good and stuff like that.

I suddenly remembered that during the previous winter vacation, I wrote a large article about high school reminiscences, and added back my high school friends who had been deleted for a long time, and showed her the programming of the cherry blossom tree I wrote.

Sakura had been on the programming interface for a long time, and she was a little impatient halfway through

"Ah,,, aren't you okay yet...

"Okay... Slow.. Yikes! ”

“。。。。”

"Huh?"

The branches and flowers were finally painted, and at the end her name popped up under the cherry blossom trees to say Happy New Year.

That's right, it was supposed to be sent to her for the New Year, but according to the online tutorial, step by step, I was very excited to finally make it, so I showed it to her in advance.

"I think you're really, pretty good right now."

"Huh?"

"It just feels like it's sunny, it's just good."

She said in the middle of the meeting with the faint sound of electricity.

"Haha, it may be that this part of Tianjin is more open, and I have heard it."

"Hmm,,,,! Ah, I want to talk to you a little more, okay?"

"Yes. Huh? Do your roommates speak Shaanxi dialect? I just heard it in tongues. I laughed

"No, wow, how can there be, people are Tibetan, you can understand dialects."

"Hahaha"

"Well,,, the one before, it's the one in high school, in fact, we're all wrong, not alone"

"Huh? You're still thinking about this, I'm all light. I laughed.

"Gee, I don't care that much... That said..."

"By the way, I'm writing those high school articles now, do you want to read them?" I asked

"Huh? Don't look! She came back with determination

"Oh, it's not what you think, look at it." I said

"Don't look, don't look." She returned

"Oh, I'll send it to you, it's not just this, it's mostly other people."

I talked about the general content, and she finally wanted to look,

"Oops, I saw my roommate's novel before.,It's about the protagonist writing his friend into a memoir.,And then the friend found out.,Lawsuit.,And killed someone,,,, or something,,,, Oh, don't talk about it, it's too scary,,, be careful when you write.。。。。

I said yes, no problem.

I sent it to her every new chapter, but I found that the more I wrote, the more immersed I became.

"My roommate said that he was suspected of being cocooned." She later returned like this in WeChat.

The more I thought about it, the more I was resisting time to go backwards. I used to think that good things were left in the past, but I don't feel that way now, I don't think anything is good now.

"Indeed, I also found out that it is indeed a cocoon. I still don't write it, hahaha. ”

"This is the high school paragraph I wrote earlier, if you are interested, you can take a look."

I sent the novel I had written earlier, about her melancholy at that time. Realize that the past is not admonished, and those who know the future can be traced. I had been going around in circles for a long time, and then I realized that she had already surpassed herself. I took a few steps forward, then went backwards, and now I was finally trying to climb forward.

"You're really good, really. But you still have to be kind to yourself in the future. ”

I've found that everyone who reads my novels, if they have feelings, is two sentences.

You are really good, pay attention to the body.

I later deleted her, and I couldn't even grasp the expectations of others, and I was afraid of this anxiety.