As the saying goes, "poor people must have something to hate", after school in the evening, I returned to the dormitory alone, facing the cold walls and narrow wooden bed, I couldn't help but think of Amei, but I didn't have the courage to contact her again.

In the room, the lights dimmed, as if shadows were spreading. I sat alone on the edge of my bed, plunging my left and right brains into a fierce tug-of-war, as if in a life-and-death duel, where only the winner was qualified to decide what to do next.

I pondered: should I text her, or should I call? If I choose to text, how do I say that? What should I do if she doesn't reply to messages? If I choose to make a phone call, how do I open the chatterbox? What if she doesn't answer the phone? …… Everything was a problem that left me tangled, my central nervous system was in disarray, and I almost fell into schizophrenia.

Time seemed to be carrying a thousand pounds of burden, and at around 22:00, I still had no clue. Since I was naturally stupid, I had to repeat the same trick - her questions and my words in the notebook. These well-prepared words may seem like a joke to others, but for me, they are indispensable courage.

The night was getting thicker and thicker, the wind outside the window seemed to be asleep, and my thoughts jumped on the pages like a marathon of the soul. Around 23 o'clock, I finished finishing the speech. However, I still didn't feel at ease, and spent another half an hour repeatedly scrutinizing, as if I was considering a big contract worth tens of millions.

It wasn't until 23:45 that I was mentally prepared to charge into battle and die unfortunately, and finally mustered up the courage to call Amei with my fingers that were shaking like chaff.

At that time, the first call was not answered, and the second call was still not answered, I texted her with deep doubts and anxiety: "Amei, have you slept?" Can you answer my phone? ”

After the text message was sent, I kept staring at the screen of my phone, anxiously waiting for Amei's reply. It's like a blind person looking for a way out of an underground labyrinth.

Unexpectedly, she replied at the speed of late-night online customer service: "It's so late, don't call, I'll talk about it tomorrow!" ”

I was like a boat stuck in the Suez Canal, in a dilemma, but I didn't give up and pleaded: "Can you take it?" ”

Finally, she answered the phone. She had no intention or disdain to fight, but under my repeated invitations, she finally had to fight. At this time, she only needs to use a knife or a shot, and I can be defeated instantly.

Just listened, on the other end of the phone, she was breathing a little fast, and her speech was in a state of silence. I called in the middle of the night, regardless of the time, without asking Xidong, but I could clearly hear her breathing and the heartbeat of the night.

I guess she must have run to the corner of the hallway to answer the phone in order not to disturb her roommate's rest (she had previously told me in a text message that there were eight people living in her dorm), and I was even worried about whether the hallway would be too dark and if she would be scared alone......

My heart, like frost in a cold night filled with a desolate breath, asked with trembling vocal cords, "Amei, can you ...... Can you tell me that you are with him...... ...... with him How did it come together? ”

She was silent for a while, and finally said, "This is my business, and it has nothing to do with you!" ”

"How can you say that it has nothing to do with me?"

"It's a private matter between me and him!"

"Now that you've come together, why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"I think...... Nothing happened between us either! So, I didn't tell you about it! ”

I took a deep breath and begged, "Can you tell me how you got together?" ”

She hesitated for a moment, then asked, "What's the point of you knowing this?" ”

I tried to keep myself calm and pretended to be light-hearted and responded, "Of course it makes sense, after all, we're friends too!" ”

She fell silent again.

……

At that time, we were in a stalemate on the phone for more than an hour. In this stalemate, I not only understood her resoluteness, but also identified myself as a pathetic "third party".

After this phone call, although I got the so-called truth, I was willing to give up, as if I had to find out what the secret of the Mona Lisa's smile was.

At that time, the "war situation" also took a big turn because of this, and I no longer had the courage to call her, but became desperate to call her. I didn't let go of this matter, and I called her for several days in a row, like a crab biting someone's hand, and refused to let go easily!

Under my entanglement, she never said anything, and at this time, it was like an embankment that was constantly hit by a flood, gradually disintegrating. She finally relented, and said on the other end of the phone one night: "I was interning in Shishi at the time, and one night I was working overtime in the office, and he walked in from outside drunk and suddenly hugged me...... Then kissed me......"

After hearing this, I was furious, and at the same time, I seemed to have knocked over a vinegar bottle, and asked in a knotted voice, "You...... Why...... Let him kiss? ”

"I was defenseless! I haven't reacted yet! ”

"Then why didn't you push him away? He's playing drunk, you know? ”

"Nope! He was drunk, but he wasn't drunk! ”

"He took advantage of you, and you said he wasn't drunk!"

"Maybe he ...... me," Amei said again.

"He only kissed you because he was drunk, he didn't say he liked you, you have to wake up!"

"It's my business, you don't have to worry about it so much, okay!"

Hearing this, the vinegar bottle in my heart that had already been knocked over instantly made the "acid" flow all over the body. This "sourness" flowed wantonly, and conspired with the "sorrow" in my heart—it turned into "sourness", which made my voice tremble: "Just because he kissed you drunk, do you want to be with him?" ”

"No, in the days that followed, I was very nervous when I saw him at work every day, and I felt uncomfortable when I didn't see him for a day...... And just like that, I grew to like him! ”

In my impression, Amei has always been white and flawless, and it is hard to imagine that such sensual words could come out of her mouth. After repeated speculation, as pure as her, by this "mischievous kiss", she should feel that the "drunk" has long been interesting to her, and therefore thinks that this is a god-given fate, so it is inevitable to have the illusion of "love with a kiss".

The "sourness" in my heart kept rolling, and tears gradually overflowed from my eyes, and then my eyes blurred and asked, "I want to know, what is he doing to you?" ”

"It's my business, please don't worry about it so much, okay?"

"I can leave it alone, then you tell me, is he good to you?"

"He's usually busy...... But I think he's okay with me! ”

"What's OK? Okay, how's it okay? Is it because you're busy...... Can it be bad for you? ”

"He's my boyfriend now! I can understand his dedication to his work and the difficulty of socializing outside......"

As everyone knows, if you want to wake up an innocent woman from the inextricable "love", the difficulty is like climbing to the sky.

At that time, my heart was like ashes, and my "sour" soul was pouring down with tears, and was quickly swallowed up by the boundless night. However, I kept thinking back to the "drunk" who snatched the first kiss, and let the anger continue to burn in my heart, as if I was about to burn my body.

I hate her ruthlessness, and I hate his hooligans even more - he played a drunken mania and forcibly snatched Amei's first kiss, and his "badness" got Amei's "love...... However, it doesn't work, it really responds to Ah Yi's sentence: "Men are not bad, women are not loved"?

Anger is a beast that is out of control, and the more I think about it, the more angry I become, and I even begin to feel injustice for Amei. He, an ugly man, must be punished for his filthy deeds, and I, a hot-blooded youth, must be the one to stand up for Ame. Throughout the night, I was so confused that I couldn't help myself. If he appeared in front of me at that time, no matter how tall and mighty he was, I would use all my strength, even with the help of some invincible secret weapons, I would beat him to the bottom!

Since I learned that the "drunkard" was not good for Amei, I was both indignant and worried, and then a spark of justice ignited in my heart, and I was determined to have a good talk with him and let him understand a truth - if you decide to be with Amei, you can't let her have a trace of grievance and half a sadness!

So, I asked Ame for his information: "What's his name?" What is the mobile phone number? ”

"Why do you ask so much?"

"Can you please tell me? I just wanted to make things clear to him! "I feel like a righteous knight, ready to embark on a journey to free the princess.

"Tell me what? What is there to say between you? ”

"I will never allow him to treat you badly!"

"Whether he's good to me or not, don't worry about you!"

"I'm not trying to care, I just want to talk to him!"

"I won't tell you! Please don't ask me again! ”

I asked again and again, but she always said no. Since then, I have deeply understood the essence of Tang Seng's "broken thoughts" in "Journey to the West", which are more terrifying than the use of mana - ask every day, ask perseveringly. She was soft-hearted, and finally couldn't resist it, so she recruited me from the truth late one night: "His name is Xiaoqiang, phone number: 138*******"

When I got his phone number, I had mixed feelings: anger, nervousness, and even a hint of joy...... As for this joy, I can't put it into words, it's a kind of subconscious self-suggestion, suggesting that I have at least found a point of focus. If this focus is really accurate, maybe it can pry away the earth of "love"!