The train crawled slowly on the tracks, the noise of the summer cicadas drowned out the roar of the train, and the sun lay quietly and meekly on the branches.

Chen Yuanzhi raised his wrist, and the Qingdai blood vessels snaked to the watch, stopping abruptly.

There is still an hour. Chen Yuanzhi looked away and looked out the bright window.

I guess I'll be able to get there on time.

When the train arrived, a girl came across the seat, dragging a large suitcase, standing there with a red face and bewildered, as if she was cramped and didn't know how to place her suitcase.

Chen Yuanzhi glanced up at the top of his head.

Well...... For girls, at this height, it is really difficult to put a suitcase full of stuffed things.

When Chen Yuanzhi was thinking about this, an old man came over with a smile, "Sister, uncle is here to help you!" ”

The girl hurriedly said, "Thank you, uncle!" ”

Chen Yuanzhi looked away again and stopped paying attention.

Chen Yuanzhi looked at the scenery for a while, and when he turned around, he suddenly found that the girl sitting down opposite had been staring at her.

The girl noticed that she had turned her head, and hurriedly looked away.

Chen Yuanzhi didn't react. She had become accustomed to the gaze and gaze of others.

Out of the idea of making others less embarrassed, Chen Yuanzhi turned his head to look out the window again, thoughtfully pretending not to notice.

Just when Chen Yuanzhi was a little drowsy, the cushion beside her suddenly collapsed.

She opened her eyes and saw that it was the old man again, with a towel hanging around his neck, and he was talking to the girl opposite while drinking water.

Chen Yuanzhi turned her head to look out the window, but the sound of the two chatting continued to penetrate her ears.

"Girl, how old are you?"

"I'm 16."

"16 has grown so tall!" Chen Yuanzhi heard the old man slap his thigh violently, and let out a high and surprised tone.

"No, no, I'm not tall."

"You're going to Chunshen for high school, aren't you? Which high school? ”

"Dongjiang Middle School."

Chen Yuanzhi turned his head and looked at the girl opposite for the first time.

Fair-skinned, delicate-looking, wearing the most ordinary T-shirt and jeans, carrying a black canvas bag, there are no personalized decorations and design elements on the whole body.

Good baby?

Chen Yuanzhi lost interest again and turned his head again.

"Dongjiang Middle School is good!!" The old man's suddenly raised voice of joy caused an earthquake on Chen Yuanzhi's eardrums, "It's also a famous school in the entire Chunshen, it's very good!" The top student is here! ”

The girl seemed a little embarrassed, "No, no, no, it's really not ......"

Chen Yuanzhi: "......"

The topic of conversation between the two people became more and more, and gradually shifted to other places.

Chen Yuanzhi lowered her long eyelashes and fiddled with her phone, she opened the "Molten Nucleus" APP, and it didn't take long for a new feeling to appear on her planet-

"Catching the train met a young lady who was about to go to the same high school. To be honest, the process of taking transportation is really boring, and listening to other people's awkward conversations is also boring. ”

She swiped down and saw the two thoughts she had posted two months ago.

These two thoughts are closely related to each other, but the content is different.

The one underneath is relatively short, and it was posted a little earlier.

"The score is out, and I can just go to the high school I want to go to. Very happy. ”

That day.

Chen Yuanzhi looked out the window, the final green of the end of summer sang among the treetops, and she remembered the day two months ago, the day when the high school entrance examination was released.

Within 24 hours before the release of the list, as soon as Chen Yuanzhi opened the circle of friends, there were all kinds of transfer koi and high-score spray, as if everyone inevitably became superstitious at this moment.

Half an hour before the release of the list, thousands of people in the city crowded into a small program, nervously waiting for the opening time to arrive, and then poked at their mobile phone screens like hungry tigers.

Chen Yuanzhi is also one of them, she entered the candidate number and password over and over again, and by the twenty-first time, the words that popped up were finally no longer "please try again", but a report card with clear numbers.

Chen Yuanzhi opened WeChat almost immediately and sent a screenshot of the results to his mother.

She raised her hand to swipe through the other message boxes, replied to a few friends, and then clicked on the current message box.

She waited for a while, but there was no response.

Chen Yuanzhi opened the circle of friends and began to watch the dynamics of his friends.

As soon as the results of the high school entrance examination come out, some people are happy and some are worried, and if they do well in the exam, they will send a screenshot of the transcript and the results to the circle of friends;

Those who don't do well in the exam either express their sadness, or a long period of chicken soup copywriting is self-enlightening, or they reveal between the lines that it doesn't matter if they work hard to save face, or they proudly say that they can go through the back door with the relationship.

Chen Yuanzhi swiped the circle of friends, liked them one by one and left.

When I opened the message box again, my mother just made a voice call.

Chen Yuanzhi hesitated for a few seconds, but still clicked on.

"What's wrong? I know your results are out, and I have received a text message on my phone. ”

Huang Ye's last note of speech was slightly upturned, with a bit of haste when he was busy with work.

The sense of loss in his heart was suppressed, and Chen Yuanzhi pursed his lips, "...... It's nothing, it's just sent to you to see. ”

"Alas, the three simulations in the third year of junior high school are better than the high school entrance examination." Huang Ye sighed slightly on the other end of the phone, "I just opened it and took a look, why are your Chinese and history exams so much lower than usual?" Aren't these two subjects your forte? ”

Chen Yuanzhi's voice slowly turned cold, "How do I know." ”

"That's why I said, you shouldn't continue to paint in the third year of junior high school, it's impossible to take care of both, and you just won't listen to me."

"Why don't I have both?" Chen Yuanzhi suddenly spoke, "Am I on the list or what?" Haven't I crossed the cut-off score of Dongjiang Middle School now? ”

At the dinner table before, Huang Ye always liked to repeat a sentence: "With such an attitude, you will definitely not be admitted to Dongjiang Middle School." ”

Because of this sentence, Chen Yuanzhi studied hard in the third year of junior high school, just to tell Huang Ye that she was wrong.

"It's over, but how do you know if you work harder and won't do better? Do you dare to say that your language and history did not fail because you slackened in the end? Huang Ye's rebuke rushed towards her like a storm.

"If you used your spare time to study, to study Chinese and history, would you still get such a score? If you listen to me once and correct your learning attitude early, maybe you will go to the Yuanpei class of Dongjiang Middle School! ”

The more Chen Yuanzhi listened, the more expressionless she became, and finally she sneered, "In your eyes, I don't deserve to have spare time, I don't deserve to rest, just say no?" ”

"What is the direct relationship between my poor Chinese and history exams and my drawing? You're just, aren't you? How much do you know about the hard work I put into studying behind my back? And how much do you understand? ”

"What kind of attitude do you have! Are you talking to your mom like that!? A high-pitched, shrill female voice came from the receiver of the phone.

"In your eyes, my hobbies are some useless things, my hobbies can be thrown away if you want, trampled on if you want to, I really want to ask you, have you ever asked yourself? Have you ever respected my wishes?! ”

"I still have a Yuanpei class, I don't believe that I can pass the exam, you really believe me more than myself?" Chen Yuanzhi gasped and sneered, "You really like to say if, as if I really did what you said, your if it will come true." It's ridiculous! How many times am I going to tell you, there are no ifs in this world! ”

She hung up the phone, and the air in the room cooled suddenly, like a pot of boiling water being thrown into the Arctic Ocean.

In silence, she turned off her phone and sat in her chair for a long time.

She raised her hand and slowly wiped her eyes, and walked to the bathroom without saying a word.

Chen Yuanzhi was always tired of communicating with his mother. Over the years, it has been like this.

So she chose to gradually stop communicating.

She drooped her long eyelashes, which were still dripping, and her fingers were flying, and the second thought of that day came out at this time-

"Whether there is always an insurmountable gap between people, whether misunderstandings are always there and difficult to understand, whether it is futile to try to express, whether it is a lifetime, whether relatives and friends live a long life, or a husband and wife love each other, and children and grandchildren are full of laughter, we are still living alone."

She did feel lonely like never before at this moment.

No one really understands her inner thoughts, even the best girlfriend on the list, even her parents who have been with her for more than ten years.

They also tried to get closer to each other and tried to understand each other, but it didn't end well.

She looked at herself reflected on the screen, and suddenly a red dot jumped out of the air.

Someone commented on her impressions.

The Ronghe APP is an idea sharing APP that Chen Yuanzhi downloaded for only two weeks during the summer vacation, and she often puts her feelings on the APP.

What I want to say is sometimes too fragmented and too mixed. Those ideas that are not suitable for posting in the circle of friends or telling friends, she will choose to post them on the molten nugget.

There are not many users of this niche app, but as long as she thinks about it, there will always be a few people who comment on her, and this kind of pouring out the truth of her heart to strangers who don't know who she sees as a balance of self-silence about reality.

Chen Yuanzhi opened the comment area, and there was a paragraph lying quietly in the snow-white comment area.

- "It is true and normal that people are separated from each other by self and selfish desires, and it is difficult to understand each other. We can't see how others feel, and neither can others. ”

Chen Yuanzhi lowered his eyes and typed into the frame word by word, "What if it's someone who can't give up?" ”

The reply quickly popped up, "There is no real person who can't be abandoned." If it's a compatible person, you don't need to say much to understand each other, and if it's someone who is destined to walk side by side, you won't be separated no matter what. ”

Chen Yuanzhi pursed his lips, and was about to refute, when the man sent another sentence, "What you want to say is probably relatives, right?" ”

Chen Yuanzhi was stunned for a moment when he saw this.

The man then said, "If it's a loved one, you might as well lower your expectations." It is because people have too many expectations that they will slowly fall into disappointment. Why force soul resonance, there are very few people who can resonate with souls. ”

"For people who are difficult to part with but can't know each other, as long as they are not far apart, care about each other, and rely on each other, it is enough."

Chen Yuanzhi looked at this passage and couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.

It was a long time before she slowly settled her final question.

"Then how do you survive this loneliness?"

Chen Yuanzhi could vaguely feel that the person on the other side of the screen was also typing.

It didn't take long for a new reply to pop up -

"It's better to think of loneliness as the norm rather than a burden; See it as pride, not defeat. ”