It's eleven o'clock at night. I was lying in the hospital bed, not sleepy at all. Keep your eyes on the phone screen. Why hasn't her news come yet? "Lulu Lulu ..." The phone finally rang, and I opened it and said, "Have a good dream tonight, good night!" Rest assured to sleep.
I have been supported by this short message for two months. Every morning when I turn on my mobile phone, there will always be a text message, sometimes it is: "It's so cold this morning, please put on more clothes!" " Sometimes it is: "Good morning, I hope you are happier today. "
I am the victim of my parents' failed marriage. After the parents divorced, my mother died in a car accident while preparing to marry Taiwan Province Province. My rich and powerful father married my stepmother, who is 20 years younger than my father and only one year older than me. My father loves her far more than my son.
Two months ago, I was hospitalized with hepatitis. My father seldom had time to accompany me, and his spirit almost collapsed. I am depressed every day, and I really want to die with my mother several times. The neighbor's bed is an old man in his fifties. Because of illness, his face is sallow and his hair is sparse, but he is in good spirits and has no company. Only his son who goes to work brings him meals after work, and he often comforts me: "Young man, cheer up, this illness is nothing. You are so young, you will definitely get through it. "
He is also very lonely, playing mobile phone every day. One day, when he saw that I was really upset, he said to me, "Young man, the hospital doesn't have the conditions to access the Internet. You feel lonely. Chat with your mobile phone. If you dial 05988, you will find a girl to chat with you. " Then he personally helped me choose a nickname. Just a few minutes later, a young lady nicknamed "Lili" sent me a short message: "Hello, I am the goddess of happiness, and I will bring you happiness."
People are particularly eager for spiritual comfort when they are sad. I poured my pain and troubles on this happy goddess. She used a girl's unique gentleness to soothe my broken heart carefully. Slowly, we talked about everything. She sends me text messages on time every morning and evening. In this way, texting her and reading her news became the spiritual pillar of my hospital life.
One day, I came back from a walk outside and saw that the bed next door was cleaned. "What happened to him?" I asked the nurse who gave me the injection. "I can't do it anymore. I went to a special ward. " My heart is heavy, and I feel sorry for this amiable and respectable old uncle.
A month later, I finally overcame my illness and walked out of the hospital. The first thing I did when I got home was to call Lily. Although I know her phone number, I called, but she never answered. She said to answer my phone when I got better. How much I miss her now, and I am eager to hear her voice! I want to thank her personally for the happiness she brought me when I was in the most painful time. But it took a long time for the other party to answer the phone. "Hello, I'm out of the hospital!" I can't wait to say. The other person's voice is very low and hoarse, and it is still a man's voice. "Congratulations!" Then there was a long sigh.
"Hello, are you ..." Just want to ask, the other party has hung up.
Later, when I dialed this number again, it became an empty number. Dialed several times, but it still doesn't work.
Two months later, I went to the hospital for reexamination, and I accidentally saw my mobile phone number on a stack of medical records. I asked the doctor, and the doctor told me that this mobile phone number belongs to the elderly in my ward. I was so shocked that I couldn't speak. Suddenly, my skirt was wet with tears.
Youth is like a dream, and friendship is like a song.
Mo Yu does not have QQ.
Actually, the shallow string should have thought of it. Every time I ask her about QQ, she says in a panic that she forgot. Then shallow string don't ask, mo yu then bypassed the topic.
"I don't have a computer at home." Mo Yu wrote in his diary. Her family's economy is not so good, and the unit often defaults on wages. Her parents are very helpless. Mo Yu also understands.
Shoko Asahara asked her about QQ this time, and she was tongue-tied.
"devoted to the rain, you always say forget. You won't remember the QQ number. Do you still treat me as a friend? " She held her arms, cocked her head, stamped her feet and asked angrily.
Mo Yu avoided her dissatisfied eyes and was a little at a loss. Open your mouth to say something, but nothing comes out.
"Say it." "I don't have QQ." She admitted it. There is really nothing to hide. Throwing caution to the wind She lowered her head and her clenched fists kept shaking.
The students talking and laughing next to them seem to have heard Mo Yu's words, and they are talking about it in succession.
"Oh, she doesn't have QQ."
"No wonder clothes so soil, poor. Computers can't afford it! "
"A few days ago, she also said that she forgot her QQ number. Today she said there is no QQ. Alas, it used to be a lie. "
"She only shallow string this one friend. Hey, I read in the newspaper the other day that Asako's father committed corruption and is now in prison! "
Shallow string heard the last sentence, stare big eyes, grabbed the classmate's collar and shouted angrily: "What did you say?" ! Say it again, boy! "Tears vaguely swirling in her eyes.
It was the rain that separated them to avoid some accidents. Shallow string very grievance, ran down the stairs, quietly crying in a corner.
Suddenly, there were more shadows under her feet. She looked up curiously and turned cold when she saw the strange rain.
"I don't need your crocodile tears comfort! I don't need anyone's sympathy!
"My dad really committed the crime of corruption? I don't want your pity!
"It's all your fault! If it weren't for you, would Yu He mention it? Maybe she has forgotten! "
From beginning to end, Mo Yu didn't say a word. There is nothing false or sympathetic in her sad expression. She squatted down quietly, looked at the excited eyes of the shallow string, and evoked a shallow wry smile on her mouth. She reached out her dark hand and stroked the strings of shallow black hair, wiping away the crystal tears in her eyes. Seeing her waiting for a while, her lips moved and she made a "follow me" mouth.
Shallow string zheng slightly, some hesitation, but still stood up.
Mo Yu also stood up, and then turned and ran. Shallow string chased after, eager to know where she was taking her. With the advantage of long legs, she easily caught up with Mo Yu. But she didn't run past her, just ran at the same speed as her.
When I arrived at a quiet place, although there was ugly moss next to it, the place was very quiet. Unexpectedly, there is such a place on campus.
The two girls stopped almost at the same time, holding their legs to catch their breath.
"Shallow string, I'm sorry." Mo Yu took the initiative to hold the shallow string white hand and said sorry.
Shallow string paused, didn't break her hand, also didn't speak.
"In fact, I should have told you from the beginning that I didn't have QQ, and I shouldn't have lied to you for so long. I'm so stupid. Also, your father is corrupt, don't be too sad. If this is bad for your health, you should be optimistic. Don't be depressed, you should accept this fact. I didn't accept it at first. "
"What about you? Your father also ... "
Before she finished, Moyu covered her mouth. She looked around and saw no one, relieved, "a slip of the tongue. Don't talk nonsense. " Then the hand covering your mouth naturally came down.
Shallow string nodded slightly and apologized to her. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done this to you. In fact, you are quite good. "
"I shouldn't have lied to you. I should have told you from the beginning that I don't have QQ. "
Then, the two girls started laughing.
Laugh, sit on the ground and cry.
That's good.
Mo Yu didn't tell her that her father was corrupt.
Shallow string didn't tell her, and she didn't have QQ.
Friendship: gray
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I am gray and you are white. We should be contradictory individuals, but 14 years we have been supporting each other on parallel lines, although the process is tortuous.
However, after 14 years of running-in between my gray and your white, I still can't blend into a perfect color mixing.
Strange, my gray is obviously stained with your semi-white, and your white is obviously mixed with my semi-gray. Why can I only be gray and you can only be white in the end?
I don't understand. I try to turn my gray into white, and you try to turn your white into gray. Why, why in the end, we can only be gray that we can't cross for a lifetime?
-Bathing on the Mountain with Flowers
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When I was in junior high school, all I saw was gray.
The sky is gray, the earth is gray, flowers are gray, grass is gray, rivers are gray, mountains are gray, cats are gray, and even people are gray.
But your little white, so inadvertently floated into my sight, produced a strong visual effect, thus stationed in my heart.
Since then, we have been swinging together, playing with mouse cages, singing karaoke songs together, going to the lake together, idolizing together, buying gadgets together, eating big meals together, traveling together, doing homework together, going to high school together after graduating from junior high school, going to college together after graduating from high school, and working together.
Counting by the fingers-14 years, it turns out that we have cried, laughed, quarreled, had a cold war, and were better off, separated, and better off.
14 years, what an amazing number!
You always say to me, "Be happy! One day, I will try to fill your world with my white and erase all your gray! "
I will always say to you, "Don't be silly. I am afraid that before that day comes, my gray will devour your poor and precious white, so leave me quickly! "
Although I said that, my heart was secretly pleased for a while.
You said that you would never leave me, and you would pull me from the gray area to the sunny white.
These words sound warmer than the spring sunshine! Whether it is true or not, my world seems to have gradually become transparent.
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I like listening to you sing Stephanie's songs. When your explosive power almost explodes the microphone, I will see many shiny fragments coming out of your generation and shooting into my skin and heart, giving me a new inch of space.
My gloom is replaced by your brilliance inch by inch. Unconsciously, I was surprised to find that I actually knew how to smile again.
In order to thank you, I always get up slowly, suppress my body and mind, and start to sing Fish Leong without confidence.
Your eyes are always shining with lovely eyes, and I know it is your deliberate encouragement and white friendship.
At that moment, all the misfortunes I encountered earlier than my peers were not misfortunes. I began to believe that God really didn't abandon me, and the angel's light ring is still in your palm.
Your soul is whiter than the wings of an angel. You always put a halo on my timid head when I was most helpless, and smiled and said to me, "The misfortune will definitely pass, because the white light is coming."
"Impossible. God has given you all the whiteness of the world, and endless gloom will drag my scarred body through a long, long period of mud! You'd better leave here! Otherwise, your whiteness will be polluted by my gloom! You will also become unfortunate! "
"As long as you can start to be happy, I am willing to transfer my whiteness to you bit by bit until you wash away all the gloom!" I remember you smiling and saying to me, "You know what? Laughing is simply more beautiful than the moon! "
The same, you know? I haven't said a word, maybe you don't believe it-when you said this to me, the fragments you transplanted into my body began to play the role of light energy, which made my body and mind begin to wake up. Just like hyacinthus orientalis in spring, there is an impulse to cut off its stinking and rotten roots and sprout again.
Perhaps, it will really be like what you said, and one day my world will also release infinite white light! At that time, will you still smile at me by my side?