Secret Love · Orange Raw Huainan

Chapter 110 2014 Postscript: A Long Goodbye (2)
I walked over stiffly, and my mother pulled me over with an innocent face and introduced: "This is ××'s mother."

Nonsense, of course I know!

XX's mother is a neat and enthusiastic person. After a few pleasantries, I saw XX approaching with a blank face, ignoring the other two people present, pulling his mother's arm and saying two words:
"Let's go."

...Let's go.

His mother nodded to us with a smile, took XX's schoolbag, and the mother and son walked away affectionately.

My mother smiled at me meaningfully and said something that I will never forget.

"Your future mother-in-law and daughter-in-law relationship will be difficult."

"What the hell are you trying to do?" My face was already cramped.

"Standing bored outside, when I heard her mention 'our family ××', I walked over and chatted with her casually." My mother smiled like a spring breeze, "You like that ××? Why is it like a robot? ?”

I vaguely heard the "click" sound of our mother-daughter relationship breaking.

In fact, I know my mother's intentions.She feels that ×× is not worthy of liking.However, what she couldn't answer me was, what exactly is "like"?Is it possible to find a reason for the occurrence of emotion?Like is a broken faucet, rationality tells you it's not worth it, but it's futile to tighten it, and it's hard to get back the emotion.

That night, I took my mother's arm and walked home slowly.Overhead was a gray sky, pregnant with the first snow.

My mother felt my depression, suddenly squeezed my hand, and said: "His mother has known you for a long time, knows that you study literature, which class you used to be in, and knows that you write very well in composition."

"Really?"

"Yeah." Mom laughed, "Really. Besides, she said that XX told her."

Even though I knew that these basic information were likely to come from XX’s mother’s dense intelligence network and had nothing to do with XX, I was instantly happy: “Is there anything else, besides composition?”

"Nothing."

"Ah..." I was very disappointed.

"Hey, by the way, his mother said you are beautiful."

"real?!"

"...I made it up."

The relationship between mother and daughter made a "click" sound for the second time.

My mom never stopped teasing me about xx.Even when we went to the supermarket to buy schoolbags together, we had different opinions, she would definitely point to the one she liked and say, "This looks like a style that XX can carry." It seems that I will listen to it Like her.

Yes, I did listen to her.

I have always wondered if she dared to be so unscrupulous because she was convinced that ×× would not be able to talk to me.

The better XX is, the more I am willing to appreciate him purely; the more ordinary XX's image is, the more I want to get close to him, as if I want to cruelly disillusion my own illusions through actual examples.

So this winter, when my mother accompanied me to Beijing to participate in the self-enrollment interview, I mustered up the courage to say hello to XX for the first time.

In the hall of the science teaching building, I was holding a pile of forms in my hand, waiting for my mother by the pillar, and suddenly I saw XX walking out of the classroom next to me with no expression on his face.

When he passed by me, I suddenly mustered up my courage, lifted my spirits and smiled and said, "Hey, ××."

Then he walked away, didn't look at me, didn't stop.

I stood there for a while, then raised my right hand, pulled my left arm, and said, "Let's go."

For this story, my mother's evaluation is: "Hahahahahahaha."

But I still remember that at the gate of the science building, I saw his parents walking away with him.Candidates and parents who came to and from the door were interview candidates and parents. Everyone looked anxious and excited, and they listened to other people's backgrounds and rumors.I raised my eyes and saw a blue magpie with a long tail sitting on a branch, tilting its head and looking at us.

What does this magpie think of us?I've always wondered.

×× got the admission qualification.I am very grateful to the strict and rigid head teacher in their class, because he rigidly stipulated that the group of contestants must still come to class every day, so I was able to see XX often in the last semester of high school.

I know which T-shirt he likes to wear, and I also discovered the rules of his matching clothes, small movements, walking posture, the shape of the back of his head... I guess I am more familiar with his father's back than Zhu Ziqing.

During that time, my favorite game was to flip a coin.My good friend in the liberal arts class is a very lively and very shy girl who can tell dirty jokes out loud and can be too scared to fart when she sees a guy she likes.The food in the cafeteria was so bad, we went ahead, just so we could play the coin tossing game when we entered the door.

The people she likes often hang out on the first floor, and the people I like often hang out on the second floor.We need to use the front and back of the coin to decide which floor to eat today.

A friend said: "This is not a game, this is a divination." We obey God's arrangement, and we must save a little bit of good luck and not be too willful, so that we can get what we want on key things.

We considerately never asked each other's "that person"'s name, and have been calling them "your honey" and "my honey" shamelessly.I am very grateful to this game so far, allowing the unspeakable ×× in my heart to appear in a safe field, and I can talk about it to my heart's content, as if as long as I am willing, he will really become who I am.

High school life is over.

In the summer after the college entrance examination, I unexpectedly received a call from a stranger who claimed to be a colleague of XX’s mother. Her daughter was studying liberal arts and was very disobedient. I hoped that I could chat with her daughter and “shock” her by setting an example.

If my mother had arranged this for me, I would have lost my temper a long time ago, but when the other party said that it was recommended by ××’s mother and highly appreciated it, I was overjoyed and immediately nodded wildly on the phone, bringing the phone line Also flickering.

I remember sitting by the flower bed with that little girl who broke her mother's heart, and she suddenly asked me: "Do you people who study well also secretly fall in love?"

I couldn't laugh or cry, nodded and said: "Of course, many people around me have been in love."

She continued to ask: "What about you?" I shook my head.

The little girl thought about it, and suddenly became excited: "At least there is someone you like?"

I nodded.

"Then does he know?"

So, when the senior sister of the direct line entrusted me with the task of organizing the first hometown welcome party in the university, I suddenly felt that I should do something.For other classes, I just inform a leader, and then he will pass it on to the students in his class; but when it comes to the class of XX, I will give the contact information of the dozen or so freshmen in their class from the leader with ulterior motives. I asked for all of them, and notified them one by one, just to ask for ××’s mobile phone number in an open and aboveboard manner, personally send a high-sounding and blameless text message, and forcibly gave him my name and phone number.

When love and self-esteem meet, we always have ulterior motives and try to have both.

Almost all the students who received the text message would reply me and say, "Thank you, do you need me to help inform others?"

Only he replied: Oh.

Oh.

When I got this word, I was standing outside the west gate of the school, with the blazing summer sun above my head, which made my heart feel faint. For a moment, I seemed to hear my mother's narrow voice: "What do you like about him?"

On the day of the meal, I dressed up a little.An ordinary-looking girl like me is always embarrassed to dress up. She has a heart to be beautiful, but she has ordinary qualifications.So every time after careful modification, it still looks the same in the eyes of others.

I didn't dare to sit at the same round table with him, and ate a meal absent-mindedly.There are a total of 60 people who have been admitted to the same university in the two sessions of our high school. After the self-introduction round, the group will almost break up.I have been watching XX from a distance, watching him who is usually icy talking happily with a brother of the same department, exchanging phone calls, asking for the secret of choosing courses...

This all happened just as I stood up and introduced myself artificially.

A long time later, I chatted with him and talked about my predicament when I first entered school. I took a basketball class even though my left arm was in plaster.He raised his eyebrows—"Have you ever broken a bone?"

I nodded without explaining too much.

I was so conspicuous, wearing a plaster cast at the graduation recognition, and also at the welcome dinner, everyone surrounded me and asked: "What's wrong with you?" There was only ten centimeters between my shoulders when I was there, but he never saw me.

We got to know each other later, in a very bland way.

The first text message was sent by him, asking me how much I passed the English placement test at the beginning of the semester.I replied: "Level three, how about you?"

He said, "Me too." After a pause, he sent another message: "I'm relieved that you also passed the third grade, then no one in our high school passed the fourth grade."

I know this is just a text message from a thoughtless, academic bully who came to seek a sense of security, praising others and himself.Maybe he has inquired a lot of people, maybe he is just being polite.

But I almost cracked the screen of my phone in class - so, he knows I'm pretty good, how did he know?Did you know it early?How does he see me?Didn't he never pay attention to things other than study?

I carefully replied to his message, being enthusiastic but not crazy; I had to respond to his words, and at the same time, leave enough tails for him to continue to reply to me, so as to prevent the conversation from ending without a problem...

The plaster cast on my left hand was just removed, and it was still soft, and I couldn’t use any force, but I still took notes with my right hand, held the phone with my left hand, chatted with him one after another, and maintained a difficult battle alone. dialogue.

I am not a very patient girl, but when he has a conflict in course selection and sends a text message to ask for help, I can run to the distant English department building under the scorching sun to help him inquire about the revision process; When he sent a text message saying "I don't like calling", he worked hard to edit the long text message and wrote "Course Change Strategy"; when he said he had a cold, he could buy a bunch of medicine and send it to the mail room of the male dormitory building; In the era when Baidu and Google (Google) were not yet developed, you could stand at the information booth on the side of the road and help him inquire about the transfer steps from school to Beijing Railway Station—oh, of course it was sent by text message.

Thanks to him, my left hand recovered very quickly.

However, we never met, and the only connection between me and him was the envelope icon on the desktop of the phone.I didn't take the initiative to ask him out, I never sent messages at night to find something to talk about, and I never asked him to thank me.

So he really didn't thank me, not even a polite "please eat me".

Not long after, Xu Jinglei's movie "When Dreams Come into Reality" was screened in our school's lecture hall.I stared at the seven characters on the poster, dumbfounded.

I finally worked up the courage and sent him a text message: "Are you watching a movie? I invite you."

He replied to me: "..."

My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly regained my shattered self-esteem: "Forget it, if you don't want to read it, just say it, I just saw the poster, just ask."

He replied: "I didn't say no to watching..."

To this day, I hate people who replace ellipses with a string of periods, including myself occasionally.

The movie started at 06:30. I walked out of the study room at six o'clock and found that it was raining outside. I immediately sent a text message asking him: "Are you in the dormitory? It's raining, remember to bring an umbrella."

"What about you? Do you have an umbrella?"

After pouring half a river of water into it, the cactus finally bloomed.I couldn't help giggling, and replied to him: "It's okay, I'll just run over."

Come and pick me up!
He said, "Oh."

In the dark environment, this movie is not only difficult to understand, but also embarrassing me as a treat.After the screening, the main creator came on stage to communicate with college students. I looked at ×× and said, "I don't want to listen anymore, let's go."

He was pardoned.

On the way back to the dormitory, I suddenly asked, "You don't have any friends, do you?"

×× shook his head honestly, his fair and well-behaved appearance made me feel good about him again.

After a few seconds, he suddenly turned to look at me: "Now you're my friend... aren't you?"

"why?"

"Otherwise why are you so kind to me?" He was a little embarrassed, "No one has been so kind to me."

Fortunately, the shadow of the trees at night covered my expression, otherwise he would have thought my distorted face was bewitched.

Why am I being nice to you, are you short-hearted?
Finally came to the open place.I looked at him under the moonlight, smiled tragically and said, "I'm naturally enthusiastic."

Half a month later, I bought shampoo in Watsons, and received a text message from him complaining: Why do you never use the QQ account I applied for you?
I didn't catch up with the QQ craze when I was a teenager. As a senior girl who pretends to be a girl, I have to say anything that we didn't catch up with.But ×× applied for QQ forcefully for me and ordered me to use it. I have to say that my heart is a little sweet.

I wanted to tease him, so I asked, "Why do I have to use QQ, you want to chat with me?"

5 minutes later, I receive an answer.

"I want to check the English answer with you."

(End of this chapter)