Young passers-by

She didn't know him, she didn't know him. Two people like to buckle and chat when they are fine, either asking if they have eaten, what to eat, or whether they have left work, whether they have arrived at home, or some trivial things encountered at work. On weekend nights, the two people walked to the 3-kilometer pedestrian street to go shopping, eat some fried skewers and drink a cup of milk tea, walk from this end of the street to the other end of the street, and spend a lot of time on the major stores. After eating and drinking, they walked back leisurely, talked about some future lives without each other, unlimited imagination, sometimes ridiculed each other, and did not mind each other. The relationship between the two did not advance or retreat, and it was maintained like this. The girl treated the boy as a friend in the city who could talk to, without thinking too much. But the boy expressed his inner feelings when he once sent the girl home, and he liked her. The girl looked at him sheepishly, looking at each other, and the time was frozen for 5 seconds. The girl laughed, not a joyful laugh, as if she had heard a joke, laughed away, and waved her hand upstairs. In the evening the boy sent a message, I suddenly said this today to scare you, but it is true, with a shy expression on the back. The girl stared at the message on her phone, her fingers resting above the phone screen, not knowing how to answer the phone. It is I who have heard your friendship, but I cannot respond, because I do not have the love of you and me in my heart. One Oh word is too perfunctory, one I understand too vain, one I don't like you too hurt, after all, did not reply to him. The next day the boy did not pursue a reply, but just asked as usual if the meal was not the same chat mode. It was close to the end of the year, and the two of them were busy at work, and they didn't talk much or see each other anymore. One weekend, the girl was out shopping alone, and the boy called and asked the girl who was there. The girl just coped casually, outside, alone. The boy had to ask a question, the girl suddenly did not want to answer, the two were silent on the phone for a few minutes, the girl took the initiative to hang up the phone. The conversation, which was not an argument, ended the relationship between the two, and the two did not contact each other for three consecutive days, and then the girl deleted the boy's buttoned phone. No love can be so decisive, no love can be so decisive. It is not clear which boy came after, but the girl has already said goodbye to that time. Half a year of friendship ended hastily, not a pity or a pity, but not err. The boy is affectionate but not affectionate, the girl is ruthless and desperate, and the two are destined to be passers-by in life, unable to stay for each other.