Wen 丨 Zhang Banxian
Once I was, I and Zhang Xiaolei loved each other deeply. Want to shout, want to dance, want to open their mouths, laugh freely, want to argue, want to make trouble, want to run blindly, no matter how angry, a startle, a scare, still by Zhang Xiaolei, deeply appreciate me, that is the real me!
However, everything is just the past, only nostalgic, only missed. Good memories are always engraved in the mind and cannot be erased. Those memories, like old movie discs hidden deep in the depths, are constantly played back, and in a casual moment, the brain will automatically loop back, those past green, sweet, sour, bitter love stories.
After the breakup, I still remember Zhang Xiaolei, hysterically in love with you Zhang Xiaolei, deep in my heart always hope that you can one day turn around and look back, see me running hard to pursue your back. Even, you are willing to stop the pace of leaving, re-enter me, hold my hand again, and we will run to the future again...
Last night, the thunderstorm outside the window, the wind whistled, a person's bed, exceptionally cold. The raindrops outside the window are like the voice of my heart, the "sound of tears" after being infinitely expanded. The sound of rain can be heard by the world, but the sound of pain in my heart is unknown to anyone.
The silent night will prolong the thought of you indefinitely, where are you at that time? I really miss you, I really want to dial your long-overdue phone and listen to the voice I love to hear, that long-lost voice.
Later, I entered the dream confusedly, dreaming that I had always loved to make trouble without reason, hoping to be understood and listened to by you.
One day in the past, we had dinner and went out for a walk. I say to you, "Last night, I had a nightmare, I couldn't find my place in the exam room, everyone took the exam, but I was still outside, and I was particularly anxious..."
You didn't say a word after listening. I say what I say to you, you always like to shift the subject, you don't want to hear what I want to say, what to say.
Every time you change the subject, you say you have itchy eyes and just scratched your eyes. I know this, but I still say to you: "Every time I talk for more than 1 minute, you show no interest, don't listen to me at all, or when I finish talking, you take over the conversation and start saying something else, I am not listened to, I feel very wronged, every time I am diverted, I also feel very wronged, my mood is not interested, even you." "When you finished listening, you hugged me and began to comfort me...
Before, I complained about something, and you always educated me in turn. I said, I know what to do is the right thing to do, but I say it, just need to be comforted by you, but my mood needs to be released, not listen to you, what I did is wrong, if you, what will you do?
Now I know that it is probably me, who has been making unreasonable trouble in the past, that is the real reason why you left me? Now, you are not interested in my business, nor do you listen to it, nor do you care.
Now I understand that it seems that what I prefer to see is the look that you have always admired, whether it is personality, personality, or ability.
Both nostalgia and miss, I and you Zhang Xiaolei, the youth that passed away together!