Chapter 7: Map of Tears 1

The days at home are very comfortable. You can eat and sleep, and you can also surf the Internet all day. Xiaochuan found that he began to like Liang Jingru's songs, which were very melodious. From "It's a pity, it's not you", he has been listening to "It's not that I don't understand".

When you listen, your eyes will turn red, and then tears will fall down. If you put Cannon on it again at this time, you will be immersed in sadness and can't extricate yourself. You can't cry bitterly, but silent tears can't stop.

[I'm writing a novel]

[Very good] Xiaomei's answer is getting more and more concise.

[I want to write a painter, you can join our group]

[Okay]

Xiaomei changed the group business card countless times, and finally withdrew the group.

[Why did you quit?]

[It's not suitable for me.]

[But...]

[We live in different worlds.]

[...]

[You are the two-dimensional world, I am the three-dimensional world]

[What does it mean]

[Don't write other people's stories casually]

[I wrote my own]

[You can never write my tragedy, my life is tragic]

[My life is tragic because of you.] Xiaochuan hit the words hard and turned off QQ rudely. He didn't want to see Xiaomei's words anymore. It was very hurtful and painful.

Xiaochuan's signature was quickly changed to [You are three-dimensional, I am two-dimensional, two-dimensional and three-dimensional can never intersect. Let's see how good I am in math.]

[Happy New Year] On the day of the twenty-ninth year, Xiaomei came to greet Ogawa.

[Happy New Year]

Xiaochuan suddenly began to hesitate whether to leave or fall. In any case, he would not choose himself, so how to let go is the most straightforward. Ogawa didn't know.

In the Qiyao group at night, Xiaochuan and Xiaobai chatted about animation,

[It's sad to read the story of Caiyun Country~ But there is a good sentence] Ogawa said

[What words?] Xiaobai asked.

[Go your own way and become a girl who can be chased~ That's probably what it means~]

[。。。]

[Because I've been sad recently~ I will cry when I listen to songs~]

[What's wrong]

[It's still those messy things~]

[Dizzy]

[I can't make up my mind~ I'm sad~]

[...]

[It's a long story~]

[You can't hesitate to make a decision]

[I used to be very hesitant~ Now I'm hesitant~]

[Eth entanglement... Hey, everyone has a lot of things to do...

[Yes, that person came to ask me a happy New Year today~ He also said that I was two-dimensional and he was three-dimensional! Not in the same dimension~]

[It's difficult]

[Yes~ It's him who wants to leave~ It's also him who gives me hope back.~~ I can't even choose~]

[e】

[Hahaha~ So it's better for me~]

[Hehe sensible Ogawa]

[Yes~so Ogawa is changeable]

Xiaochuan smiled and knocked down on the computer, both love and hate.

"Some people say that it's the Spring Festival and I want to make something festive, but I can't be happy at all.

I seldom write blogs recently, because there are no happy things, and all I write about sadness.

It is a habit to hear that Cannon will cry. Even if you don't cry, there will be something called tears in your eyes.

I'm used to listening to Liang Jingru's songs with tears in my eyes. I'm just sad, or I'm sad to listen to different sadness.

I'm used to your disappearing existence, and I'm not used to your sudden appearance.

You are three-dimensional, and I am two-dimensional. If you can't intersect the space, then it's parallel.

I haven't contacted Orange for a long time, and I haven't contacted everyone for a long time.

I closed myself and didn't see anyone.

Someone will greet me when I'm late and ask me to go to bed. I feel really happy and think of the past.

OK, I'm not qualified to recall. I know that even crying is not my freedom.

If you hate beer, you will call me sad in the group, and you will scream and laugh heartlessly.

I don't like the desolation of a person. Although I haven't been out for a long time, I close myself in a small room every day, facing the computer, waiting for miracles or desperate memories. I don't know at all.

You said that your life is a tragedy. Well, mine will also be a tragedy~

Qiyao's writing is very entangled. I like the feeling of discussing what we want to write.

I've been talking about Kyushu recently. I'm really sad. Once what we have in common is gone. In fact, I really want to cry. Xiaobai said that I'm an emotional Xiaochuan, but sadness is the deepest feeling. Although those men are separated, are there still those words??

That's all. It will disappear for three days after that.

The novel will work hard to write~

Maybe in these three days, you can still see the happy Xiaochuan.

Happy New Year to everyone~

And you are also happy~"

After that, there is a busy New Year, spending every day eating, drinking and visiting relatives. On the evening of the 30th, I received a New Year's greeting text message from Xiaomei. It was very short, but very kind. I still couldn't let it go. Xiaochuan laughed at himself. He was a fool.

On a rare day, everyone gathered together. Xiaochuan's brothers and sisters discussed going to sing, and Xiaochuan naturally followed. It was almost ten o'clock when we got there. Everyone laughed and sang, and soon it was half past eleven.

[I'm going to your place and ready to pick you up.] I accidentally received a text message from Xiaomei.

[Okay, come on] Xiaochuan hurried back.

[You want to arrange accommodation]

[Just find a hotel at will]

[Come and stay with me]

[Ignore you]

[Why do you ignore me?]

[...]

[What are you doing]

[singing]

[What time is it, do you know?]

[What's wrong at 11:30?]

[You're still outside so late]

[Yes]

[With whom?]

[My friend] Xiaochuan lied and wanted to do a quiz. Who is he now?

[Do not do anything wrong]

[Why do you care about me?]

[Anyway, it's not allowed]

[I play with mine, what does it have to do with you?]

[Why is it none of my business?]

[... I'm too lazy to talk to you.

Ogawa no longer replied to Xiaomei's text messages, and Xiaomei no longer sent text messages, and broke up unhappily again.

It turned out that we could only get along like this. Xiaochuan smiled bitterly and his hands trembled slightly.

Sad and helpless.

A few days later, I saw the long-lost Orange on the Internet. Xiaochuan told Orange about the text message that night, and there was only one news she got. Xiaomei might go to Guangzhou, saying that Xiaochuan was just a lie.

Xiaochuan suddenly felt that he had fallen into the abyss and could no longer climb up. Despair spread, and everything was gloomy.

It turns out that he has been lying to himself. It turns out that he has always been a fool. It turns out that he has never paid attention to himself. It turns out that he is a puppy, waving it and leaving.

I won't be sad anymore. I can only look at myself in the mirror with a wry smile, sad and helpless.