Chapter 4: Rainbow 2

With the computer, there are more things to do. Every day is spent in writing. Xiaochuan suddenly felt bored and remembered his former friends, but they were not in the same place, and the distance became far away.

"Hello?"

"I'm looking for Shanshan." Xiaochuan smiled and said to the person on the other end of the phone that Shanshan's mobile phone was charged in both directions and was very expensive, so Xiaochuan called her in her dormitory.

"I am."

"Sshanshan, how are you doing?" A very natural greeting, the two recalled the past. Maybe they were too simple in high school to know what love is.

"I think of Xiaochen and Kunkun." Shanshan suddenly said that her voice was gloomy and very low.

Xiaochen and Kunkun are both Xiaochuan's high school classmates. Kunkun likes Xiaochen, just like Xiaomei likes oranges, and he is very infatuated. Xiaochen also told Kunkun that the one who didn't give up finally refused to give up. Kunkun has always been so good to Xiaochen. Two years have passed, and he is infatuated. It's not that I don't know that Xiaochen has a new boyfriend. It's not that Xiaochen is disappointed in love. She just silently guards and never gives up. From time to time, she will comfort her, support her, and give her everything she wants. She has never thought of reciprocity.

Sanshan said that she likes such a boy very much. She is very infatuated and very good. Xiaochuan just felt distressed and thought of Xiaomei and Xiaowen. Xiaowen has always refused to give up the person he likes. Even if she doesn't look back, she still waits silently; Xiaomei is infatuated with the same person, and even if she is completely hurt, she doesn't want to look back.

"I hope to have a single-hearted person, and I will never be separated from each other." Shanshan said so.

"But he is too bitter."

"So Xiaochen should not refuse. He is actually very good."

"People have their own aspirations and can't be forced." There was a little sadness in Xiaochuan's eyes.

"He is really good."

"It's just too crazy. He's just waiting, but what about those who like him?"

"So..." Shanshan was silent for a moment. Maybe she didn't know how to answer Oh Xiaochuan's question, or maybe she was deeply sad.

"So, people and people are predestined. Who is with whom, who can't be with whom, is a kind of fate." Xiaochuan said with a strong sadness in his words.

"Yes." Shanshan sighed.

"Well, let's not talk about this. Let's say something else." Ogawa moved away from the topic. The two of them are keen to recall those high school days, high school friendship, high school friendship, and those funny things. After talking for a long time, they reluctantly put down the phone.

Lying on ** at night, Xiaochuan suddenly remembered Xiaomei's nickname - LM. It was she and Orange who started for Xiaomei, but Xiaomei didn't actually know. The popular thing called the killing game should actually be called closing your eyes when it's dark. Xiaochuan saw Xiaomei and virtual Xiaomei there for the first time.

It was Xiaomei who took Orange to play that game. At that time, Orange was a first year and Xiaomei was a senior. The two of them are in different cities. I don't know why they are connected, and that connection is to play games. Xiaomei is a very smart person. He rarely talks about his feelings, which makes people unconsciously fall in indulgence.

At that time, Orange and Xiaochuan were already friends and good friends. Xiaomei made an appointment with Orange, and Orange took Xiaochuan with her. The two of them have never played games together for a few times. Most of them are Xiaomei playing with Orange, and Xiaochuan plays by himself.

Anyone who has played the game should know that there are people, police, and killers in the game. People who speak indiscriminately are called promiscuous people, and the initials are LM. That's where Xiaomei's nickname comes from.

Only the two of us know the nickname. Ogawa smiled slightly. He didn't know the name. Please close your eyes when it's dark. Xiaomei hasn't played for a long time. As early as when Orange refused Xiaomei, Xiaomei threw her number to Xiaochuan. I can't remember the account number and his image. In fact, it is blurred

It's better. Ogawa chooses to forget.

Thinking about the recent strangeness of Orange, Ogawa suddenly understood that he, Xiaomei, Orange, and the three people have always been confused. I haven't contacted you for a long time, as if you have lost a common language, so let's just be a friend like this. No one owes anyone, and no one will be fair to anyone.

Another weekend, Xiaochuan sat in front of the computer, and some things couldn't stop thinking about his good or something else in his head.

I think of a song "Knowingly" many years ago

Don't worry about me

I just want to walk alone

Look at the sky

Slowly let go of your mind

It's not a rain

Blow the wind

Don't panic for anyone

Don't hurt anyone

What's wrong

You always walk on your own

It's nothing

I decided to stay by myself

If you want to turn around several times, just leave

But I care too much

Forget whether to love or not

Insincere words

Knowing that love has become fragile

I know you

But you still want me

A mistake made knowingly

That's not me

I want to own

When you keep love

Hand in hand

You can go to the end of the world

Love has also been

There has been pain

Put it in your heart

And freedom

Xiaochuan turned on the computer and typed on such a blog.

"I don't like to be alone. I will think about some strange questions. In fact, I always want to cry. I think I haven't updated articles and novels for a long time because I'm lonely. I'm busy with strange things every day. My time is wasted like this, away from the crowd.

It's really lonely. I miss those days when I couldn't come back. It's strange to me. In fact, even if I don't want to give up, so what? I can't pull anything back... I'm really a lonely person. In order to relieve loneliness, I fell in love, and then endless loneliness. Loneliness is even more sad. A person really wants to cry. After thinking for a long time, the beer on the bookshelf proves my madness, but my madness just thinks about it. Even if I want to be crazy, I can't find anyone to accompany me crazy, work, and things. Everyone is busy, but I'm too busy to do anything.

I always make mistakes that I know and make mistakes. I know that I can't rely on them. I know that I can't indulge. I know that I can't do anything. I know that I still want to make it. I'm a fool.

In my busy life, I circled around, and finally returned to my starting point. I left the club that had worked so hard for so long, but I entered another one. I paid too much and was reluctant to walk. I still remember that someone once persuaded me to take good care of myself in my ear and not to worry about those troubles. I still remember what you gave me. My vow is as firm as my determination to join the club. Now everything is just back to the past.

I should be glad to have a past. I am still qualified to recall. I should be glad that you were with me at that time. When I was most helpless, there was also your existence. I don't even have to look back. Life will always return to the origin, but the personnel are not the same place. Point, the strange crowd, tired but strong, I forced myself to a dead end.

We can't get the fairness we want. Yes, we will never get it. No one is fair in love, no one can get eternal fairness, even love and being loved are not necessarily proportional. What else is fair?

The mistakes we make knowingly are not the result we want.

Then don't do it knowingly. Our love is still far away, that's it!"