this life is waiting

Getting angry and arguing is very common in life. I don't know if this is considered a quarrel with He Cheng. If it counts, we didn't even say serious things, but if we say it doesn't count.

I drank the water in the glass, expressing melancholy.

In the past few days, although we still keep in touch and report our daily schedule with each other, we always feel that something is wrong, but after careful investigation, we have no way of knowing.

Probably, it was the Cold War.

As the end of the term approached, she became busy, and I couldn't squeeze out more time because of the review. I lived so close, but sometimes I couldn't see each other for a whole day.

I don't know if I'm really busy, or I'm always making excuses that I'm too busy to see her.And I was a little scared. On the one hand, I wanted to maintain our relationship well, and on the other hand, I was worried that some strange things that I didn't expect would happen after the in-depth conversation.

What's even more frightening is that I actually forgot what kind of anger I was getting at that time.

After doing two practice questions at night, I found that I was always in a daze, so I had to give up and leave my homework aside. Since I want to be in a daze, I just send it out.

The cold war is the most fascinating thing. It is scary because the quarrel will combine all the little things that have been grudges for a long time. Even if you don’t care at the time, people always love to talk for a while, let alone the other party is not only family members the closest person.

Everyone loves to hurt the person closest to them.

In fact, many times, even when I think about it later, I will realize that I was unreasonable at the time, but what I can do is to bite the bullet and stand on my side, so I burst out saying a lot. Justify your point of view with nonsense that seems to make sense, stubbornly thinking that you are right.

Hey, if He Cheng doesn't give me sugar, I can only appreciate life.

I felt a little negative about this life. I shrugged and threw the pillow on the Yuyu bed. She took off her earphones and looked at me suspiciously.

I pursed my lips, then smiled at her and asked, "Have you ever quarreled with Uncle Wu?"

She threw the pillow back to me, "Isn't this nonsense, we've been together for so long, is it normal that we haven't had a fight?"

I let out a long oh, and asked again: "What are you all arguing about?" After I finished speaking, I thought about it, and added: "The most recent time, what was it because of?"

Yuyu twisted the earphone cable around his hands a few times, and thought for a while: "It seems like, I went to the street to buy roasted sweet potatoes, and I said I also want to eat roasted corn, but he refused, saying that I always buy so much to eat. Yes, in the end I couldn't eat it and threw it away, and I insisted on buying it, so I quarreled."

I:……

It can be seen from this that quarreling is really a mysterious existence.

Sometimes it's not that the two disagree, but simply want to quarrel.

I think that Yuyu may regard the quarrel as a hobby, and roasted sweet potatoes are their sex toys... Uh, what am I talking about.

Seeing that she was about to plug in the earphones again, I threw a pillow over again, thinking that it would be inconvenient to send a message by throwing the pillow, so I climbed onto her bed and paused the TV series she was watching.

I asked: "What about the cold war, have you ever had a cold war?"

Yuyu asked me back: "I don't think so, he is more accommodating to me, and he must talk to me within a day."

Wait for the dog food first, I hugged the pillow in my arms: "It's not talking, I have to say something, but it's a cold war."

Yuyu twitched her mouth: "What kind of cold war is this?"

"That's right." I thought for a while: "On the surface, it looks the same as usual, and the speech is the same, but it just feels weird, looks, is it in harmony?"

Yuyu thought about it, and said for a long time: "If it was other people, I would feel that the breakup is not far away, but if it is you and He Cheng, I think it will be fine in a few days." She looked at me and smiled: "Don't worry. "

I groaned: "Who told you that He Cheng and I had a cold war."

She raised her eyebrows at me and gave me a slap: "Has the cold war been long?"

I pouted: "Who said I had a cold war with her."

Well, don't worry about this anymore, it's time, what am I still twisting.

So before Yuyu explained, I immediately said: "It's been almost a week. Last time, after this and that, I felt that there was something weird between me and her. I don't know if I was thinking too much. Wanting to see me, sometimes I attribute this to the end of the year, but in reality it doesn’t look like it, she always says she’s busy, and I’m busy when she’s not busy, so I keep staggering.”

After listening to a long paragraph of my words, Yuyu suddenly smiled and asked me: "What is this and that, what about you? Disharmony?"

I:……

"No!" I picked up the pillow and smashed it on her head, "How is it possible, this is school!"

Yuyu snorted, "Then what is this and that?"

I:……

Me: "Student, can you do a good job in reading comprehension?"

She laughed twice: "Yes, yes." After she finished speaking, she and I looked at each other for a few seconds, and then said, "I don't know either."

After I heard it, I let out a sigh, what was it that gave me the illusion that Yuyu would give me substantive advice.

Just when I was about to leave her bed, she suddenly grabbed my hand, I looked back at her, and heard her say, "Or."

"What else?" I asked.

She smiled slyly: "If you do this and that, it will definitely be fine!"

I kicked her, crawled to my bed, and heard her yelling behind me: "Forcing a kiss, if you can't do it, force it!"

After crawling on the bed, I happened to see the screen of the phone light up. In such a sensitive period, I must read the news from the study committee or He Cheng.

You see, I regard He Cheng as important as the final exam, which means that she is really important in my heart. If someone asks me, I can only choose one between the final exam and He Cheng, then I must choose He Cheng.

You see, I really love her.

Although these two are not on the same level and can be regarded as equivalence, I just want to express my concern for her at this moment. Of course, this matter has to ignore the fact that the final exam can be made up.

Hey, without He Cheng*, the whole life became boring, I actually cared about her by myself, and obviously the location of the porn was on the bed, but I didn't fantasize about some pornographic pictures, but the final exam.

I laughed at myself, turned on the phone, and it was He Cheng who sent me a message, asking if I was hungry?She came back from outside, do you need to bring me something to eat.

I said yes.

Half an hour later, there was a knock on the door, and I got off the bed in a hurry, almost rolling to the ground. Seeing how nervous I was, Yuyu thought something happened. Fortunately, after I told her it was He Cheng, she didn’t Blame my surprise.

I open the door.

In fact, the setting in my heart is like this, she is alone outside the door, as usual, we can still calm down and have a good chat when we meet like this, and we can also subtly tacitly not turn on the lights, but it is hard for my warm night night.

But unfortunately, there were people from her dormitory outside the door. Zhao Jia greeted me behind her. With a goodbye standard smile.

Naihe Luohua wanted to talk, but Liushui couldn't understand, after I looked at her with what I thought were hot eyes, she still left my sight.

After finishing the supper, I was thinking, maybe I was thinking too much, maybe she was really busy, there have been such misunderstandings in history, after you thought you were someone else for a long time, you found the other person Didn't care about it at all.

Guessing about this kind of thing is the most uncomfortable, so I took out my mobile phone, clicked on her profile picture, and typed straight in: Do you think we've been acting weird lately?

After clicking send, I stared at the screen seriously. This process was very tormenting, which made me want to give WeChat a big bad review. Why can’t I learn from Weibo? If someone reads a message, mark it as read. .

A few minutes later, her note became that the other party was typing... I found that I was extremely nervous.

But the strange thing is that after typing for a long time, no message was sent, and finally changed back to her note, and there was nothing.

I bit the edge of the cup and read the text I sent several times, thinking about what she lost and deleted just now, and my heart was even more tormented.

So I decided not to come here to relieve my mood, but unfortunately, after I took a shower and washed my clothes, He Cheng still didn't reply to me.

It's very late at night. Girls will think about it at such a late night. Isn't this forcing me to lose sleep? The quality of sleep has not been good recently.

I have always been convinced that the endocrine of the human body is closely related to the time of the moon, otherwise why do people always feel depressed and cry easily at night.

In this way, my sad mood now seems not difficult to understand.

The dormitory has already turned off the lights, I have been rolling for a long time and still haven't fallen asleep, He Cheng still didn't call me back.

I felt a little thirsty, did I die after getting anxious, so I poured a glass of water, took a stool and planned to sit on the balcony, but unfortunately, as soon as I went out, I saw a white arm on the balcony next door, Touching the leaves on a potted plant.

I poked my head and saw that it was He Cheng, leaning on a chair, as if thinking about something.

Feeling guilty for no reason, I wanted to take advantage of the fact that she didn't see me and retract her head, but soon, she caught my gaze, looked at me for a while, and then said: "Why haven't you seen me yet?" sleep?"

This distance is very far, whether it is me and her, or me and her.

I sighed and whispered, "You didn't sleep either."

She said kindly, "I can't sleep."

I also said kindly: "I can't sleep either."

This conversation, which sounds so obvious and uninspiring, actually makes me feel sad that we shouldn't be like this.

I looked at her and asked, "You haven't replied to my message yet."

The lights in the dormitory building are all turned off, and I can only vaguely see her outline without eyes. Maybe I can tell what expression she has with her from her movements, but maybe I'm wrong.

Right or wrong, I think she is frowning now.

She said: "I don't know what to answer, I want to say yes, I want to say no." After she finished speaking, she slowly stood up from the chair, moved a little closer, and said softly: "Let's have a good chat, Zhou Xiaoyi. .”