Lin Nianyouran gl

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Since then, my birthday wish every year is to hope that Youran's luck will improve, so that she will have no more pain and live a life of peace and happiness.

I don't know if it will work, but I know it's the only thing I can do for her.

I had lived there for a whole year when I received her last letter.At that time, I already knew that she had her own mobile phone, and would make a call every now and then.

I still remember that day, when I went out with my classmates after school, I passed by the place where the letters were usually placed, and looked through the new letters, but unexpectedly found the Youran letter, lying quietly in it.

I was so happy that I almost jumped up, but I still restrained myself.He quickly ran to the cafeteria to buy food, suppressed his excitement, and opened the letter eagerly after eating.

Recalling that time, I was really excited and wished I could swallow that letter, although I don't know why...

In the letter, Youran mentioned the content of my previous letters, and said that she likes a warrior with high morale like Lu Xun. In fact, I just asked her which one is better, Lu Xun or Bing Xin? She said that I must like Li Qingzhao. Miserable, miserably, miserably, that type!!

God knows how much I want to refute her words in person... Actually, I don't like Li Qingzhao, what I like are the characters in the story, those heroes through the ages, they are all the objects of my admiration.

Every time I talk to her on the phone, she speaks so fast that I can't react, so she just finished speaking... Later, in order to take care of my dull brain, her speech slowed down a little, but I still talked to her. not on...

Therefore, every time I talk to her, my brain is dull, and I follow her to say everything, but I can't remember a word of what I want to say.

Therefore, she always blames me for not talking much, and every time she talks a lot, but I can only listen to her, my brain is dull every time!!

Therefore, from then on, every time I talk to her, I have to write down what I want to say on a note, lest I don’t know what to say when I talk to her later and be disgusted by her.

However, this method is actually not good, because I always ask questions according to the notes, so I always seem very blunt.Fortunately, she didn't dislike it, and still chatted with me.

I talked with her like this for several years.Although we don't talk every day, I always call her between a week and half a month.

Yes, I called her!! Because I don’t know why, I can’t always receive her calls. At the beginning, I didn’t have a mobile phone, so I bought a phone card to call her in the dormitory. Although there is a phone in the dormitory, But sometimes it doesn't work well, and I can't receive calls from outside.

Later, I got a mobile phone, but I still couldn't receive her calls...Maybe she was in financial difficulties there, so she didn't have money to make calls!

I knew she was having a bad time there, but since I hadn't seen her for several years, I didn't know what was going on with her.Even phone calls and letters every once in a while are not as real as being able to see her coming.

I miss her.Although the content of the letter was worthless, it was like doing homework in the end, and I felt so boring that she would not read my letter...but I still insisted on continuing to write the letter without the slightest value.

She also told me not to write anymore, but I always feel that if I only make phone calls, some words can’t be said, and I still have to write letters to write them out, although I didn’t write those words until I sent the last letter. If you can't say it...

I will always remember that day, when I called her in a public phone booth, she suddenly said to me, "Do you have girls called girls' wives?"...

Chapter 6 After Parting ([-])

I was stunned for a moment, and replied: "No! What's the matter?" I actually said that because I thought she was talking about the real wife, the real gay one.

But she went on to say: "Many of us call it like that, I feel so disgusting!" I suddenly thought that there are such names among classmates, but most of them are joking.

She asked: "You really don't have any?" I don't know why cold sweat broke out behind my back: "No!!" Since I have already said no, I have to follow the previous words.

Just hearing that she disliked the love between two girls again, I don’t know why I feel guilty, as if she found out that I like her!!

Like her? How is that possible??!!

I was taken aback by my own thoughts.But thinking about the disgust in her mouth, her heart became cold again.What else was said that day, I don’t remember at all, I just remember my guilty conscience and sadness when she disliked women...

In fact, after thinking about it, I really like her.It's just that I always thought of her as my older sister, the one who could pull me out of the boundless darkness, so I didn't notice whether my behavior was a sign of liking her.

Later, I felt that she suspected that I liked her at the time.In fact, it’s true, if you’re not a lover, who would call the other party all the time and write a letter for half a month without interruption??

At that time, I was not well-off, and sometimes I would worry about buying stamps, because there was only one place in the school that sold stamps, and the stamps sent to other places were more expensive than local ones, so every time I sent a letter You have to buy several stamps. If you buy more, you have to save money for meals.

After that incident, we still acted as if nothing had happened. We still called when we needed to call, and wrote letters when we needed to. It was just the issue of the two girls being together, but we never discussed it again.

Because I know, she doesn't like it!!

Perhaps, she doesn't like me at all, so she just said this!!

As early as when I was in school in my hometown, a classmate in elementary school told me to stay away from her, saying that she was not a good person.But at that time, I couldn't listen to her at all. I just felt that there was a misunderstanding between the two of us, so my elementary school classmates didn't like her.Thinking about it later, maybe what my primary school classmate said was right, but she said it too late!!

Because at that time, I had already fallen into the obsession with her and couldn't extricate myself, so ten years have passed!!!!

Ten years, how many decades can there be in a person's life? My brightest and best time is all spent on her, just like men and women in love, as long as I can hear her voice , I will feel extremely satisfied.

I know that I have only a crazy obsession with her, maybe it is not love, but it is the deepest and deepest thorn in my heart, if anyone touches her inadvertently, it will make me feel boundless yearning and melancholy.

That year, I was 17 years old and she was 18 years old, still at the age of ignorance of feelings.Although she said she hated gays, she often called me "honey" on the phone.

I know, it was just a joke among classmates at that time, but I still couldn't help thinking: If you really don't like me, why are you making fun of me again?

So, after being called by her so many times, I don't want her to call me that.After being repeatedly reminded by me, she stopped barking, but sometimes she would call me Xiaobai.

Of course I know what Xiaobai is, but every time I hear it, the corner of my mouth twitches, and I just let her go.

Many years later, when I saw a person she called Xiaobai in the photo album of her space, occupying a group alone, at that moment, my sadness could not be expressed in words.

It turns out that this name is not unique to me...

The three years of study and life ended soon, and I got on the car to go home.In the car, I kept thinking back to the days when we called and wrote letters together in the past three years. Strictly speaking, it has been five years. It has been a full five years since I met her at that time!!

Thinking of her complaining about the school’s food in the letter, and telling me on the phone where the bed she lived in and which direction the door was facing, it’s strange that she was exactly the same as me, I just didn’t tell her that’s all!!