Received a courier message from a puzzling doll.

Text/Daxu Dali

It seems that there must be someone around me to accompany me to prove that I have never been "birds of a feather flock together" with loneliness.

However, the ancients didn't bully me, and loneliness and I were divided into groups with my own "single border". In order to break this pattern, I sincerely ask my friends to give me a kiss.

So, next I want to talk about love.

I should have been in love a long time ago, but it was a bit bumpy, not a two-way love, and the arrow of love always lacked a little directionality.

I haven't lived a life in two of a kind since I began to dream of "love". I am in pain.

One.

Come to August 18, my first favorite boy! His name is Ashton Chen! Unexpectedly, my life in idolatry started earlier.

Before he realized that Hugh in Fei Xian was handsome, he was first attracted by the Kung Fu boy in this funny comedy.

At that time, I looked at the canned oranges with photos of Ashton Chen, and decided that I must go with a martial arts teenager in the future.

It's cool to think about it, so a person falls into his own rivers and lakes without looking back, ups and downs in it.

I don't pay much attention to the classes and homework that I don't think are difficult, and the students who are not very good-looking. After I graduated from graduate school, I can only stay in the Jianghu alone.

I am looking forward to falling in love on campus, but I never have the courage to meet my love on campus. I have never taken the initiative to like any boy, forget it.

I always avoid taking the initiative to like my boys. I really want to say to them: I'm sorry, I was wrong! (but still dare).

If I don't pay so much attention to my study at school, there may be a lot of sweet love.

Some small things that I can remember now were briefly forgotten by me at that time.

The girl who was poisoned by the idol drama "Dolphin Bay Lovers" I have been fond of dolphins for a long time. If the clip is a dolphin, so is the hair accessory. The blue and white Mediterranean must be the origin of my love.

The boys in the next class have big eyes and should have a good relationship with me. They often attack each other personally.

He saved his living expenses and bought me a dolphin doll as a birthday present. He also wrote a letter telling others that he liked me. It's sweet now, but at that time I thought he was ill.

"As for eating instant noodles for this?

Does he like instant noodles and cheat me with gifts as an excuse to make me feel that I owe him something?

I am not crazy about him at all, but I like dolphins. What should I do?

Can I play with him after I become his girlfriend?

I have so many friends that I can't bear to part with them ... "

Refuse, of course.

I asked for leave with a fever and went back to the dormitory. A boy in the class rubbed his white face fiercely, pretending to be hypoglycemia and asking for leave to buy me food and send it to the dormitory.

The boy took me around the streets by bike on weekends. He also gave me Clivia, which I had raised for a long time. There were many companions, big and small, which enriched my after-school life.

At that time, I thought this was my love. I'm still too young. The company he gave you can be given to others or even doubled.

Two.

In the future, I may really meet my love. He doesn't study well, he's not tall and he's not handsome (no offense, just stating objective facts).

But very lively, lovely, always smiling, coincidentally added contact information, I don't know why he sent me a good night message for a long time, and I was with him inexplicably.

But whose love just stays there?

There seems to be no other connection between us except countless text messages, phone calls and messages.

We haven't dated, and we haven't integrated into each other's real life.

Even on his birthday, he brought another girl to dinner and didn't call me (even as an ordinary friend, I can die, besides, the girl still likes him and sends as many messages as I do. I didn't know he had a cold and someone had sent the medicine).

My youth is calm and dark. I said to myself that I'd better study hard.

College is really a good place to fall in love, but I don't even have an ambiguous object. I wandered around the campus for four years at a ratio of 7:/kloc-0:, and I am still single. I despise myself.

Many friends say that I entered the science and engineering school for nothing and wasted resources. That's true, but once I think of the boys I know, I think it's better to be alone, because there are too many inappropriate ones.

I had a crush for a long time.

I can naturally accept the cans he opened for me, accept large and small holiday snack packages, and naturally accompany him to get a haircut, but I never thought about which one I would be with.

I have had serious hesitation. I don't deny that I like it, but I just can't be together.

When I thought that I would soon have a boyfriend to accompany me for dinner, shopping and delivery, my first feeling turned out to be a panic at a loss, so I watched the balance of love shake me out and watch them choose the next one.

Three.

Great and small love and more or less pursuit have also met a lot in these years.

Some received anonymous gifts, some received fixed blessings, and some really infiltrated my life and learned about my hobbies and tastes;

I know that I seldom chat and like to follow the drama and watch movies. I know that I am lazy and homebody but "good at walking";

Knowing that you like spicy food and are afraid of sweet food, knowing that you look difficult to get along with, is actually a little "comedy talent";

Of course, I also know that I have never let any boy into my world, and he is not special, so they have all become "half-baked" friends.

I remember when I was in college, some of my friends were watching young and dangerous people. I looked at them with nothing, but I really shed tears.

It seems to see me scattered in the rivers and lakes, teetering in a pool of blood. Before I met that social elder brother's preference for me, he had already died by someone else's sword.

Can I stop crying?

I'm afraid of dying alone. I don't even remember anyone, like a sentimental amnesia patient.

I don't remember who you loved, looking back at the blank past and future and crying at the window.

If there is a crack in my "single barrier" that day, I hope a tall and handsome boy can break into my Jianghu (not tall or handsome, I just hope he is tall and handsome).

He gave me a gentle or indifferent smile and said, I finally met you.

At least it can make me feel that the road I have traveled is not aimless;

Someone has been waiting to see me.