Peel oranges [whimsy 28]

Oranges are sitting at the table peeling oranges.

This orange is very strange. It has four sticks on its round body, facing the side of the orange, and three small holes, two of which are symmetrical and smaller, and the lower one is slightly larger.

Orange peel is generally not easy to peel, and this is no exception. Its skin is thick and tough. The orange's fingers have no nails, and the fingertips stained with yellow juice are also faintly red.

Tears rolled down the cheeks of oranges and dripped on the peel of oranges. I don't know if it's because of my hand pain or other reasons.

At this time, the orange was still talking: "Don't cry, your nose is so ugly."

It has two "hands" like sticks, gently rubbing the fingers of oranges.

The orange shed more tears: "You care about me."

The orange said, "I'm here to maintain the beauty and peace of the world."

This sentence it said, as well as its voice and tone, are very similar to oranges, the first boy that oranges like.

Ten years ago, Orange was in Grade Two. She and Orange were both assigned to Class 89.

When arranging seats, oranges were arranged to sit at the same table with her. When the things are moved, wave to her and say hello: "Hello at the same table, I'm an orange".

The orange only tilts its head slightly to the orange side and smiles and nods as a greeting.

When she was in primary school, she came to this city from the mountains alone. She is in rags and not beautiful. She just buries herself in reading. She has never said more than ten words to a boy.

She took out her exercise book and heard the orange on the left exaggerate: "So your name is luna, and your handwriting is really beautiful."

Oranges were not called oranges before, but luna.

Luna turned to smile: "Thank you", then opened the exercise book and began to do math problems.

A question stumped her. It took her half an hour and three pages of draft paper, but she still couldn't write a word in her exercise book.

So she folded a corner on this page.

The next day, when she took out her exercise book again, she saw a piece of paper filled with steps to solve the problem in the corner. On the lower right of this page, there is an orange with a stick figure.

Orange is a humorous boy, and luna will also be amused by him and start to like chatting with him. Orange is the first boy to chat with her for more than ten minutes.

They know each other, pass notes in class and answer questions from each other.

Because luna is a boarder, it is inconvenient to buy things. Oranges will bring her breakfast and the books she needs.

One day between classes, it was sunny. They basked in the sunshine in the corridor, and the orange leaned against the wall, squinting at the orange telling jokes about his last exam.

The orange stood in front of her, smiling with his back to the sun, and the sun outlined a warm taste on him.

At that moment, luna felt that everything was just right, and they would be together as long as the time came.

However, some opportunities never come on their own.

One day, two people joined in, a boy and a girl.

Girls are very gentle, always with a sweet smile.

I don't know when the interaction between girls and oranges started. When luna realized it, they were already together.

He has always been her good friend, but he has become someone else's boyfriend.

Later, luna left the city and went to a distant place to study computer. After four years in college, she had little entertainment and studied all the time. Finally, she got a double degree in computer and mechanical design with the first grade in the whole school.

She gave herself a nickname and said to all the newcomers who knew her, "My name is orange."

She applied to participate in the company's intelligent robot project and made an orange with everything she learned.

She used the most advanced preservative in the world. It is said that this preservative can keep peeled watermelon dry for ten years.

Then, she installed a smart chip, a camera, a sound generator and limbs. After more than a year of debugging, it has become what it is now.

It can talk, sing and even get angry and joke. Its two wheels can stretch, and its two arms are small, but they are strong and elastic.

This is an orange that belongs only to her-oranges belong to oranges. In this world, if there were no oranges, there would be no oranges.

Just like she has been holding a glimmer of hope that oranges are with her because of the gentle and active attack of girls, but because they are suitable, they have nothing to do with love.

Oranges think they would rather have no love than fall in love with others.

Until yesterday.

She is chatting with her high school friend. He said: "I remember that once, Orange Jun came to me and said that he had quarreled with his girlfriend. I said a lot and scolded him. Later, I don't know how they made up. According to their personality, it should be the girlfriend of Orange Jun. "

The orange said flatly, "Will they quarrel again?"

"Of course, they often quarrel for a while. Sometimes I thought they would break up, but they all made up. Unexpectedly, they are getting married now. "

Only then did the orange know that they would quarrel. After the quarrel, like all lovers, they coaxed Joe and got back together.

That's how they came.

Juzijun believes that true love is only when you can quarrel, make up, hate someone and be reluctant to part with someone.

At this time, the orange knew that he had lost him forever.

She picked up the orange that took her years of hard work, peeled it off bit by bit, peeled it off one by one, and took out those chips and components and threw them into the trash can.

Before throwing them away, she heard the orange shout, "Goodbye, orange."

She brought another orange she just bought and peeled it one by one.

Then, put this orange and that orange into the juicer together.

When she poured this cup of juice into the trash can, she said softly, "Yes, my name is luna."

[Note 1] Joe: In some dialects, it means to have a problem with others' opinions and pretend to be embarrassed. This is the careful thinking of girls in love.