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That weirdo likes to listen to Lillian.

When taking a shower, I like to put my mobile phone aside to listen to songs and play them randomly. Lillian was broadcast today.

At that time, I loved Dong Ye. S, I love his Lillian most.

Looking forward to that distant place, there is a beach and a lonely man holding a sail at sea.

I didn't understand him at first, but I thought the melody was good. I don't know music. I think the lyrics are very good. As for later, I still don't understand, but it's better than before.

Later, I met an autistic person who also loved Donye.S Coincidentally, he also loved Lillian the most.

We always meet at the small lake in the park. When I pass by, he always leans lazily against the fence with a black hat in his hand. He always wears headphones. I don't know what he was listening to, but he stopped to blow once in a while.

That man is very cold and always wears clean and simple clothes. He loves running, but his personality is not like running, because he is too withdrawn.

Sometimes when he stops not far away, his eyes will unconsciously move to him. He is extremely sensitive to the outside world. When he feels someone watching him, he will leave at once.

I finally got a chance to talk to him, but he wouldn't give me any corner, so he leaned against the fence. I asked him questions, but he didn't answer. He just turned over his black hat.

Occasionally on a business trip for a week, I didn't see him when I came back. I want to inquire, but people around me often say that I don't remember him. I can't help feeling sad. I think it would be strange if anyone knew him.

I will still run there in the morning and walk around the place where he stayed, but after half a month, he didn't show up again.

A month passed and he still didn't come. I thought I'd never see you again.

During that time, there was a novel on the Internet called Lillian, which was serialized by Qi Yang. Because it has the same name as my favorite song, I can't help but love me, love my dog. I only said it halfway, but after reading the chapter, I was in tears. These words are lonely and painful.

Qi Yang said in his book that he is only the loneliest autistic person in the world after all. If someone likes him, it gives him warmth, but more, it is an unbearable panic because he borrowed a little light and didn't want to return it.

I'm finally not as lonely as before. Who wants to suffer alone in the dark? Qi Yang said he didn't want to, but he had to.

He became even weirder and suffered from schizophrenia. He is looking for it himself, entrusting another one to find it himself, walking to the seaside, wandering at sea, and still looking for the woman he misses.

He loves to travel at night and can't find that person. He always goes to get drunk, but he dare not go during the day for fear of being seen. He joked that he was not a normal person. He was afraid that the woman would leave again and never come back when she saw him.

I was lucky enough to see him again, but when I saw him again, I didn't know he was Qiyang.

It was a little after one o'clock in the morning, but I happened to be in a bad mood and met him who was not very happy. He is no longer as handsome as before, and he is no longer a clean and concise person. The place is still the same, he is still the same, just one more role, just a bunch of wine bottles.

It's not surprising that people haven't finished walking in the middle of the night, but I'm surprised that he's here. When I walk next to him, he smells like alcohol.

For a person staring at him, his attitude is very bad and fierce. Without the usual silence, he talked to me so loudly that he almost shouted, "Do you know Lillian?"

I said, I know, I like listening.

He smiled, not mocking, not mocking, a clean and comforting smile. He told me and he listened. He likes this song and listens to it again and again.

He mumbled something, but I didn't catch it clearly. I listened carefully. I was still talking about Lillian, and I couldn't help laughing. This man likes this song so much that he wants to hug it when he is about to fall asleep.

But something is wrong. Sleeping in the wild at midnight is really not a good idea. I had to wake him up and ask his name and home number. He woke up, but he was unconscious and said nothing.

I sent him to the nearest hotel. I don't have his ID card, so I have to use mine to open a room for him. I won't go back until I settle him down.

The wind in late autumn is very cold, and it's late at night, one after another, regardless of the fact that I, a passerby, am still wearing thin clothes. Fortunately, the street lamp is still a little human, and I found a shadow to accompany me, so that I am not lonely or afraid in this short and long journey.

It was nearly four o'clock in the morning when I got home, and my eyes were sour by the wind and I was completely awake.

He called me early the next morning. He spoke first, thanked me and said he would give me money. I said I didn't need it, but I wanted to have dinner with him. I hesitated for a long time and agreed. I am very happy.

He cleaned himself up and sat in front of me in loose casual clothes, but he was trying to make me ignore him. Sure enough, wine gives people confidence. He dares to go out and get drunk in the middle of the night, but he can't let himself live in the sun for a few minutes.

I tried to find a topic, only to find that I didn't even know his name. I asked him at once. He said his name was Qi Yang.

Thinking of how much he loves to listen to Lillian's songs, I suddenly remembered the novel on the Internet.

"Did you write it?"

Ji Yang finally looked up at me and agreed.

I finally observed his face carefully. I can't imagine such a masculine face being so withdrawn. I want to ask his age, which is about the same as mine. When he told me, I realized that Ji Yang was two years younger than me.

I asked him, "Why do you like Lillian so much?"

I don't know.

"Then why did you write Lillian?"

I don't know.

……………

I didn't ask either. Tell him to eat quickly. If he keeps asking, he will get impatient. It turns out that he hasn't seen you for more than a month and has gone to write a novel. I just don't know where the prototype of that story came from. I guess it came from a song, and then he told me it wasn't.

Qiyang has been keeping in touch with me. I asked him for WeChat, but he still hesitated, but he didn't know how to refuse, so I naturally became his only friend, which he told me later.

His novel is still in progress, and occasionally he doesn't appear in the park for a day or two. I know that he was writing a novel at home that day. After reading what he wrote, I sent him a message, discussed the plot of the story with him, and occasionally deliberately talked about his privacy. I was too arrogant. He refused at first, but then he got used to it.

It turned out that he wasn't him, Qi Yang said, and he didn't know it himself.

The hero in the story imagines a woman who loves her, and she loves him too, but then the woman leaves and he splits into another personality. He asked the personality to help him find a woman and tell her his name.

I said, this is Lillian's original work. Qiyang said that he didn't know. He listened to it countless times and suddenly wanted to write it. It turned out that he really understood Lillian's song.

Qi Yang didn't like to laugh at all, but later he laughed more and more. Many people read the novel after it was written. He gained a lot of fans and his mood gradually changed. He is not as withdrawn as before, and has not changed much, but at least he has become better.

Our relationship is much better. We often sit in the park and blow the wet wind by the lake. In the morning, we run together, listen to songs with headphones, listen to Lillian, and follow Qiyang. I have been riding a bike, too.

I can't bear to watch him eat takeout every day. I occasionally cook for him, pack it and take it to his house. He always calls me as soon as he opens the door, and then brings me slippers.

He ate slowly, and I sat opposite him and watched. Occasionally, Jiyang looked up and noticed my eyes, and his ears suddenly turned red, but he didn't say anything. I think he is very interesting, but I don't look at him anymore.

The night outside the window is thick, and I can't help feeling that the years are quiet, just you and me.

I thought life would get better, but it's not.

After more than two years with him, we both have a good impression on each other. His character is like this I thought it wouldn't be obvious, so I took the initiative once. Unexpectedly, he refused me, and he refused very simply. He left.

Calling him, no one answered, sending messages, sinking into the sea, I looked for him everywhere, frantically looking for him, just like in his novels, I was going crazy because of Qiyang.

I'm going to change his personality. I want to make him more sunny, so that he is no longer lonely and close to strangers. Two years later, he did change a lot, but he was instantly turned back to his original shape, as if he had returned to the time when we first met, but there was a lonely man at that time, and now he is gone.

I am looking forward to his coming back to me, waiting for someone there every day, and I have no intention of working. For a while, I became a cripple, and even went to the park to get drunk late at night like him, with my mobile phone at my side and the song "Lillian" playing the loudest.

I have read his novels many times, but they are not helpful, just spiritual support.

I don't understand why Qi Yang left, and I don't understand why I did this. I just lie in my clothes in the middle of the night, always in tears.

After a long time, I don't remember how many years it was in a trance. Finally, I heard Qiyang again. A strange woman called Qiyang's number and asked me to go to the hospital to claim the body of my family. When it comes to reasons, I said depression and suicide.

I only felt my ears numb, my heart twitched uncontrollably, and I choked with pain, and tears poured out at once. I couldn't stop crying.

There is a busy signal hanging over there. Call again, and there is no sign of reconnection. I have never seen Qiyang for the last time.

Later, I lived in sadness every day and stayed in Lacrimosa all day. I once thought I had depression, and I had to take sleeping pills almost every day to fall asleep. I have been addicted to this sadness and don't want to wake up.

Occasionally I open my eyes in the morning and get stung by the sunshine outside the window. I rubbed my sore and swollen eyes, got up and looked at myself in the mirror with tears all over my face. It turned out that my dream was not beautiful, and I really cried.

It turns out that I am the one who is autistic, and I am the one who loves to listen to Lillian. ? So Qiyang is me, and I am Qiyang.