Articles written by best bad friends.

I especially like an animated film called Strawberry Marshmallow.

The cartoon is very simple, telling the daily life of a 20-year-old Japanese junior college student's sister and four 10-year-old little sisters-extremely daily, eating and drinking Lazar, with almost no plot.

One day, a naughty boy named Meiyu suddenly became obsessed with a word. She said hello to her friend Qianjia over and over again, "Are we friends or girlfriends?"

In Japanese, "AUO" is a friend, and what foreigners call a friend is really a kind and meaningless word. People all over the world who are not enemies can be called friends. On the first day in Japan, I met my roommate on the first day. After half an hour, I asked her to do some shopping for me. She refused to thank me and said, "We are friends". So fast that I can't even react.

The expression "best friend" is always elegant when used directly in Chinese. Let's understand "girlfriends", or girlfriends.

It's strange to say so.

Maybe it's because I'm allergic to the word "best friend" and I feel sad when I mention it.

In a word, friends are still good friends, but the problems that others don't care about make Meiyu extremely persistent, and try their best to show tacit understanding and friendship, just to prove one thing.

"We'd better. She and I are better than her and others. We are better than others. I am not an ordinary friend, but a close friend, the best and only best friend. The best is the best. "

Everyone thinks she is puzzling. At that moment, I really wanted to hug this child.

I always think that the proposition of primary school composition is full of malice, such as "my best friend".

That day, the teacher stood in front of the podium and asked us to stand up and read the composition one by one. A girl with a good relationship wrote about me. When the teacher called the roll, I felt the end of the world.

Because I didn't write about her.

The funny thing is that I didn't write it.

This kind of thing can be used as a warm and funny nostalgic joke now, but at the age when we are all keen on playing the primary story of "You are good with her, not with me", this kind of accident is imminent.

After class, I ran to the girl who wrote about me. The first thing she said to me when she looked up was, it doesn't matter.

I'm even sadder.

So after I met L in college, I never asked her such a stupid question as "Are we best friends?". .

But I was stupid when I first met her.

Chatting with her until midnight before going back to the dormitory together, a few hours is really not enough for us-on the surface, we are all so good at expressing, from macro world outlook to gossip comments, from growth experience to future ideals, we all have too many topics about "me" to tell each other; But inside, we are all alert people, showing five points of sincerity and hiding five points of dark truth.

Extremely happy and extremely tired.

I went into the room and thought about it, but I sent a long and enthusiastic short message when my mind was hot, which was three points more honest than our chat. At the end, there was a very sentimental saying, "Maybe we woke up and woke up again, and the next day we resumed the state of ordinary students and protected ourselves." But tonight I think of you as my friend. "

It took me a lot of courage to write this hypocritical and humiliating conclusion in front of the computer.

At that age, we experienced too many baptism events, such as proposition composition, and we knew that we should not show sincerity first, just like two dogs meet, and no one wants to show weakness on the ground first.

I talked to the editor once, and he said it was the most difficult to write about yourself among all the roles.

I said yes, it's hard not to lie, and it's not bad to avoid the important. After all, I have a pen, so why bother?

The editor said, so honesty and courage always go together.

I don't remember whether she replied to that short message, which is enough to prove that even if she did, it must be quite cold, otherwise I wouldn't automatically erase this memory.

After a long time, she took the initiative to mention this matter, and I realized that she was actually very moved, but she really felt that there was something wrong with my brain. To tell the truth, it was because of this stupid message that she suddenly felt safe, so she was willing to be close to me and try to be a real friend.

The first dog showed his belly, and the second dog decided not to bite him, so everyone could play together.

I have many friends. She is a proud person, intelligent and insightful; You can suddenly raise your hand at the election site where top students gather and say that I want to make an impromptu campaign speech. I want to choose the Communist Youth League Secretary, or I can stay in the dormitory every day after being elected, without the appearance of any activist; You can easily let everyone around you revolve around her, or you can offend people at will. When a girl she didn't like stood at the door of the dormitory and said, "I really want to talk to someone," she said, don't look for me.

Then close the dormitory door.

People still say that she is good.

By contrast, when it comes to people, I'm just a coward. If that girl stood in front of my house, I would put a fake smile on her face. I would rather delay my own affairs than talk about each other's inner intimacy and disorderly eating. After I finally got rid of the plague, I dared to go to L and growl-don't forget to keep the volume and maintain the neighborhood morality.

From time to time, I will drop his eyelids and sneer.

So I gradually seldom show this side in front of her. Being friends requires equal strength. I don't want to be a weak chicken all the time My favorite friend may despise me in his heart-this suspicion makes me feel bad.

I don't want to act like I care too much about her. She and I are the best in college, but she is very good with many people. In the early days of the intranet (now renamed Renren), there was a module called "Special Friends" in the sidebar on the right side of the page. There were only four places at first, and then it was expanded to six.

One of them is me.

It's hard to describe your friend, and readers may prefer to hear you describe your boyfriend. Friendship is even more difficult to describe, because it is something that everyone in the world has, at least they think they have it.

Everyone feels that their share is the most special, and others' share is nothing more than that, needless to say, they all understand.

So you will understand that in a group, you are always the only one who is joking with the same slot. When others are incited by guests, you smile and say to each other, who are you fooling? This level is not enough.

And everything comes from the heart, the synchronization rate is suspected to be against the sky for one second, and we are not bad for one second.

We once copied homework together for a semester. In high school, everyone was a bully, but in elite universities with fierce competition, we were reduced to copying homework, and our dignity and IQ were humiliated. We just pretend to be laughing and laughing, as if we don't mind the situation in Hexi for thirty years. L asked me, is it true that the more people appreciate the scenery, the more ruthless they are when they fall, and they don't know how to turn back? I said yes, but it was pride and vanity that prevented us from turning back. We used to despise those students who used "I am smart but I don't work hard" as a shield, but we didn't expect ourselves to become such people.

She said it's good to have you.

It's good to have each other on the falling journey.

We sat in McDonald's for 24 hours until dawn. I told her for the first time that if we didn't get high marks, we would write novels together. She said yes, I would make it into a movie-daydreaming made us so excited that we secretly planned the character setting and plot direction all night, and even planned what prize we might win. After all, the commercial route is different from the artistic route.

As naive as this movie dream, she and I have many grand plans. I blush when I think of it today, but my blood is still boiling.

It was dawn and we bought the last two cups of coffee. She said, let's go and see the sunrise!

We walked along the road for five minutes before I said, "There are so many buildings here that we can't reach the horizon."

"Yes," I said, "it's still cloudy today."

There was a silence for a while, and only the two of us laughed impudently in the empty street. Both of them are stupid.

We have too many such moments.

We all watch the meteor shower in winter and summer, on the campus lawn. In summer, when the air is cool, just lie down and watch, and spray mosquito repellent toilet water every five minutes. It's a southern weekend under you, with big and strong paper. In winter, Beijing is very cold. We wore down jackets and raincoats outside, because the clever L said it would keep out the wind-at her suggestion, I brought a thermos bottle and a bag of snacks. When we were shivering on the lawn, we made milk tea and were regarded as living ET by all the strange couples in the meteor shower next to us.

After the power was cut off, we went to a restaurant with wifi and watched movies on our laptops. When we came back, it was already three o'clock in the morning, and the traffic lights at the bottom of the wide Haidian Bridge were staggered, and there was no car. I suddenly told her that I watched robot cats when I was a child. In one episode, everyone was restored. A mini city has been built in Nobita's yard. Everyone has different wishes. Tongluo Shaodian has no money, and the bookstore that the owner won't drive away when standing and reading comics ... There is only a small character lying at the crossroads, saying that he can finally lie on the road.

Sometimes people's wishes are as simple as that, as long as this is good. Neither the high-paying job I am worried about nor the ivy she hopes for can compare with such a wish.

She said, now lie down.

In this way, we rushed to the middle of the empty road together and lay down on our back at the red light.

It's not the same as lying on the floor, bed or sofa. The most dangerous place, but I feel indescribably practical. Only the asphalt road can give you sureness, and only this friend who cares about you and understands you can give you sureness.

I want to ask, am I your best friend?

Of course not. How can I ruin such a good moment?

Before the celebration of the 60th anniversary of the founding of the People's Republic of China, Chang 'an Avenue was often closed because of the rehearsal of military parade. My uncle, who works in an office, gave me two tickets for The Road to Rejuvenation. We went to the Great Hall of the People to watch it together. It was eleven o'clock at the end, the subway stopped, Chang 'an Avenue was empty, and we couldn't get a taxi.

She said, then take a walk, walk through this section and try your luck ahead.

There are only two of us on Chang 'an Avenue at midnight, and we can occasionally see two police cars after passing a small intersection. We were so hungry that we robbed the off-duty vendors, rushed over to stop other people's bicycles and bought the last two strings of Sugar-Coated Berry, and ate them while walking.

When passing a famous tower, she suddenly said, when grandpa gets rich, I'll take off my photo and change it for you!

We laughed, and the armed police looked at us and smiled.

I said you heard that song, best bad friend-we don't want to be like what the lyrics say.

She said that I never pay attention to the lyrics when listening to songs.

Maybe it's my crow mouth Since then, our relationship has become awkward.

As I said, L is a proud man. Although I am timid, I don't really want to fall.

Even if we copy our homework and muddle along, we don't lack resumes. After a little whitewashing, our transcripts and internship qualifications are still very good. She began to close the door and prepare the PS and recommendation letters needed to go abroad. I put on a one-step skirt and high heels to attend various interviews.

How strange it is that so many stupid and humiliating things can be done together, but they become very unfamiliar when they are busy with serious things. I asked her about the progress of the application, and she said it was like that when she was busy; She asked me whether the novel had been submitted. I said I was joking and really expected to be published ... there is no competition between us. Whether it is the future direction or the boy you like, there is a difference of 108 thousand miles. We are not jealous of each other.

So I still can't figure it out.

Are we just fair-weather friends, and as soon as we touch the real forbidden zone in each other's hearts, we will be out immediately? I gave her my first book carefully, pretending that it was just melatonin, and everyone just laughed together, but at the same time I really wanted her approval. She just said, "Hey, are you out?" Put it in the cupboard. We haven't eaten together for a long time. Suddenly, she jumped in front of me and said, "I have got the AD from X school, and the scholarship is still on the way." I didn't give the cheers and blessings I deserved, but I just smiled reluctantly, as if I was ashamed.

But what is the contradiction between us?

I never avoid important things, I really don't know. If there were any dark grievances, I'm afraid it wouldn't be bitter today.

In the lyrics that she didn't listen to, "The excuse that has been avoided is not a deep hatred, and an old confidant can't be an old friend."

She didn't attend the graduation ceremony and flew to England for a summer camp.

The last message sent to me was, happy graduation.

I asked where you were, and she said happy graduation.

If you think the ending of this story is puzzling, then I think you know how I feel.

However, most friendships in this world have no results.

Campus girls need friends, more like animals on the grassland need ethnic groups. They don't long for friendship, just don't want to be isolated, so even if they don't like this friend, they need to live with it. Over time, they have some feelings, and they can hold a tear and say long live friendship.

I have always said that L and I are different from them, just like in the cartoon, Meiyu angrily emphasized that we are best friends and best friends. We didn't make do.

Best friend. Why can't people get together for ten years, and friends can't walk together for life?

When I left the campus, there was no need to look for ethnic groups. I found that adults don't have to cut out their own hearts and lungs, and no one wants to touch your stomach. No matter how big the grievance is, you can get over it as long as you sleep, and you will bite your teeth and walk away. Later, even if someone asked, they were too lazy to sort out the cause and effect.

Thankfully, I lost her when I graduated, which will make me feel much better.

On the day of the Fukushima earthquake, I finally received her email. She thought I had returned to Japan to study abroad and asked me if I was safe.

How much she doesn't care that I remember my whereabouts, and how much she misses it will make her so anxious.

A thousand words are stuck in my chest. We talked a few words, but there was no tacit understanding in those days. There are too many words that need background introduction, so I'm too lazy to say too much.

This time, neither dog showed his belly.

I heard this song again when I was walking on the road yesterday.

"Once upon a time * * you put the wine.

One night's watering is not enough.

I had a good time. How about you? "

L, do you have it?

"Qian mei, are we friends? Really? Really? Really? "

In the cartoon, Qianjia was finally annoyed by Mei-yu. She looked at Mei-yu sideways and said:

"Forget it."