[1] Let dust increase the distance between us.

[2] When I was in primary school, my parents were always on business trips. When I am alone at home, I go to jiaozi during the day and eat noodles at night. A few days. The key is hung on the chest with a long rope. When you get home, turn on the TV. A little bully learning machine is actually used to play 64 1 game cards. Knock on ice bricks or tanks and eat beans. My junior high school is opposite the stadium, so I got a large open sky. In April, someone was flying a kite, and I couldn't help but take a look at it in class. Then I went to the video store two blocks away after school, and my favorite idol singer released a new album. In the days when tapes were still mainstream, there was a whole wall on the wooden shelf. The fried sugar cake I bought before was scolded by the manager before I came in and swallowed it in three bites. I almost rolled my eyes. In high school, I also went to make up lessons in summer vacation. A class lasts for 40 minutes, but 30 minutes are spent dozing off. It takes 45 minutes to ride a bike from home to cram school. In the midsummer of July and August, I staggered on the pedal, riding faster between two lush camphor trees, but riding slower in the shadow of camphor trees. However, my grades didn't go up. After the exam, I bit the sheets with my teeth in the dormitory in the middle of the night and cried hard.

[3] So, the friend who put on pajamas with me and sat in front of the bully learning machine was so close to each other's parents in elementary school that she brought two dinners on the night when I was alone. Putting homework aside at midnight 10, the two men opened their eyes with excitement in order to pass the "Squirrel Fight". And where she is now. Just like friends sitting together in junior high school, they were named together in class because they were in a daze. In front of the video store, she swallowed three candy cakes, and I swallowed four, sharing the same sweetness. Then I bought a lemon tree in Su Huilun, and she chose Mai's heart sign language. Even invented a strange game, even if only two or three meters apart in the same classroom, they also communicated frequently by writing letters, twice a week, and soon accumulated a thick stack. I must have, maybe, should, maybe, written something like "I'm glad to be like this" at the end of the letter. But where are such friends now? Organize mobile phone messages on weekends and see the New Year messages from high school friends. During the summer vacation, we went to a remedial class together. After that, I volunteered to drive her to the station in the opposite direction, even though it took me fifteen minutes to get home. In the inseparable three years, she played all the roles, including crawling into bed in the middle of the night and groping to wipe away my tears in the dark, skipping classes to buy delicious bread in a distant supermarket, and even getting really excited and scolding me for not being strong enough. However, at present, I am a friend who only sent a text message to greet me a year ago. Where is it?

[4] It's not that I don't know. They study abroad, fall in love and get married, or work in companies in the city. After a good internship, I successfully stayed in school. "Where" doesn't mean that.

[5] After studying, meet new people. Working together, staying up late together, holding the quilt out and spreading it on the floor of the hall, tearing bread while chatting, girls' calves are tangled together and often stretched out for air because of overheating. In the idle night, I walked hand in hand into the street and sat by the closed fountain. It suddenly reopened and sprayed a few wet backs. I met him online, from strange to familiar, to a good relationship. Chat for hours every day with chat tools, talk about some small things that happen at any time, talk about what I just had for lunch, or talk about which cartoon I am watching now, and talk about a joke I just saw. Even if you shout "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. I want to give gifts on my birthday, and I can meet at a fast food restaurant if I have the opportunity, but when I meet in the middle of the night, I am willing to tell my innermost secrets and loneliness. The same, all disappeared. Become a person who doesn't even know the situation at the moment, doesn't leave a name in the phone address book, and never flashes a chat avatar again.

[6] Just like the road of subtraction, it is slowly, gradually and barren.

[7] But there are still people who can play jokes on each other, know each other's temperament, have a warm relationship that can be heard from her mouth, have people who can go to the movies and fill in phone records together, make long-distance and short-distance calls for days and nights, and chat from dark to dawn. So, there are still friends at the moment, and there are still friends at the moment. They replaced the former.

Unfortunately, it is not a quarrel, a split, or even a contradiction, not because the mood changes from positive to negative. It seems natural and helpless. After a long period of unconsciousness, I realized in a short time that I lost the information of those important people and lost contact. Taking graduation as a turning point, there is no chance to meet. Maybe I wrote more frequently at first, but one day I stopped because of the exam week, and then the density dropped sharply. Until I finally remembered, I didn't contact again for several months. At this time, new faces, new phones and new topics are like soft water pushing out a river in front of us. So, in the final analysis, I feel lazy and frustrated. I invited different people for my birthday and had a good time. Graduation or job-hopping, farewell to leave, and sometimes even similar opportunities are not needed. Just because of busy negligence or other reasons that have long been forgotten, they cut off contact on the Internet and turned into gray-black patterns with each other. When they realize this, they can no longer talk to him rashly. Even with such a beginning, more than a dozen conversations suddenly solidified. Embarrassed and uncomfortable, get up and stand in a warm place. Time and space become two multiplied lines, and a huge number is obtained, from which only the dust of memory can be filled. Alienation seems to be the law of nature. Just like a depressed city, a season without electricity, a gesture that is no longer popular, an abandoned railway track, its sleepers are weathered or decayed, wormwood grows everywhere, and it is buried a little until it disappears from sight.

[9] There must be eternal and beautiful friendship in this world, just as all the poems sing. There must be. Long-term companionship, unlimited by time and space, is the eternal friendship between Liuli and Cai Hua. So there must be eternal, not-so-eternal friendship in this world, which only shines at a certain stage.

[10] Similar losses are so common that they are used to it from heart to body. Organize the address book of the new mobile phone and consider whether to delete it. "What's the use of keeping it?" And so on. I realized that I was passing by my former friend's company and didn't want to stop and have a look. I just said, "Oh, here it is." That's the decision. Desolate?

The use of the word "former friend" must include the meaning of "not now" Although there is no real reason, "no, no" is just a passing remark.

[1 1] Then one night, ignorance broke into the website of a former friend, and from this to that, everyone who forgot his name for ten years became clear. Recalling the past more, physical education class played badminton and got stuck on the branch of a tall spruce tree. One year's birthday present is to record a tape recorder. There should be a Su Huilun song. She was the first person to speak after I entered high school. Like a towel soaked in hot water. So naturally, I had a dream when I slept. A car full of people, the sky outside the window is a mixture of purple and blue. In the later conversation, I understood that it was originally to watch the Cassiopeia meteor shower. The sky, which seems to be only a few hundred meters away, is full of fleeting white light, and the roar and crack can be faintly heard. This is a beautiful night. I talk to people around me, and then turn to talk to people in the back row, or talk to people in the front row and people on the right in the front row ... a car full of former friends.

[12] There must be eternal, not-so-eternal friendships that only shine at a certain stage in this world. Just like there is a substance called phosphor in this world. It will slowly release the light it absorbed before, and it will be released one day. At the last moment, the beam reflected from it is from strong to weak, and finally becomes thinner, followed by complete and silent darkness. In the past, all the road signs and place names written in fluorescence have disappeared. So, at this time, can you understand the meaning of an old saying now? That sentence said, "I can't go back."

Do you understand now?

Title: Emerging bubbles

Author: doomsday

00 1

This was my dream.

The dream is a reassuring figure with a fluffy and a little rough sweater texture on his face. Sensitive skin can distinguish tiny temperature difference, which is different from the cold wind around at night.

It should be an intimate relationship. And subconsciously know that this belongs to a boy's back.

Then the end of this dream, I don't remember. Even if he turned around, he woke up clean without leaving a trace.

What else happened? I only remember such a warm back.

In fact, even if something happens, it's just a one-man show I wrote myself.

002

The reason why I told unknown so this dream from the beginning is because I want to tell you something about him.

Although it's been a year. But it took me two hours to recite a short Chinese text, and now I can clearly remember everything about him.

He sat in front of me. Sandwiched between us is a short girl. I can see her as soon as I look up. He always holds his chin in his left hand, and more often, he habitually rubs his earlobe.

He has always been just an image to me. He hardly looks back. Actually, he doesn't talk much at all. But his back, probably my illusion, always gives me a warm feeling.

Actually, he is not that cold. At least he won't ignore you if you talk to him. The problem is that he never seems to take the initiative to speak.

Silent and introverted, when did I start to like boys with this personality?

Well, I admit, he is really good-looking.

003

Maybe you will say, yo, this is another old secret love story.

However, which girl's feelings are not conventional?

Like a person, secretly love a person, or be liked by others, are simple to conventional emotions.

I think at least I am a complete layman.

So on the fourth day after school started, when I found that the man sitting in front of me was the most successful male creature in our class zoo, I held back my inner joy and spent the most exciting day since school started.

In fact, it's just an unprofessional gossip when chatting with the girl at the same table, but after completing the substantive action of "asking for mobile phone number" under the instigation of the same table, and adding the original blank background such as "birthplace" and "date of birth", it began to have an unusual meaning for his every behavior.

At the right time, place and person.

Cause, process and result must all happen.

004

Actually, it's not the first time for me to chat with him and ask for his mobile phone number.

One day soon after school started, I lined up to do outdoor sports. Because it is the first time, the narrow corridor is crowded with teams who don't know where to go. The man behind me walked too fast and accidentally pushed me. At first, I didn't notice that it was him in front. If I see it, I probably don't have to push it from behind, and my body will automatically lean forward, which is a bit evil.

Anyway, it was pushed down. I looked up and found it was him. I suddenly stammered and vaguely said "I'm sorry".

He didn't look back, just sighed softly.

Maybe there's not even an "hmm".

However, I am more sure that this back is as warm as in my dream.

I didn't contact him much because of the pain of my text messages and soaring phone bills. Naturally, there is nothing to talk about, such as "Are you up?" "Have you eaten?" "Have you finished your homework?" And "Are you asleep?" Watching the phone jump out of the prompt box of "successful sending", I suddenly realized that you are really a bitch. But the next day, I still hid in the quilt after sleeping, hesitated for a long time at the "send" button on the flashing mobile phone screen, and pressed "OK".

And he, after a long time to reply. Sometimes you just don't come back.

I may be annoying.

005

There are always couples holding hands in school, and they are not willing to let go of their tightly locked fingers until they meet the director of the academic affairs office at the next corner.

On the other hand, some couples are extremely secretive. They can't say a few words like strangers during the day, but they walk together slowly after school, talking and laughing, full of tacit understanding.

And he, I thought his silence could stop the girl's fierce offensive, but it seemed to arouse the girl's endless curiosity about beautiful things. Within 0/5 days of going to school, one day after school, I saw him walking intimately with a little girl.

I met that girl once. She and her friends have been to our class. At that time, I was sitting at the back door and had a good chat with my classmates. She walked right in. I saw the door and asked, are there any tall and handsome boys in your class?

I had to keep a stiff smile for a second and answer like an idiot, no.

But her friend found that he had already fallen asleep on the table, pulling her to talk excitedly.

Six days later, I saw them walking together, not at school, of course-they could pretend to be strangers at school. He is a quiet boy and has no idea how to write the word "arrogant", but this just silence, coupled with his outstanding appearance, has attracted more attention for him.

This is naturally a bad thing for me, but there is nothing I can do.

006

If tears can be counted as "drops".

So how many tears have I shed for him in this short three years of high school?

First time I knew he had a girlfriend. As I said before, I suddenly met him after school one day without any warning, and I was still wondering what expression and tone to use to greet him. I found a little girl beside him and he was smiling at her.

In an instant, the blood stopped flowing, and after watching them walk out of ten paces, they reacted and followed.

Recalling his expressionless face, squinting, frowning occasionally, rubbing his hair, and even something shining in his eyes. He has so many vivid expressions, but only silence belongs to me.

I texted him, "Do you have a girlfriend?"

This time he came back faster than ever. "yes."

Simple words are like flowers with thorns, so cruel that even tiny hopes can't be kept.

Gossip can be turned a deaf ear, but I personally can't deny the fact after confirmation. The lacrimal gland always shows great superiority at this time. I looked at the dim mobile phone screen, looked at the name at a loss and began to cry.

James bond

If a smile can be calculated by "flowers".

So how many "flowers" did he smile at me in this long three years of high school?

Ten fingers can count it. The first time I remember, he played basketball on the playground at noon. I wandered around the playground with my friends and, of course, fantasized about meeting a handsome guy. I didn't see him at first. After I was hit in the back of the head by a powerful basketball, I looked back at the attacker with indignation, but I saw him in the crowd.

The perpetrator came shyly to apologize. I only saw him standing in the crowd against the light, and the smile in the corner of his eye was full of all the light.

It seems that he is the dazzling and brilliant sun.

008

Sometimes I wonder why I like him.

This is a math problem with no solution. Among many formulas and theorems, only the special symbol "like" is more and more conspicuous.

And the conclusion is that I will give him whatever he can't give me.

009

In the three years of high school, the closest contact was when a group of people played the game of king in KTV box when they graduated.

The same sex passed directly, but the opposite sex was caught. A group of people are laughing insidiously, like demons. These poor people are like lambs to be slaughtered on the chopping block.

I don't know if God gave me the last favor. I tied him in the last game.

In fact, he is not used to such occasions. In front of him, he and other girls were attracted to waltz or twist their hips, and he repeatedly avoided it. This time, the demons have been staring at us in a premeditated way.

Demon 1 say, kiss.

Demon 2 said he had a wife.

Demon 1 said that he had disobeyed several times before.

Demon 3 said, why don't you give it a hug, hehehe ~

Demon 1 said, just a hug? This boy is so cheap.

Demon 3 said that it would be a miracle if people could promise.

The second demon said to him, "So-and-so, it's a pity that you don't agree."

He nodded helplessly and stopped. I promised headquarters.

Demon 3 said, in order not to make your wife angry, we just need to make it smaller, so let the woman hug the man from behind.

I hugged him gently from behind under the laughing gaze of a group of people. The boy's body temperature is clearly transmitted to his palm through a sweater and a coat. The sudden heat just filled the gap between fingers. In a closed space, darkness expands endlessly. The gas keeps expanding, squeezing the suspended emotions into irregular shapes. Even I feel a little guilty myself.

The same feeling as in my dream. In a trance, this seems to be the warm dream.

I hope this dream lasts longer.

A little longer.

0 10

It was already late at night when the carnival ended that day, and those who had just sung heartlessly showed their sad looks and said goodbye in twos and threes. I watched his outline disappear into the night, as if swallowed up by a monster hidden in the dark.

So we split up. I may never see each other again.

I thought, sadness is growing in my heart.

I didn't tell him how much I liked him in the end.

Who can tell me if this is right?

0 1 1

At the end of that dream, he turned his head and smiled.

"hi."