"In real life, that's always the case."
"Some people always deliberately find fault. No matter they win or fail, they always have a lot of excuses to condemn and attack, but do you believe it?"
"Those attacking voices always seem to come from losers, because they urgently need such an opportunity to prove their pitiful existence, for fear that if they slow down a little, their weakness and failure will be exposed. The louder and fiercer they are, the more likely they will be. It’s a guilty conscience.”
"They never know how to cherish happiness or respect others. They demand perfection from everyone, trying to cover up their own embarrassment and ugliness in this way, as if as long as others are not perfect, their shortcomings will become okay. Bear."
"The nihilism and impetuosity of the Internet have exacerbated this."
"I think you should be very aware of this. Therefore, all your social network accounts are run by a professional team. You have never cared about it yourself, right?"
Gawain quietly stared at the screen of his mobile phone. Messages from Pulan popped out one after another, and the eloquent content continued to be transmitted.
Somewhat magically, those words were all a pile of cold data without any vitality, but he could feel the warmth behind the words.
And power.
Involuntarily, the heavy weight on his chest lightened, and along with it, the corners of his mouth also turned upward.
"Ha, got caught."
Gawain replied, but in the blink of an eye Pulan's message was pushed to the top of the screen. It continued to refresh the screen and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Not surprising."
"If someone still believes that you are a person who is passionate about social networking, it means that they don't know anything about you."
Pause for a moment.
Pulan seemed to be aware of the possibility of ambiguity in these words that were blurted out without thinking, and exposed some of his true inner thoughts.
As a result, the "Inputting" dialog box lasted for a while.
"Inputting..."
disappear.
"Inputting..."
Disappeared again.
Gao Wen just looked at the screen like this, as if he could feel Pu Lan struggling and sighing in front of another mobile phone screen across thousands of mountains and rivers.
Gawain was neither nervous nor anxious. Instead, he felt happy, and laughter surged gently in his chest.
Then, the message was finally sent.
"Anyway!"
"I mean, I wish I could tell you that no matter what happens, I'm standing behind you."
"Compared with the pressure to attack and slander, you should know that there are still people who have faith, believe in you, and support you."
One second. Two seconds. There was a pause.
"Because we are friends."
Even though he only had the text in front of him and couldn't see the other person's expression, Gawain could feel Pu Lan's struggle from a pause and a sentence.
There may even be annoyance and regret at this moment. Are you sure this last sentence doesn't mean that there is no three hundred taels of silver here?
These words really just come from... "friends"?
Meanwhile, Paris.
Pulan was stunned.
Looking at the last sentence at the bottom of the phone screen, my mouth opened wide, and there was no response for a long time. My brain seemed to be malfunctioning and unable to function.
"ah……"
Finally, with a wailing cry, Pulan buried his head deeply between his hands:
Superfluous! This is definitely superfluous! It’s as if Gawain is afraid that he won’t realize his true inner thoughts!
madness!
How could she be so stupid!
etc!
withdraw!
Pu Lan suddenly raised his head, quickly clicked on the message, and tried to withdraw it. Because he was too eager, he was in a hurry, and then the message was refreshed.
"Hey, hey, hey, what's going on?"
Entering...
Gawain was typing and had obviously seen Pulan's last sentence.
Pulan felt that he urgently needed the memory eraser in "Men in Black". I didn't know if I could borrow it, so I just borrowed it!
"Have you seen the movie 'Stand By Me'?"
Movie?
Pu Lan was slightly startled. This was different from the reply he had imagined. Why did the topic change its track? I can't relate to the context.
But Pulan didn't hesitate and replied, "No."
"The movie tells the story of four troubled twelve-year-old boys who go into the forest together to find the body of a twelve-year-old boy of the same age."
"The movie says that although he and I haven't seen each other for ten years, I know that I will miss him forever. I have never made as good friends as the group of people I had when I was twelve."
"Friendship in youth is always simple and pure. Although we were no longer twelve years old when we met, I am still grateful to know you."
"So, thank you."
"Thank you for being willing to accompany me, and thank you for being willing to believe in me. Today, I need such words more than ever. Because I know how difficult and precious those friendships and bonds are."
"Wait, I need to confirm, you must be more than twelve years old, right?"
"Otherwise, I think our conversation may be inappropriate. Um, is it still too late for me to delete the chat history?"
Phew.
Pulan couldn't hold it back, and burst out laughing. That guy was like that, even if he was having fun in hardship, he could still find a positive and optimistic spirit.
"Yes, I am very sure and certain that I am no longer twelve years old. By the way, let me tell you a secret, I am actually an adult."
Unknowingly, the words typed on the keyboard also become playful. Even if you can't hear the sound, you can still feel the lightness behind the words.
The same goes for the reply sent from the other end of the phone.
"Phew. Then I'll be relieved."
"So, what I want to say is that even though we were no longer twelve years old when we met, I am very lucky that I can become friends with you."
"Ten years ago, I didn't know you, and you didn't belong to me. We were still the same, walking around the streets with a stranger, and walking through the increasingly familiar streets."
"Ten years later, maybe we are still friends, maybe not, but I will always miss that day. After I lost an important game, there was someone who accompanied me to be sad, lost and confused."
“I will always miss this afternoon.”
"Thanks."
Pu Lan read the simple words over and over again and again.
ten years.
Involuntarily, she followed the text on the phone screen and started imagining, where were they each ten years ago? Where will they be ten years from now?
"Being with a stranger", Pulan read this sentence over and over again, and seemed to be able to deeply feel the lightness and complexity behind the words. There is something in the words, which is far from the meaning of the words on the surface, but something else hidden behind them. The hint made me feel excited.
Plop.
Plop.
The heart beat violently, it was too strong and too strong, as if it was about to jump out of the chest, and Pu Lan almost couldn't breathe.
Up and down, fast and slow, an uncontrollable emotion, mixed with restlessness, excitement, apprehension, throbbing and excitement, was rushing through the chest, but the corners of the mouth could not be controlled and raised up, just like that gently The ground rose, and I felt the urge to scream and cheer.
So, is this the feeling of heartbeat?
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