Chapter 31 Part Three: There Is a Kind of Love There is a Kind of Love

When Yinzi wrote the letter, he mentioned a very old song "Seven Lonely Days", "Seven lonely days make one lonely week; seven lonely nights make one lonely me." The lyrics are somewhat sad, but the melody is cheerful, as if A girl was singing the faint sadness in her heart with a smile.There is a part of each of us that is meant to be alone, regardless of whether we are celibate or not.There is a kind of man who always wants to use his love to cover all the lonely space in the heart of his beloved woman. This kind of ambition is touching, but it is also a bit childish. Amy sat across from me, eating my scrambled eggs with tomatoes and sausages with sautéed onions, chatting with each other.There was a lot that I admired about this American girl, so it was a natural approach.When we meet in class we just nod and smile, but after class we meet up for coffee or something.Most of our topics are about studies, culture or life, and we rarely talk about emotions.Just something weird today. "You're not happy," I said.She looked at me, her eyes turned red.

Throughout the afternoon, we sat face to face on the floor, talking about her love, about her boyfriend when she was studying in Princeton, about their beautiful stories when they traveled together in Paris, about their mutual dependence in England, and about their love. The breakup two weeks ago and the pain when we met again.In fact, I was just a listener, quietly letting her release all the grievances in her heart.That is, in such sharing, we get closer. When we were young, most of our friends were gay.The two little girls were together, walking together on the way after school, whispering endlessly, sharing each other's various snacks, occasionally losing their temper, and turning around and forgetting about it.My memory still retains such a picture very clearly: my best girlfriend in middle school and I got into the same bed and lay down in the cold winter.Wearing white cotton pajamas, we huddled together on a small bed, laughing and laughing, too excited to sleep.I can't remember exactly what made us happy or annoyed at that time. It must be some trivial things that seem so trivial and ridiculous now.The world at that time was so pure and transparent: love has not yet disturbed our simple hearts.At that time, I made thousands of oaths with her, and pulled thousands of hooks. In every place and every time, we would seriously swear: to be a pair of best partners that will never be separated by the vicissitudes of life.

Later, when we grow up, there are boys we like or like ourselves around us. When we are in love, we spend less and less time with our girlfriends unintentionally.Of course, no one will blame, we will always understand and bless the love of friends.I remember that when I was studying in Fudan, the girls in the same dormitory would often make fun of each other: such a thing that forgets friends after seeing sex!Isn't it true that we still held hands in the cafeteria to eat in the freshman year, but in the sophomore and junior year, the girls' slender little hands were taken away one by one by the brats.When love comes, it is overwhelming, and friendship can only temporarily go to a small corner to rest.However, its warmth is still ironing your heart when you inadvertently.Come to think of it, who shared the throbbing feeling of your first heartbeat?Who encourages you to carry your love to the end when you are hesitant?Who rushed to match you up when you were ashamed to confess your love?Who advises you when you are hurting for love?When you cry for love, wipe your tears and scold the person who made you sad?Think about it carefully, and then, you will smile knowingly, because you know that there are such a handful of buddies, and as long as there are a handful of them, you are rich.

Gradually we understand that the world of two people is not our whole.Men and women have completely different biological essences and ultimate pursuits. They are originally different creatures from different planets. Therefore, you cannot force too much on another species. Karen Mok sang in the song: "You are my red potion, he is just a cup of black coffee, you will ask me if I am tired, but he keeps me from sleeping. Our relationship is more precious than his, and our destiny is the same. I don't want to I won't, let's have a misunderstanding, he won't he doesn't deserve it, enjoy two perfumes, I don't want I won't, give up my potion."

Yes, yes, when we were young, we were all fascinated by the fragrant coffee, but after going through a long road of thorns and a longer unknown road, we finally discovered that the red in life Potions are often more important than black coffee. I was sick a few days ago, and my left gum was painful.The pain was so painful that every nerve seemed to collapse violently, and I hurried home before class was over.Lying on the bed alone, I felt the boundless loneliness of being in a foreign land for the first time.The more it is at this time, the more I dare not call my parents, because I know how tortured it is to worry about thousands of miles away.So I fell asleep in that pain, woke up, and fell asleep again, having nightmares again and again, and the day and night were extremely long.The next morning, I felt better, got up and turned on the computer, and there was a letter from my girlfriend Ping in the mailbox, asking about my condition with concern.As soon as we met in the classroom, she stuffed me with large and small bottles of medicine: "Girl, you have to take good care of yourself!" She is ten years older than me, and takes care of me like a sister.

A few days later, I was chatting in her room.She told me about her six-year-old daughter, how her daughter was sick and hospitalized but she couldn't fulfill her duties as a mother, how she often listened to her daughter's childish voice on the tape recorder alone at night, and couldn't control herself. The daughter told her on the phone: Mom, I've dreamed about you five times.Tears welled up in her eyes.I shook her hand tightly: "Your niece will be proud of you, she has a studious, strong and good mother." We gave each other a hug and smiled: "You are the one I hugged when I arrived in Cambridge." The first person I ever passed!" "Hehe, you too!" "Come on, give me another hug." In such seemingly joking and caring thoughts, we helped each other overcome the loneliness and fragility that occasionally hit us in life, side by side Face the storms of the future with more courage and optimism.

Just an ordinary woman, I have never doubted that there is love in this world that is thrilling or long-lasting or both.But I still have another warm and caring feeling in my heart, because I believe in the special tacit understanding that exists between the same sex.A man full of desire to conquer explains the world rationally and systematically. When they approach, they often need alliances.Women comprehend the world with their keen and sensitive nature. They want to get close because they are eager for communication and understanding. My shoulders are very thin, but my heart can carry your sorrow for you when you need it.