Chapter 3 Farewell to Vivian (3)

two This girl likes to drink ice water.My favorite attire is a calico skirt and sneakers on bare feet.Hair is very long.There are dark and bright eyes.no makeup. When she was 12 years old, she had a crush on the handsome boy in her class.Favorite guy in high school was Hemingway. Ann: Do you know how Hemingway died? he does not know Ann: He put the shotgun in his mouth and pulled the trigger Him: yes Ann: Then his entire skull was blown off Him: very tragic Ann: not tragic Ann: Just the way he likes it. Him: How do you like him? Ann: Hehe Ann: Yes.I often think about how people should deal with themselves decisively.

Ann: But life has worn us down to death. He wasn't too sure that such a girl existed.He met her online.He had never seen her face.In real life, there doesn't seem to be such an interesting girl.Her thoughts sometimes made him suspect that she was a man. But she is lovely.She has her own way of talking.He is also happy. That night, I met Wei An online again.He said, come out and meet, let's go to Haagen-Dazs.She once told him she liked ice cream.She said, is it Isetan on Nanjing Road? There is one there.He said take your pick.He always believed that she was in the same city as him.While chatting, she had a good taste talking about KENZO's new perfume with him.She told him that she likes the subway in Shanghai.While waiting on the platform, she often had a desire.I want to jump down very suddenly, and then struggle to climb up the steps when the subway is roaring.

She said she loved the fantasy, which harbored fear and hopelessness. Do you like looking at the sea?she says.The sea is the clearest and warmest tear on earth.He was there laughing at her. But Shanghai has only one dirty Huangpu River. He knew very well that she would not easily agree to come out and meet him. For a while, netizens in Shanghai were used to this kind of gathering. More than 10 people went out drinking and bowling together.There are more men.Of course he also dated girls. IRC is the best place to approach strangers.He met with nearly 20 girls he met online.Some broke up after a meal together, and never saw the next time.There are exceptions.For example, his ex-girlfriend Lace is the prettiest online girl he has ever seen.The indiscreet romance lasted six months.

That hunter-like quick curiosity and desire to conquer, later felt its cruelty. There was a long silence. Like a glutton with an empty stomach. He just asked her like this.Didn't have any expectations. Chatting is also good.Sitting cross-legged on a big rattan chair with bare feet.Sometimes I take a blue floral blanket and cover my shoulders and knees.I'll make another pot of coffee halfway through.Often because of leg numbness and sudden knock over something. In the early hours of the morning, they got off the net.Count to one to three as usual, then type QUIT together. It was a warm moment he needed to share.This feeling sinks him.

But he believed he was sober.Soberly involved in the virtual reality of the Internet and the blur of love. He starts to miss her.On the subway station after get off work, thinking about cute little details from late night conversations.Her sinister tone.Those obscure and simple sentences.He had never met such a girl as cold as ice and snow. Once, they talked about love online. Ann: Do you remember the first time you had sex with a girl? Him: remember Ann: The deepest impression is He: The tears in her eyes flowed onto my fingers, very warm. Ann: Your fingers have since lost their virginity.

Him: Hehe Ann: Hehe Him: why do you ask this An: I want to know if there is still love in your heart Him: Maybe ten percent left.I feel like it's about to rot. An: People who don’t believe in love are more likely to be unhappy than ordinary people Him: what about you Ann: Sometimes my heart is full.Sometimes it is empty. He swarmed into the subway car amidst the crowd coming off work.In the slight shaking, the pale lights in the carriage illuminated the dark tunnel.He looked around.Suddenly it felt like she might be by his side.It is any one of the strangers. Many of the young girls in the carriage are Miss Office.Uniform suits and exquisite makeup.But he had a feeling she wouldn't fall into that category.She appears to be a vagrant online.A casual look with nothing to do.

And often at night.He thought if she was here, she would recognize him.A man who sticks to his own way of life.Wear a cotton shirt and lace-up suede shoes.short hair.Herbal scented cologne.Maybe she was secretly laughing.But she won't come up and say hello to him.She just smiled secretly. Because he started to pay attention, he noticed the existence of that girl.