Chapter 3 Title: Meet You Silently

[one] Among the several addresses that are regularly visited in the web page favorites, one of them is a photo blog specially created by a foreign photographer for the stray cats under his lens.Almost 90% of the photos are processed in black and white, describing the life of every stray cat in the neighborhood where he lives.But even though they are stray cats, in fact, because of the local clean environment and relatively leisurely life, they do not bear the mark of "miserable". Only discarded car tires to stretch out. But what I want to talk about here is not the topic with "cat" as the core.Because the blog that I go to several times a week, the webmaster is in a foreign country where I don’t understand the language, so I’ve always just dived and peeked, although occasionally I’m suddenly moved by the cat in a certain photo and think I wanted to leave a message, but in the end I gave up because of the "language barrier".

Another point I want to add is that although this is a "great" private website in my opinion, it seems that for some reason it is still unknown, and there are not many comments under each photo, or even a few. So after adding this point - one day, I suddenly saw a name I recognized on a message from a visitor.At first, of course, I also had the idea of ​​"duplicating the name". After all, there are thousands of people named "Luoluo" on the Internet (it's still a conservative estimate), and I only account for one-thousandth of them.But when I try to understand the message he left in English, add the address "shanghai.CHINA" before the signature, and move the mouse to that name, the other party's E-MAIL address will be displayed .All the details still fit together to form this one-thousandth possibility.

[three] Even though it has been written in various articles, but now it is real, the real "meeting you silently". Ah, it's not that I haven't imagined what kind of background and what kind of place I will meet again with you, and even what kind of clothes you are wearing and what kind of bag I am carrying. I thought about it many times, different combinations of places and times.To be honest, I never thought it would be like this. But in fact, you don't even know that I once met you like this. The internet is really bad :) So you are still in Shanghai?That mailbox has been used for so many years and has not been changed :)?

[Four] There are tens of thousands of web pages, hundreds of millions and billions.Meet the long-lost back here.And this is a quiet, sudden encounter that only I know about. Light gray page, white background, black lettering.Even with the help of an online dictionary, I only understood 70% of the messages.I stayed there for more than half a year, and it turned out that such a farewell was planned. It was such a goodbye. [Fives] A person who has been working at home for a long time will inevitably feel that life is a bit boring, and the large amount of "life perception" that must be prepared for "codewords" will become barren.So I even need to go outside for two laps from time to time in order to let "life" come to "perceive" me.After all, where people accumulate, many sensitive bits can be found.For example, the Obasan tourist who begged me to help take two group photos, checked the images in front of me before leaving, and said "it doesn't seem very good".What expression should I make :).

This is roughly the case, the more people there are, the more various emotions will be rich enough that I can write down to express a certain central idea. So I always feel that the experience on the Internet has a sense of distance. It is difficult to invest in everything because I have not experienced it in person.But after thinking about it carefully, I felt that this was a big mistake. [six] It takes a lot of energy to really integrate into a forum or a certain BBS, so most people who don't have time maintain a "diving" attitude.Although I seldom go to a few forums for a long time now--often I stay on the "Chinese Medicine Forum" for a month to check "constipation" and the like--but I still go to two or three small BBSs every day.They are often recommended by friends of friends, or found when searching for related information on the Internet, and they all follow the same mining route as "following the vine".

Some discuss anime-even though I'm not obsessed with the work itself; some discuss voice actors-even though I'm not familiar with that voice actor; some discuss a certain film and television character-even though I haven't even watched this TV Pass.But it's not uncommon, a visit born of a certain interest lasted day after day like this. Just when I thought that I might keep this distance from her forever, without interfering with each other, she seemed to open a flower shop next door to me, and she always passed by several times a week, even without saying hello.There will still be a day when, during a small visit that I thought only I knew about, I see "Luoluo related" being talked about inside.Another one-in-a-thousand chance, but it's talking about my number.

I'm sorry, but for a long time I never felt that I was famous enough to be mentioned--if I was really famous, I should have eaten turtle soup every day, and I had to rely on Rolls Royce.So when I saw my name in that very niche forum mainly featuring a certain foreign figure skater, I couldn't sort out the most suitable thoughts for a long time. I didn't click on the specific post itself.This page was also closed soon.After all, if the other party knows the name I mentioned casually, but they are half-opening their mouths in front of the screen at the moment, they must also be annoyed: "What are you doing?! Peeping?!".

The internet is really bad :) My unauthorized dives got a little bit of a slap in the face. [seven] I don't plan to get used to such "silent encounters", but I came to the conclusion that if I leave the name "Zhou Xiaochuan" a thousand times on my blog, the bank president may one day also, He "meeted" me silently on the other end of the Internet, knowing how much I like him :). Is this a reunion? It happened so quietly. I have long thought that there is only face-to-face, encounters in the same space at the same time, even if you don't have to greet each other, or even find each other.But it happened on two computer screens, and countless networks that are nothing more than "10101" in the final analysis. Is this a reunion?

It is indeed the same unpreparedness, but does it have a sense of reality? It does happen between two parties who "know each other", but do they know each other? You would never know that I once found your dropped pen cap at the end of that alley where cats gather. It was as if they would never know that I seemed to have opened the wrong door suddenly, and had to hastily turn off the continuing voice behind the door before discovering the astonishing fact. [Eight] However, this can be regarded as "meeting" or not "meeting", one thing is similar-how to meet in an unexpected situation, behind the silent shoulders, still nothing can be changed.

There was no sound after meeting.