Chapter 2 Chapter 2 "Mud" sent to my BBS

I remember when I first learned how to surf the Internet, some netizens said to me: "On the Internet, if you don't have your own homepage, BBS or chat room, it's like not having a home in real life." After browsing the Internet for a long time, this feeling began to deepen.This is true, chatting in other people's chat rooms, if you are not well-behaved, you will easily be kicked out by the network administrator. Of course, it is impossible to speak freely on other people's BBS, and you can apply for your own free BBS and chat on the website The living room is not as simple as we imagined. Even if the application is completed, I don't know how to decorate it. How can anyone patronize the ugly BBS?

But I was lucky, someone gave me a ready-made BBS. That person has a silly online name, and he calls himself "mud". Niba is a boy in the third year of high school. In fact, I have met him many times in the chat room before this. He doesn't talk much, and he looks as silly as his name.That was our first chat, in fact, the last, and of course the only one. I still remember it was spring.That night he called "Farewell Mud." I initiated the conversation with him, for some reason, I think the name "Farewell Mud" is very sad, and it seems that no one talks to him, because he keeps pouring tea for himself.He also smoked a cigarette in boredom.

I said, "Hi, are you leaving?" He said happily: "Surse? I see you often." "I see you often, too." "But you ignored me." "You didn't pay attention to me, hehe." "Is it because of my name that you remember to talk to me?" "Yeah, why are you saying goodbye?" "I'm about to prepare for the college entrance examination, so I must give up here." "Oh, I wish you a good university entrance exam." "Thank you, you are such a kind girl, you have to know that often no one pays attention to me :("

"Your name is not good, it's too rustic. You should be called Handsome Guy, or Prince. Make sure someone takes care of you." "Hehe, Sese is very interesting." "Yeah, it's a pity that you have to go, otherwise you will have time to find me more interesting." "Are you a student too?" "Yes. I'm only a freshman in high school." "I also learned to surf the Internet when I was a freshman in high school, and it's been almost two years before I know it." "Are you willing to go?" "Be willing! Because I must get into a good school."

"Bless the mud! But why do you call yourself mud?" "Want to hear it?" "Tell me?" "The story is very long, you have to prick your ears up." "The hair is standing on end, haha~~~" "It was still in the first year of high school. I came to a new class, and the classmate in the class was at the same table as me." "Oh? Mud, you are very lucky." "Hehe, that's what everyone says. She is really beautiful. I have never seen such a beautiful girl, and she speaks in such a soft voice that it sounds like hell."

"Nud, have you fallen in love with him?" "Hehe. Let's put it this way. Our classroom is very dusty. I go to school early every day and secretly clean the table and stools for her, lest her beautiful clothes get a little dirty." "Hey, why can't I meet such a good tablemate :)" "But later, she told the teacher not to sit at the same table with me." "why?" "She said I was dirty and smelled like mud!" "Cut! Pretty girls are like this, it's unreasonable! Don't take it to heart." "I really took it to heart, because of her words, my high school life has been gloomy since then. Am I very hopeless?"

"It's a little bit. Hehe." "That's why I call myself Mud." "That beautiful girl, does she go online?" "I don't know. Even if she did, I don't think she could talk to a lump of mud." "hehe." "Don't talk about me, let's talk about you, why is it called Sese?" "Cold. Huh." "Is it loneliness?" "Maybe, I can't say." "The Internet is a good thing. It often makes people forget loneliness and sadness." "But you're leaving, you see you're a farewell mud."

"Yes, I'm leaving. Tonight is my last chat. Thank you very much for being with me. As my last chat friend, I want to give you a gift!" "real?:)" "Mud never lies." Mud really didn't lie, the gift he gave me was his BBS. The name of the BBS is BBS, it is a very beautifully set up forum, there are a few white clouds floating in the very light blue sky, a pure white shirt is hanging on a thin string, and there are a few colorful Yufei on the side. The little butterfly that wants to stop is really a cool background!After telling me the management password of the forum, the mud really went away. When I went to the forum the next day, the name of the moderator had been changed to Sese.Niba also left his last post on his forum, called "Niba's Last Post", which looks like this:

Niba's post almost made me cry, but I didn't follow up, because I knew that even if I did, Niba would not reply. He will not come back. I've met a lot of people on the Internet, and when they left, they really didn't come back.Even if he came back, he would have changed his name a long time ago, and no one would mention the past Internet affairs, and he would have flown away with the wind. I'm just sorry that the mud said he was eighteen years old, and I didn't have time to say happy birthday to him. I am serious about running the forum of Niba, or my own forum, and spent some time to learn the management and settings of the forum. I hope that when Niba comes back one day, he will not regret leaving the forum to me .

I began to get used to writing a post on the forum before going to bed, which looked a little like a diary.I really like these journal-like things. After finishing writing, it is like a kind of release.Yaoyao always said that my sticks were too heavy, just a few words, but it was a deep, deep pain.But I can't write light and transparent words like a demon. The most terrible thing is that I start to suffer from insomnia at night. Even if I don't surf the Internet, I often can't sleep all night. The longer the night, the more energetic I am, and as soon as the day dawns, I want to sleep.

During class, of course I was listless. The class teacher Yang is a bitter and mean woman. When I fell asleep for the nth time in her class, she started to attack me.She yelled my name loudly in class, one after another, and when I woke up ignorantly, I heard her sneer and say, "You can sleep so well, did you have the wrong birth?" The whole class roared with laughter. After everyone laughed, I retorted and said: "Like attracts like, I think you are not much better." "Who likes you?" She said angrily, "Don't think I don't know your past! Don't use my place as a shelter!" Facing everyone's surprised and curious eyes, I sneered and said, "If you are interested in publishing my past, I don't have any objections. I just have to thank you." She was shaking with anger, and I lay down and continued to sleep. After class, Li Youfeng came up to me and gave me a thumbs up. He is the naughtiest boy in our class, but he was once ridiculed by Yang. He said in admiration: "Ye Fan, I haven't seen him A girl who is better than you!" "Stop kissing my ass." I don't like him.But I don't want to offend him, because he and I are in the same group, and every time I do cleaning, he will quietly do the dirty work for me. I am not unappreciative. "Of course it's also the worst girl I've ever seen." He was not reconciled. "Are you afraid that I will spoil you?" "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid," he said, "We go to drink coffee on Sunday, the coolest coffee shop on Xinghai Road, a big cup full, and there is no charge for refills." "No." I said. "So disrespectful?" "yes." Li Youfeng left in embarrassment. I heard that his family was rich, and he bought books to study like me.But I am different from him. I feel that I have gone through many vicissitudes, but he is just a child.Eager to drink a cup of coffee with the girl I like. Just like Lin Bufan. In the end, Yang stopped confronting me directly. In her words, she was too lazy to reason with me. She called my mom to school. In the twilight of late autumn, I saw my mother slowly coming out of the gray office building. She was wearing a very fashionable coat, but her steps were slow and heavy. She walked up to me, stroked my hair, and sighed. My mother is already the vice president of a large company, with a famous iron fist, and she is merciless in training her hands, but I know that my mother must have been wronged in front of Yang. I couldn't help but say, "I'm sorry." "Ye Ye," Mom said, "we're going out for dinner tonight." She took me to a very high-end restaurant, she must be a frequent visitor there, the ladies were all warm to her and called her Mr. Ji.She also said that I am not like her daughter, but like her sister. My mother ordered my favorite gaiwei prawns, and desperately put them on my plate. Her mobile phone kept ringing, and finally she turned it off helplessly, and then she said to me: "Ye Ye, you have to know for I paid a lot of money for you to go to this school." "You don't have to spend this money." I said, "I said earlier that I don't want to go to school." "Then what are you going to do?" Mom's voice rose unconsciously, "You are only sixteen years old, what else can you do if you don't go to school?" "Don't be so loud, I don't want to lose the face of President Ji." Mom patted the chopsticks on the table. I don't have time to talk to her, I haven't eaten Jiwei shrimp for a long time, I think it is very fragrant, and I will finish a big plate in a while. The mother couldn't take a bite, and she said dejectedly: "I have thousands of employees under my command, but I can't manage my daughter well." "Wrong." I said, "You never bothered me." "What kind of food does the part-time worker give you every day?" Seeing me wolfing down, she asked suddenly. "She only knows how to fry bean sprouts. If she's late, bring me a hamburger." "My God! I have to quit her." Mom said bitterly. "It doesn't matter who you hire." I said, "I'm not his own daughter, why do you love me?" "Don't turn the corner and scold me. If I don't work hard, how will our mother and daughter live?" Mom's eyes turned red: "You can't let your father look down on us." Mom and I rarely talked about Dad, and since he didn't want us to start a family with a young woman, he was one of the things we didn't talk about.I was only five years old that year, and he didn't even give me a hug when he left.Mom said he didn't like her daughter.If I were a son, he might take me away. Fortunately, he didn't take me away. I don't mind going with him. Although he was also very successful.Once I was bored, I searched his name on the Internet, his films won international awards, and reports about him were flying all over the world, but I was not happy for him at all. In my mind, he will always be A loser because he didn't get the respect of his own daughter. Of course I don't like Lin Bufan's uncle either, I never called him daddy.I will never forget that when I was twelve years old, he quarreled with my mother. He drank too much, pointed at my nose and scolded my mother, saying: "You carry this oil bottle, it is a miracle that I endured you for so many years ’” I ran over like a little monkey, and I wanted to slap him, but he was too tall for me to slap him. I had no choice but to destroy a model airplane that Lin Bufan kept at my house that night. It was something he loved very much. He studied and made it for many days, and wanted to participate in some competition. He deserved it. But Lin Bufan didn't blame me.For me, he has always had a very strange tolerance.He said to me while fighting with his rotten model: "Yeye, when the weather is good, I will take you out to fly and show you. I did a good job. It can fly very high and far. .” I sat on the floor in silence. He added: "Forgive my uncle, he is actually quite difficult, and your mother is also quite difficult, Yeye, you should be sensible." It is really difficult for my mother. She has put in a lot of hard work to achieve this position step by step. Thinking of this, I know that it is not easy for my mother, so I lowered my head and said, "Okay, I will not sleep in class in the future." .” Mom breathed a sigh of relief, and then said: "You can only surf the Internet on weekends. If you are not obedient, I will stop the phone at home." I nodded, I'm not afraid, because I know that after tonight, she will be too busy to forget everything about me. Maybe because I didn't expect me to be so talkative, my mother gave me a relieved look, and then she said: "In the blink of an eye, Ye Ye is also a big girl, taller than her mother." "But I'm not as good as my mother." "Don't say that, who can tell what will happen in the future, I believe you won't embarrass me." I have rarely been so intimate with my mother. My mother and I came out of the restaurant arm in arm. I began to think that it is very easy to be a good girl. On the Internet, isn’t Seth a good girl who everyone loves? I just didn't think I'd see Old Mai.He is still so chic.Has the same melancholy eyes as Tony Leung. He hurriedly walked past us without seeing our mother and daughter.Mom deftly blocked my view with her arm, but I knew it was Old Mai. Once, I called him Uncle Mai. Turned into ashes I also recognize him. I walked home with my mother calmly.My mother was a little flustered, she started to have nothing to say to me, I squeaked and responded, and suddenly it started to rain, it wasn't heavy, but it was cold and flew onto your face.Mom said: "Yeye, I think we should fight." "No, run!" I said. After I finished speaking, I took a step forward and ran forward. My mother followed me, her high heels made a crisp sound, and I deliberately wanted her not to catch up with me. At this moment, I was really afraid that she would say something to me.I ignored her cries and left her far behind. I sat on the sofa in the living room for a long time before I heard the sound of my mother opening the door with a key. As soon as she entered the door, she said to me out of breath: "I don't even think about your mother's age. What are you doing so fast?" "Mom is forever young." I grabbed a dry towel and flattered me as I wiped my head, "Look at the service ladies tonight, they say I'm your sister." "Why haven't you changed your clothes yet?" My mother looked at me and said in a fuss, "You must have a cold!" During these conversations, my mother and I never looked at each other. I don't know if I dare not look at her or she dare not look at me.I responded to a series of "yes" and hurriedly slipped into my room. I don't know how long I sat there, I guessed that my mother was asleep, so I turned on my computer. I saw Yaoyao in the chat room at a glance, and I hugged her tightly. She smiled and said, "What's the matter with you, Thurse, you are too enthusiastic." "Yaoyao," I said, "it's cold tonight." "What's the matter? Honey, speak slowly if you have something to say." "I saw Old Mai." "Old Mai? Who is Lao Mai?" "..." "Thurse, don't you still want to say it?" "It's not that I don't want to say it, it's that I can't say it." "Then stop talking, go take a shower, have a good sleep, whoever he is, and forget about him tomorrow." "But I can't sleep. I can't sleep every night." "Poor Thurse, let me sing you a lullaby." "OK." Yaoyao really started to sing for me, and the red words jumped up line by line: "Sleep, baby, sleep quickly, it's dark and windy outside." "Sleep, baby, go to sleep, and mother sings a lullaby." "In the fields, in the pastures." "The bees no longer buzz." "Only the silver moon lightly illuminates the window lattice." "Looking at my cute baby, smiling sweetly in my sleep..." Although I couldn't really hear Yaoyao's singing, I felt that I slowly calmed down. I gave Yaoyao a kiss and said, "That's great, Yaoyao, you are really my good friend." "^_^" Yaoyao gave me a lovely smile. "You have a nice smile." "Is Thurse feeling better?" "It's much better. I'm thinking, one day we'll leave too, and I'm going to give the mud to my forum, to the last person who chatted with me, okay?" "Good idea! But why talk about parting. Parting is a sad subject, isn't it?" "Always be separated, just like the stars leave the night, and the lily leave the spring..." "Do you still remember?" Yaoyao said, "Niba should be very happy to know." "Remember, I still remember him saying that our youth is a lonely youth." "We are good friends, we will not be lonely." Yaoyao comforted me. The wind squeezed in through the window, and it was a bit cold.I suddenly missed that boy named Mud very much. I don’t know if he has been admitted to the ideal university, if he bid farewell to yesterday’s gloom and walked into the bright sunshine, but I firmly believe that he will definitely come back here to have a look. Although there is no trace left, I can feel the nostalgia when his sleeves float by, just like the silent entanglement between the fluttering white shirt and the wind on the background of the forum. As usual, I went to my forum before I went offline, and I left a post there, and the name of the post was "Curse is a bad girl". Cersei has always been a bad girl. Like a classmate of mine said to me today, "I've never seen a worse girl than you." I think he speaks well. But being a bad girl is actually not easy, just as difficult as being a good girl. Otherwise, why do I always feel unhappy? I grow up day by day, and I don’t understand myself day by day. Maybe I am the stranger I am most familiar with. It seems that I am together every day, but I have never really understood myself. I finally fell asleep.But I had nightmares at night. I dreamed that I was holding a shiny fruit knife in my hand. The knife stabbed into Lao Mai’s arm like that, and the blood flowed to my fingertips. It was warm. I cried out. There was a desperate scream. Mom pushed open my door, and she rushed over and hugged me. "It's all right." I heard her say, "Ye Ye has her mother here, so she's all right." Dawn has dawned on the horizon.