Wen | Deep Sea Dream Shadow

When Luo Li woke up, the whole room became bright.

The sunshine outside the window hit the curtains straight, and the shadows fluttered, as if eager to get in.

The clock hanging on the wall ticks slowly, and a few wisps of breeze float in the window gap, which will whistle the wind chimes hanging from the ceiling.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes, closed her eyes and coveted the soft and comfortable bed.

What a wonderful morning, it seems that I haven't slept like this for a long time.

Now wake up, although a place in my heart has become empty, but at the moment she is relaxed and comfortable.

Well, it's good to delete you.

Forget you, I can't do it. But if I delete you, I will no longer see the dynamics related to you. At least I can feel better.

Luo Li first saw Tian Yu in her freshman year.

At that time, they were still fresh meat. One night, the air was a little hot, and cicadas kept calling in the treetops. The playground is full of people, playing games in a small circle.

Luo Li lost the big adventure and was asked to go to the next class to ask for a boy's WeChat back.

She went over to search for the target and saw them having a good time. There was only one boy with juice in his hand, smiling without a word, sitting silently like an outsider, and she went over.

"hey. Beauty, Tian Yu is the boss of the literary society. She is single and wants to hook up, hahaha. "

"Oh, the heroine in Brother Yu's pen will have a name in the future."

Tian Yu is still silent. Luo Li smiled shyly, watching him carefully write down his own micro-signal, and his side face was angular under the irradiation of neon lights.

The night has already come down, and Xia Feng is a little cool.

Luo Li returned to her position, holding the note in her hand all the time, glancing uncontrollably in that silent direction, and lost her mind.

"Luo Li, the story will continue, right?"

"Ha, ha, ha, all's well that ends well."

She quickly moved her eyes to the distance, grabbed her hair at random, and pretended to be calm and pretend that she didn't understand.

However, she could feel her cheeks burning slightly. Fortunately, it's night and it's not easy to be found.

She withdrew her thoughts into the circle, but her heart was on the side.

The game over there is drawing to a close. She saw Tian Yu holding a watch in a serious publicity literature club. Many girls looked at him straight, and soon someone signed up.

She suddenly felt sad for no reason.

Yes, the great god is used for worship. A little transparency like me without artistic cells is doomed not to be seen by people.

In the evening, she lay in bed thinking, and Tian Yu's image kept emerging in front of her eyes. The night was so emotional that she took out the crumpled note.

The moment the request was made, Tian Yu's message popped up on the screen. "Classmate, are you interested in joining the literary society?"

She thought for a moment, she has no literary skills, and the only fate with words is just to spit in the notebook at will.

"I think, but there is no foundation." Send it out, my heart is shaking, and I wish Tian Yu would tell her that he would come to teach me.

"Let's play together. Come on." A little disappointed and a little happy.

After that, every Friday, she sat in the corner and stared at Tian Yu's back in a daze, as if she had a halo.

Whenever he talks too much and coughs, there will be girls in the front row who say to drink more water, and there will be girls who pass the golden voice without saying anything.

In order not to feel sad, Luo Li always lowers her head. What makes her most happy is that every time Tian Yu comes over and asks her if she is having a good time in the club.

It turns out that I am hiding in the corner, not a little transparent, and occasionally I will be noticed by the Great God.

Thinking about it, she couldn't help laughing while covering her mouth.

Luo Li later heard that Tian Yu was a resident of the school magazine in high school and also contributed to major magazines.

A thought, there is a distant feeling. So close and so far.

I forgot the day when Luo Li, who never reads books, began to buy various magazines. Seeing Tian Yu's article, she will read it many times over and over again, and then try to suppress her inner excitement, carefully cut it out and hide it in an envelope.

It seems that this can be closer to his life.

She learned that Tian Yu was in poor health when she was very young, and she fell ill and often coughed when she grew up. She finally knew why he coughed so hard.

Luo Li found from the Internet that it is a good choice to cough and drink rock sugar and Sydney soup.

So, on Friday, she borrowed her classmate's electric cooker and went to the supermarket to buy a two-dollar pear, weighing the pros and cons and choosing the best one.

Go back to the dormitory, wash the pears, peel them slowly, cut them to a minimum, and leave them for yourself to chew. Everything is ready, put pears and rock sugar in water and cook slowly.

Cook it and put it in a carefully prepared heat preservation box, secretly put it in the middle of the podium with a time, and leave a conspicuous note. No signature, just told him to drink it.

Then, slip away quietly.

Will he notice my absence? Will you find that it is my good intention?

She looked at her watch, and time couldn't go any slower. As we get closer and closer to the afternoon club activities, a heart becomes more uneasy.

After the activity, she saw Tian Yu send a circle of friends. The photo is an insulated box that has been drunk completely, "Thank you, fairy".

He drank it! Drink it! Well, he probably wouldn't have thought it was me at all.

Thinking, thinking, Luo Li's mood faded again.

She didn't send pears and didn't show up for the club activities next week.

In the evening, I received a message from Tian Yu, "Why didn't you come twice? Thank you for your pear soup last time. "

In an instant, she bounced out of bed and struggled in her heart. How did you know it was me, and why did you tell me now?

"Ah? What pear soup ... "

"Fool, I recognized your handwriting, and I was really touched." Luo Li was ecstatic with her mobile phone. You can recognize my handwriting, which is really amazing.

Fool? Tian Yu, you don't like me. You must have been embarrassed to say it that day, so you found an opportunity to ask me by the way.

It really is a killer skill. Luo Li is lying in bed, the night is so quiet, and the starlight shines through the window. It's so beautiful tonight.

From that day on, Luo Li seemed to approach Tian Yu's heart gradually.

He will always discuss literature with Luo Li, send good morning in the morning, send good night before going to bed, and leave a message to her late at night, which makes Luo Li immersed in a self-imagined happiness.

On one occasion, Tian Yu added the plot of rock sugar and Sydney soup to his story and showed it to Luo Li. Regardless, she swept straight to the end, and finally the man and the woman got together.

The restless deer began to bump into each other, and for the first time in twenty years, it was the hero of someone else's pen, let alone him. Tian Yu, are you afraid to tell me in a different way?

Since then, Luo Li has had an expectation in her heart.

She will often see Tian Yu's circle of friends, trying to find some clues between the lines and follow his mood ups and downs.

I will continue to read the articles written by Tian Yu, and she noticed that his subject matter changed from grief to pleasure, not love and killing each other, but more flowers and moons.

What excites her most is that Tian Yu shares the plot design in the article with her more and more, taking her to feel how the hero in her works is second time around.

The man and the woman are together again, and you are still indifferent.

One night, the moonlight filled the room through the window, and the atmosphere was bright and peaceful. Luo Li is brewing a mood in the night, and a heart is uneasy.

She doesn't want to wait any longer. Looking at his dynamics, sometimes she wants to cry inexplicably, and sometimes she laughs inexplicably.

I'm tired. I don't want to waste all my experiences on a fruitless relationship.

She summoned up her courage and said to Tian Yu, "I like you very much. I'm serious. I long to be your hostess, and I want this ending, okay? "

At the moment when the news was sent, she vaguely felt that the dust had settled, and she finally said what she had hidden in her heart.

"I'm flattered. How about next time I write that a friend outlives a lover?"

Luo Li, who received the reply, gave a bitter smile. Facing the moonlight in the room, loneliness was magnified inexplicably on such a night.

She felt a needle in her heart, and tears are not obedient slipped out slowly. Laughing at myself while wiping my tears, I wish what I just said was a dream.

"It's better to say it and get a result than not to know it." She had to comfort herself like this.

"Good night, go to bed early."

"Good night."

It turns out that everything is really my illusion.

From that day on, their contact became less and less, and their tone became worse. Later, in order to avoid embarrassment, Tian Yu didn't bother her again.

I thought it would be sad to get such a result, but she still habitually flipped through the chat records. I used to say good night and a string of dialogues. Since she said that, he has died in the dialog box.

Or is it because he is emotional, because he has been thinking about his dynamics all day, almost sleepless all night without his good night, brushing his mobile phone again and again, eager for him to chat with himself again.

You must not know that I used to stay up late in order to talk to you more every day.

Now that you have disappeared, I can't get rid of the addiction of staying up late.

The mood of struggle is too painful. It is really out of reach to see him still haunting the circle of friends.

She fantasized many times that he would figure it out and then come back to her. Tell yourself in the struggle again, don't think about it, he won't look back at all.

The men and women in his novels are still happy, but for Luo Li, it is ironic.

Friends last longer than lovers, and I don't want to see them.

She can't bear such a gap. How can people who used to talk late suddenly sink to the bottom of the list?

A cruel, deleted him. From now on, you have nothing to do with me.