We were both crazy about peppermint. Those refreshing mint candies with a hint of coolness are our favorite.

When I was in high school, He Wenwen and I became tablemates. She smiled at me, showing two pointed little tiger teeth, and then handed me a piece of candy, which was mint flavored, my favorite. smell. I exclaimed exaggeratedly: "Ah, I like mint flavor the most." He Wenwen looked at me and smiled with bright eyes: "Me too."

He Wenwen and I just got together because of a piece of candy. , became friends because of a certain smell, the kind of good friends who are so good that they want to wear the same set of clothes and never be separated. We lived on campus at that time, and we would supervise each other's studies together, meet for meals together, and go to the toilet together arm-in-arm. At night, we squeezed into a small bed, whispering under the quilt, saying that the new boy in the class was so handsome and cool, but didn't like to talk, and that the girl we all hated, she was always coquettish towards boys. Talking to ask for help, but being very cold and indifferent to girls, how hypocritical. After getting up in the morning, we use mint-flavored toothpaste and wash up together. The unique refreshing smell of mint will wake us up instantly, and then we run to study together in high spirits.

In the third year of high school, when we were most nervous about studying, Wenwen accidentally discovered that her father had cheated on her. This discovery was truly devastating to He Wenwen at the time. During that time, Wenwen was in great pain. She often couldn't concentrate in lectures, was always in a daze, and became irritable. One time after returning home, her father found fault with her mother again and committed domestic violence. Wenwen rushed over like crazy and pushed her father hard. At that moment, He Wenwen said that she really felt that her father was no longer her favorite father. She wanted to take her mother away, leave her father, and prevent her mother from suffering any more pain. But her mother simply refused and told her to go to school and not worry about her mother.

We sat together on the small bed in the dormitory. Wenwen said those hateful words and cried until she collapsed. I tried my best to empathize with her and comfort her with feeble words. We can't go out and engage in such awesome behavior as "getting drunk". We can only sit face to face, she is crying, and I will only repeat over and over again: "It will pass, everything will pass." I think, if we have no choice but to If reality changes, then leave it to time. Time will definitely heal this trauma.

Eventually we both went to college, and we went to two different universities. Wenwen became very busy. She was so busy with student unions and clubs that she had no time to take care of me. I'm still obsessed with peppermint. I take mints to the library every day, read books, study, and live a boring life. In front of the library, there is a patch of grass with mint growing on it. I often stand there and take a deep breath. The unique fragrance of mint leaves passes over my face, and I am intoxicated by this smell. I called Wenwen and wanted to share the taste of these fresh mints with her. Wenwen always picked up the phone in a hurry and said, "Dear, I'm busy. I'll call you back later." Then she hung up. And the promise of "call you back later" is like "I'll treat you to dinner another day". It has become something that is just said and does not matter whether it is done or not.

I often sit next to the grass with mint, recalling the past, and missing my friend, the good friend who once said that we would never be separated. Occasionally, I can hear Wenwen talk about her life. After all, I am not involved. It sounds strange. I seem to know her less and less. I am no longer familiar with her friends and her life. I seem to have completely withdrawn from her circle of friends.

After graduation, Wenwen and I met once on the high school campus. Our conversation became polite and cautious. After the conversation fell silent, I actually felt a little embarrassed. When things were going well, Wenwen once sang a song to me, "The Most Familiar Stranger." At that time, I teased her: "I don't want to accept it. We have matured like this. Who will be the stranger you are most familiar with..." But during that meeting, I accepted the song she sang to me a long time ago. We have become "the most familiar strangers."

I asked Wenwen: "Do you still like the smell of mint?"

She smiled and replied: "I don't like it a long time ago. When I first went to college, one time , the 'relatives' came, and after eating a mint candy, my stomach hurt so much that I quit." Wenwen smoothed her hair and added: "My current boyfriend hates the smell of mint, so I quit. I don’t like it even more.

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I don’t know since when, I stopped looking for mint-flavored things, and I stopped going to places with mint. The smell of mint also disappeared from my life.

I replied softly: "Oh, I haven't smelled this smell for a long time. ”

After this meeting, we went to two different cities and restored contact. I feel that the old friendship is coming back bit by bit. Although we no longer eat mints, we also No need for mint-flavored toothpaste.

Wenwen and I chat whenever we have time. She told me that she loves her boyfriend very much, and her boyfriend also loves her very much. At least she feels that. Yes. Because her workplace is close to her boyfriend's house, she goes to his house for dinner every day. Her boyfriend's parents cook Wenwen's favorite dishes and buy Wenwen's favorite fruits every day. She feels that this kind of life makes her very happy. It is obvious that her boyfriend's parents accept her and approve of her. I said that I am also very happy and like it from the bottom of my heart. I hope that we are both happy, even if I am tired from working overtime and vomit blood. Seeing the delicious food and happy smile she posted on WeChat Moments, I was really happier than her.

Just when I was looking forward to attending Wenwen’s wedding one day, Wenwen said that she was heartbroken. . She said that the two of them had a fight on the street and fell into a cold war, but her boyfriend did not come to coax her or take the initiative to come to her as usual. After a week of cold war, Wenwen felt something was wrong and called. The call to her boyfriend was ongoing, and the WeChat QQ message showed that verification was required. Only then did Wenwen realize that she had been blocked and her contact information had been deleted. Wenwen went to her boyfriend's house to look for him, but her boyfriend's parents told her, Her boyfriend has been on a blind date. Her boyfriend's parents said that Wenwen is a good girl, but she is not suitable for their son. They hope that Wenwen will find a better person.

Wenwen is not willing to accept it. It must not be the case. As a result, her boyfriend must have something to hide. She just wanted to see her boyfriend to find out, but she never saw her again. Her boyfriend deliberately avoided her and tried every means not to follow her. When she met, Wenwen was broken up. Later, she heard from someone else that that person was married to someone else.

Wenwen said she couldn't believe it when she heard the news. She wanted to meet the boy and ask why and if it was true. She said she still hadn't seen him and was dumped inexplicably without giving her any chance or room to recover.

Me. It was heartbreaking to hear it. I was afraid that Wenwen would not be able to think about it, so I asked her to chat. Now that we have the opportunity and ability to get drunk, we no longer have the time to get together, so I have to comfort her over the phone, and she cries to her heart in front of the video. Broken. I said: "Wenwen, I just hope you are well. "Wenwen choked and nodded. Seeing her like this, I really wanted to go over and stay with her, hug her, and tell her that her best friend is here. It's no big deal. You will meet someone who is really good to you. . However, now that we are working, we are no longer as free and easy as when we were skipping classes in school.

I would say a few words to her through WeChat whenever I had time, trying to distract her. Sometimes she would reply to me, sometimes she would not reply, but she would tell me in her circle of friends that she was getting better. Until one day, I found that Wenwen had not updated her circle of friends for a long time. I was very nervous and clicked on her friend. circle, but only saw a horizontal line. I was worried about her, so I called her. Her phone was always on the phone. I clicked on the dialog box and sent her an emoticon with trembling. WeChat quickly gave me a feedback: “The message was sent but rejected by the other party. "I don't think she was blocked, right?

I have been trying to call her, but I never got through. I didn't know what happened, so I contacted Wenwen's sister, who told me , her sister said she was in a bad mood, quit her job and went on a trip with her friends. “The phone can’t be connected, maybe because there is no signal. "My sister speculated. But I instantly understood that the friendship I thought was coming back bit by bit was just my personal illusion.

I understood that our friendship was indeed defeated by distance. It started when we were in college. By that time, the information between us was no longer real. I didn’t participate in her college life and didn’t understand her friends. Just like she said that my friends were too stupid and bookish, but she didn’t know that all of my friends were students. Like a bully.

It turned out that she had gone far away, and I was still waiting for her to come back. The moment I figured it out, I finally gave up on this friendship that occupied most of my adolescent time and psychology.

Another day, I suddenly saw Wenwenfa’s circle of friends again. In the photo, she was smiling very happily. I don't know why I breathed a sigh of relief. I clicked on the dialog box and sent her an emoticon, and Wenwen replied instantly: "I'm much better. I met the person who truly loves me." I said, "Congratulations. Be happy." Wenwen replied: " Thank you." I guess this is the end? No one wants to mention the past anymore. Just when she was about to close it, Wenwen sent another sentence: "I blocked you before because I felt sad when I thought about it, so I wanted to have some peace and quiet." I said, "I understand. As long as you are good, that's fine." "Yes, hello, that's fine.

We no longer chat, we just silently follow each other's circle of friends, do not like or comment, and stay in each other's friend list like strangers. I no longer clicked on the conversation bar with her, and I no longer dialed the familiar phone numbers. We are like two scattered stars, each living an unrelated life in two cities.

One day a long time later, I ran out of toothpaste, so I went to the supermarket and bought one. When I was washing up at night, the mint smell of toothpaste invaded my mouth, and long-lost memories came flooding back. I suddenly missed my lost friend. I clicked on the conversation column between me and her, and I wrote a lot of sweet words that I missed, and wanted to send them to her. I thought about it for a while, but deleted them one by one. The distance between us makes it a bit inappropriate to send a text like this.

I remember one time when we were in high school, we had an argument for some reason, and she made me angry. I said to her angrily: "People can't beat tigers." It meant that she was " Tigress." Wenwen responded with a smile: "Who said that? Didn't Wu Song beat her before?" I laughed at that time. She is so funny, just and brave.

I miss those days of innocence, but we can never go back.

I just wish you happiness forever.

Thank you for having such a good time with me.