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On Wednesday, lunar April 16, 2017, you were my best friend. We had nothing to say. In the silent night, we used to lie on the floor together, talking about ideals, hobbies, beliefs and life without the bites of mosquitoes. You said you wanted to be a rabbit farmer, I said I wanted to be a professional fisherman; You said you liked a kind woman in the bottom of your heart, and I said I didn’t care; tell me about your favorite Leslie Cheung, and I said that I admire Wu Zhenyu most; You said that the world is full of sins and needs Jesus to save. I said that the human heart is like rotating day and night, with light and darkness. You are a Christian, and I am a semi-Marxist, but this does not hinder our friendship. I understand your thoughts, and you are willing to tell me your confusion. We have similar family backgrounds, similar study experiences and similar mental journey. We cherish, care, help and pour out to each other. However, everything between us seems to be getting further and further. Everything turns out that you have fallen in love. When you just told me, you were so shy. You said you didn’t dare to hold that girl’s hand, because you were a Christian, and you told me that you felt there was one more person around you, one more responsibility. You described your sweet life to me so intoxicated, but the more I listened to it, the deeper my heart became, as if acid rain was pouring into it constantly, causing heavy colic. I don’t know if I am jealous, but I have a bad feeling that I will lose a bosom friend. It is very hard to hide some words in your heart, so people need to pour out, and they need to pour out people. Some people like to write their feelings into diaries, some people like to express their feelings with songs, and some even believe that in the past, if some people had secrets in their hearts and didn’t want others to know, they would run to the mountain to find a tree, dig a hole in the tree, then tell all the secrets in it and seal them with mud. The secret will remain in the tree forever and no one knows it. And I told you everything I couldn’t hide before, and you trusted me like that. But I don’t know whether you will come to me the first time when you are in a bad mood in the future, and I don’t even know whether you will think of sharing with me when you are happy in the future. After all, there is no need to say it for the second time after saying something once. It is enough for two people to share something together. I don’t know if you will listen patiently if I am in a bad mood and tell you that I am having fun? We haven’t talked well for some time. A few days ago, we gathered together as a fellow scientist and once again lay on that mat together, but we were speechless with each other. The body is so close, but the soul is so alienated. Now, at 1: 30 in the morning, I was lying on the wooden bed with half of the cigarette burnt in my right hand. The smoke rose slowly, like the wavy hair of a Western woman, surrounding my heart, give me temporary warmth, but when I lost her, my heart became colder. In fact, my room is not lonely. Outside my window was a jungle. Every night there were all kinds of small insects coming uninvited. They seemed to understand my mood. I knew there was a cyan worm in secret love with me. She had been lying on my bed as close as possible to me, as if to comfort me, but she was very shy, when I was going to pick her up gently, she tried to push my hand away, and for several times I suspected that it was my own passion. In the dim air, a white moth was dancing the white silk scarf like a fairy, dancing in a graceful and moving manner. Another time, the jumping worm performed a acrobatic performance of high jump on the floor, watching him raise his neck, da jumped up with a sound, and his height was more than ten times higher than his length. He was so excited that even the Spider Spider who was busy weaving in the corner of the wall had to shake the net to call it. The scene outside the window was also very touching. The Grasshopper cricket played sweet songs as always, which made me very grateful. The Mosquito was the most enthusiastic one. If I kissed me, I wouldn’t even go to drive them away, which really made me smile bitterly. Alas, my little bugs, you have been thoughtful. How many nights have you been with me. I will not forget you. It’s a pity that you can’t solve the sorrow in my heart. On the contrary, it becomes more and more chaotic. Let me be quiet alone!

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