That back, has it drifted away?

That back, has it drifted away?

The computer is still singing songs, the sound is long and distant, and I don’t consciously fall into deep memories...

In the wheat fields, rows of rows of wheat fluttering in the wind, adding a bit of desolateness to this parting scene. "How come? Not saying that we are friends all our lives, never separated? Why do you want to eat early?" I whispered secretly, hoarse and sad. I looked up and let the bleak autumn wind blow a hair, looking through the tears and watching her leave. Finally, full of grievances broke through the dam, "Mo Ziyan, why are you leaving? Do you care about my feelings? Mo Ziyan, I hate you." I shouted in the unknown, want to vent This is full of grievances.

I can't see the struggle in her heart, can't see the contradiction in her thoughts, just venting herself, but I don't know how to hurt her heart.

Maybe it was my words that spurred her. She finally made up her mind, determined and decided to leave the wheat field and left the city.

Later, I heard from my friends that the day she left, I was waiting for me, waiting for my parting, but I didn’t go. She took the train with regret and embarked on her hometown. road.

"Drip", a burst of sound, pulled me out of the memory, I came to the computer desk, opened the dialog box, looked at the information she came, and smiled heartily. "Zi Er, how are these days? Are you still angry with me? I know that you have always regarded me as my best friend. I don't want to be separated from me. In fact, I am also, but my mother is sick. How can I and my father? Don't go home? Purple children will understand me, right? Oh, just say this, I am going to take care of my mother."

In fact, this is friendship, right?

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