Dig a spoonful of heart meat

Qin Weifeng stood downstairs in the dormitory holding his mobile phone.The garden is the busiest at night, with bicycles constantly coming and going, and many people rush to Taoli Garden for supper after evening class.

He suddenly felt flustered, which was in stark contrast to the noise in the surrounding silence.

Every second grows longer, and a sense of uneasiness builds up.

It was as if he reached out and held a puddle of water tightly, but accelerated the speed of its loss.

Not everything in the world can be obtained through hard work.

Make it clear.You say it, I believe it—he thought to himself.

Still no reply.

The clink of locked cars around him broke the stagnant and heavy air.

……

Maybe he is really busy.

But, just say something.

say something...

The phone vibrated.

Qin Weifeng lowered his head and looked at the font on the screen.

He replied: Fengshen, I want to tell you something.

People who have always spoken in a bad manner suddenly become serious, which will make people subconsciously start to get nervous.

Qin Weifeng clutched his phone, waiting for the next one.

He said: Fengshen... I am really tired.

A few simple words were reflected in the pupils, refracted into pieces of sharp blades, squarely inserted into the heart.

He said he was tired.

He is not a person who gets tired easily.

Growing up in such a complicated family environment, I have experienced the death of my loved ones, and even lived at home with my grandma during the years when I needed the love of my parents the most.

He never compromised.

Facing the provocations and ridicules from unfamiliar classmates at the beginning of school, he chose to defend his dignity in the most primitive way, even in front of the school leaders.

He never bowed his head.

I finished all the simulation questions in silence, day and night.Jumping from the last class to the second class, like a dark horse that has never been favored by anyone.

The effort required in this process has never been described simply by the word "persistence".

It is to "do your best"—do your best.

He never gave up.

Whether it is himself, or the future of the two of them.

But he is tired now.

Only this word, Tan Weifeng felt that he could not refute it, nor could he blame it.

The helplessness that is so strong that it cannot be resolved is all contained in these two simple words.

But he was tired, so where could he relax?

WeChat nickname: I feel like I can't catch up with you

WeChat nickname: sorry

The heartstrings were already as brittle as ice, and they burst in an instant, and the breathing quickened subconsciously, but they were restrained.

Q-Sir: What does sorry mean?

Q-Sir: What do you mean?make it clear to me

……

WeChat nickname: You can tell, I don’t want you to be too passive

The ice turned into cold water, which was tightly pressed on the outer surface of the heart like a thin film.

Qin Weifeng felt that the nine-key input method had become insensitive, and he always typed a simple sentence incorrectly, and deleted it after typing it, and was reluctant to continue typing it after deleting it.

Q-Sir: You're breaking up with me, aren't you?

To break up, the premise is that there are hands that can be divided.

But the two people are ambiguous and indecisive, which is far longer than the time to really determine the relationship.

In Tan Weifeng's heart, the time when the two of them were together was actually the one that night to stay, "Give me some more time".

Every word, every line after that, never owed a cent.

But in Zou Shao's heart, perhaps it was the moment Tan Weifeng admitted to outsiders.

If there is no verbal acknowledgment, they will not be called together.

Zou Shao called.

The voice over there was very low, a little hoarse, not pleasant to say the least, but it sounded unexpectedly comfortable.

"That's what I mean," he said.

"Sorry, if you find it difficult to accept...you can bring it up."

His voice was covered with a husky laceration, and his logic was ridiculously childish.

I'll mention it?

Wouldn't it be uncomfortable for me to mention it?

The matter of falling in love, whether it is together or breaking up, is it related to whom to mention it?

But he couldn't laugh.

The voice was familiar to him, but the tone and rhythm without emotion made him feel strange, like a black and white silent film from the last century.

He tried to pull the corner of his mouth slightly to ask if the other party was joking, but the moment he opened his mouth, he already had the answer in his heart.

The words on the screen gradually blurred and doubled.

Can't laugh.

"Okay." Tan Weifeng replied, but his teeth were trembling slightly, "Where are you now, I will tell you in person."

He gritted his teeth, "I'll tell you in front of you."

There was a pause for a few seconds, and suddenly the subtle noise in the background disappeared, as if it had been muted.

Then it went back to normal.

"Okay, I'm at home all this time, you can come anytime." The other side continued, "It's best before you come, first follow me..."

"I'll be there tomorrow morning."

It seems that every sentence has to be carefully thought out, and the interval between each paragraph is extremely long.

"...Okay. Then, see you tomorrow morning."

Qin Weifeng held up his mobile phone and was stunned for 2 minutes before realizing that the conversation was over.

There's not much more to say.

It takes a long time to run in and get to know each other from being unfamiliar and restrained to talking about everything, but on the contrary, it only takes one sentence.

He slowly lowered the arm holding the phone, and was slightly taken aback when he saw the screen.

The other party didn't hang up, and the call was still connected.

He clicked the bottom red button.

This is the end.

In fact, the reason is not so important.

If there are any conflicts and difficulties between two people, you can try to communicate and solve them; if one party has done something wrong, you can try to correct it.

But no matter how sincere the feelings are, they are no match for the word "sorry".

Decent, friendly, but with no room for maneuver, he can only allow himself to be whipped bloody by the word of politeness.

He said, I can't catch up with you, I'm so tired.

He took the initiative to cut the rope between the two, allowing the distance to grow farther and farther until the outstretched hands could no longer touch it.

The fate between people is nothing more than a little bit, if you miss some, waste some, you will become a passerby.

Qin Weifeng didn't remember how long he stayed downstairs, and when he went upstairs and returned to the dormitory, his shoulders were sore from the weight of his schoolbag.

"Why don't you look so good?" The roommate on the opposite bed saw him come back and asked with a smile, "Could it be that you haven't finished your big homework this week? No, is there any program you can't write?"

Tan Weifeng put his schoolbag on the chair, curled the corners of his mouth, and realized that his facial muscles were trembling slightly.

"I have an idea for this week's big homework. If you really can't think of it, I can show you the pseudo-logic code."

"Show me directly, I thought you would at least give me an idea." The roommate sighed intentionally, "I feel like you hate giving lectures to others."

Qin Weifeng was taken aback.

"I feel that your way of thinking is different from most people's, but it is simpler than most people's. I think you, a person with a strange brain circuit, don't like to give lectures to others."

"... Maybe so." Qin Weifeng reluctantly replied.

He has talked about the topic seriously, and it seems that he is really the only one.

When he opened the schoolbag, he caught a glimpse of the red string tied to his hand.

I have been wearing it every day without noticing it, but at this moment it suddenly becomes dazzling.

The traces of feelings are always quietly reflected in the details. When you have it, you only feel it should be taken for granted, but you wake up when you part.

Tan Weifeng freed one hand to untie the red thread and put it on the table.

How Zou Shao tied the knot back then, now he can get around it.

"It's one thing that the brain circuits don't match up." Qin Weifeng replied half-jokingly, "On the other hand, those who have talked about the problem don't know how to appreciate it."

The roommate obviously noticed his movement of untying the hand strap, was obviously taken aback, and then leaned over.

"No way..." He said in a voice that only two people could hear, "Isn't it what I thought it was?"

Tan Weifeng slightly raised his eyelids, and said softly, "We broke up."

The roommate was stunned.

"It...it's only been a few days? No, I mean..." The roommate stared at Tan Weifeng for a moment, "I think your mental state is not normal now."

Tan Weifeng turned his body sideways, the lines of his nose and eyebrows were still handsome, but his eyes were less angry.

"Huh? What's not normal?"

"...It's so normal, that's why it's not normal." The roommate patted him on the shoulder, "I said, don't let it go, you'll be better behaved if you leave this one, you must be so good..."

Looking at Tan Weifeng's gloomy gaze, the roommate silently swallowed back what he was going to say, and changed his words, "That kid must miss you."

Qin Weifeng turned his head expressionlessly and opened the laptop screen. He almost failed to pull the screen off because of too much force, and became a veritable "laptop killer".

"I'm willing to let him go."

The author has something to say:

Fengshen: I am willing to break up with him (self-persuasion), I am very willing (firm face), I will break up tomorrow morning

Zou Shao: Since you want to break up, can you chase me back when you have time...

Fengshen: no time

Zou Shao: Then I can chase after you... Are you free?

Fengshen: ... a little free time