God knows

"No, Lisa, I think this is your date, I really shouldn't just join in on the fun." I said to the phone, lying on the bed helplessly, "No, I don't hate David...really not... "It's just that I don't like him either, please be sure to recognize it.

"Oh, Lisa!" I said, holding back my howls. "Okay, I get it. I really didn't mean it. I would." I sighed, but carefully held back the breath on the radio, "I'll go, I promise."

Then I threw the hung up phone under the pillow and rolled on the bed with my head in my arms.

"Do you think your action is meaningful?" Phoenix asked me sitting on the window frame, pulling the invisible bow, and I don't know who to shoot.

"No." I said, wanting to throw the pillow at her, but thinking that if I threw it out the window, I might have to pick it up myself, so I gave up after thinking about it, "but I need to vent, and nothing will change anyway." Without Phoenix's ability, he would still be able to guess the next development.

"I've been avoiding seeing each other for so many days, but I still can't avoid it." I said, getting up and putting on my coat, "I have another breakfast appointment on the weekend, and it's hard for me to even see Lisa."

I didn't want to wait for Phoenix to tell me that it was fate again, so I turned around and reached for the key on the table.

"Where are you going?" she asked, trying to jump out of the window and take the short cut to meet me at the door.

"Take a walk," I said, "just stop here at the window, you don't have a good job, do you?"

When I left the room, I could still hear the lingering sound of her disappearing into the window. It was really unpleasant to hear, "It seems very sweet, but I just can't bear it." If I knew it, I would go for a walk by myself and don't let her follow me. .

"Is it an illusion?" I asked Phoenix, who was walking beside me, "Why do I think you are busier on weekends than on weekdays?"

Phoenix sneered a few times.

"It's not an illusion," she said. "How much true love do you think there are in high school?"

Don't speak so coldly with a gun and an arrow!

"Hey!"

We passed Burt's newsstand, and I stopped to help him fold the loose magazines.

"Hey! Ann!"

"Good day, Bert," I said politely. "Any news?"

"Oh, the focus of social news "love triangle leads to love, female: we used to be best friends"."

Phoenix laughed, and I got a chill.

"Give me a copy of Seventeen," I finally say to Bert, pulling money out of my pocket.

"Although I am 17 years old, this thing is really naive to you..." I turned my head and stared fiercely at Phoenix who spoke. Of course I know that the content in the magazine is not suitable for me, but I want some youth this afternoon Cute, colorful and bright things to divert attention.

Bert handed me a packet of peanuts when he gave me some change.

"Ann, I have a question for a girl, I want to ask..."

"Well, normally, the menstrual period comes once a month, and each time lasts about five days. If you want to know about sex education, I don't have a thorough understanding..."

"Hey, no!" Bert smiled and waved his hands. The uncle's reaction is always slower than mine. I like to chat with the gentle Bert, either because I will get the upper hand, because he is always sincere and his tone is always warm , "I know that."

I laughed out loud, "What 'girl question'?"

"My son Sam..."

Sam is the same age as me, his locker is next to Lisa, and sometimes he will say hello when we meet.He has his father's sincere eyes and a round face, and his gentle personality seems to be inherited a bit.Sam has liked a girl for a long time, the girl is a year younger than him, and finally summoned up the courage to invite her to the dance, and she agreed, but Sam...

"Ann, can you do me a favor?" Bert asked me, his tone of anxiety and tension could not be restrained, his big limp hands covered his forehead, "My wife and I separated very early, Sam has no mother since he was a child, I don't know how he should get along with girls."

I shook my head and told Bert seriously, "Sam is fine!" No problem.

Sam is really nice. He is definitely the boy I would like to talk to when I meet him on the road. He will not be pretentious to attract people's attention, and he will not be cool to make himself recognized by more people. He is pragmatic and caring , and more importantly, in this range, it will not make people feel dull or boring.

Sam is cool, well, I mean, he has his style, and that makes him cool.

But at Burt's insistence, I was invited to dinner at his house in the evening to see if there was anything I could do to help.

After all, if you took other people's peanuts, naturally there is nothing to refuse.

"There's no way you won't help," Phoenix said as I stood on Bert's porch, as if he'd finally come to a conclusion after thinking about it all afternoon.

"Huh? Great discovery?" I asked.

"You are a person with a clear distinction between likes and dislikes. People you hate can hate to the extreme. If you like it, you will do your best to help." Phoenix concluded, I was surprised that she was observing me, although she always looked around quietly, But I thought she let everything slip by her indifferently, "You would have agreed to sell the newspaper from the beginning, but you still declined, why?"

"I can't help you," I said, glancing at Phoenix. "You should know best. I haven't been in a relationship yet."

She shrugged, "He wants to ask you about 'girls', not 'love affairs'."

Thank you, I feel a lot of comfort, but it's useless to drill into a dead end like this.

"Dinner time is just right!" Burt opened the door and looked around, "Hey, who are you talking to?"

"Eros."

I answer lazily and see Burt giggle in a voice so low that the porch vibrates.

"Ann, Sam hasn't spoken to an imaginary friend since he was six."

Phoenix laughed behind me, annoyed for no reason.

Sam poked his head out from the room behind the corridor and waved to me, "Hi! Ann!"

"Good evening, bro!" I said, which made Sam giggle, like his dad's, but a little more often, without the vicissitudes and experience.

There was a bond between them, father and son, and I thought it would look lonely if there weren't many people at the table, so my mother and I never had our dinners straight to our rooms, but Bert and Sam would eat lasagna together in the kitchenette—both Individuals eat meals that seem labor-intensive. They chat, do not watch TV, do not listen to the radio, and do not do their own things. At this table, they share the time of two people.

Even the first time I sat at this table, I felt like I was coming home.

"It's not easy." Fennis, who was sitting on the edge of the table, whispered and nodded.

After the meal, Bert took the tableware away, waved his hand and said, "Young man, let's have a good chat! Just leave it here for me."

"Thanks, Dad," Sam said, leading me into his room.