This is a diary.
Your own diary.
Fragment one:
Her: From elementary school to junior high school, did you have anyone you liked?
I don't.
I'm not quite sure what she meant by asking me. To be honest, I may never quite understand her.
Her: ╮(╯▽╰)╭Oh, you are such a boring person.
The conversation changed and she started talking about her first love.
She: I have a crush on someone I have been secretly in love with for three years.
She seemed a little proud, which made me a little unhappy.
Me: Secret love?
Her: Ah... Ah, it's a secret love.
Me: Doesn't he like you?
Her: Ah, it seems so. May or may not be.
Maybe it was winter and it was a bit cold. I saw her slightly retracting her head into her scarf.
Fragment two:
Maybe some elf mischievously spread gray paint everywhere. My world has been gray since I was born.
I'm not sure if this is a test from God, I just know that I hate such a test.
From the moment I became conscious, everything I saw was gray.
My parents, the people on the street, the sky, the sun, and even myself in the mirror were all gray.
It's like a black and white TV set in the 20th century, which can only appear in two colors: black and white.
I also asked my father, Dad, why is the sky gray?
But the father replied, haha, kid, you are still young and don't understand anything yet. This is because dust and other particles in the atmosphere scatter gray light more than other photons with longer wavelengths.
He was afraid that I didn't understand, so he thought for a while and then said to me again, "Son, this is a bit profound, you will learn it later." But now, you just need to know and always remember that the sky was gray a long time ago. Not only that, but even in the future, long, long time later, the sky will also be gray.
But I still don't understand, I don't understand why the whole world is gray, I don't understand... Why the sky is blue in my memory.
I actually don't know what blue is. I asked many people, but they all said they didn't know. Maybe they really don't know, or maybe they know but are hiding it from me, but I know that I won't understand it from them, and I have to find the answer myself.
It was like a color, a color similar to gray but completely opposite to it. Often appears in my dreams.
It is so pure, so beautiful, calm, rational, peaceful and vast that I have to indulge in it.
"Xiaoran, it's time to eat." It was my mother calling me.
"Well, I'll be right away."
I packed up the books in my hands and looked back at my mother who was wearing a gray apron with gray shadows. She was very close but could not see her expression. The face seemed to be scrawled by a child with a pen, and the outline could not be seen.
I guess it should be kind and happy.
Maybe they really don't know, or maybe they know but are hiding it from me, but I know that I won't understand it from them, and I have to find the answer myself.
Ps. This article is purely fictitious and any similarity is purely coincidental.