In the afternoon of the day I broke up with him, I looked sideways at the window, and the bright sunshine shone to the ground.
I like to get on the bus and wander around Jinan, looking at the lights under the skyscrapers in a glassless window. There is still life flourishing there. Let your thoughts wander freely, and go back to that hot summer, that passionate basketball court, and the fat girl who shouted "come on" wantonly.
I prepared to write this novel just because Maomao, in this world, you have to believe that there is such a kind of friend, you can be close to each other, but you will also fall out in an instant. But it will always be buried somewhere in your heart, slowly sprouting, breaking ground, and growing up... Maomao and I are like this. We have been struggling in the whirlpool of contradictions, missing her, loving her, hating her... But we can't help but want to take care of her, protect her, and use our own brains that are not smart to do so, pretending to give advice and tell her what human relationships are. So, when she said, Mai, your experience can be used to write a novel, so I started writing a novel. . .
Don't question the authenticity of my story, it has always been there, waiting for me to tap it out with my short fingers.
I need a reader, a confidant... I need someone to read my words quietly.