Three Degrees Offline

In the first round, I think Francis is a scumbag, in the second round, I think Arthur is a scumbag, and in the Nth round, I think you, my wife, are a scumbag (I'm already crying)

Francis and Arthur Kirkland, the two sabbies! ! ! These two idiots are so stupid! ! ! Grass mud horse! ! ! Why are you two so awkward? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhinging me. Arthur Kirkland you are so stupid! ! Francis, you hypocritical devil! ! Help, how far do you two have to push each other to be satisfied, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhahahahaha, you are just two idiots that even Cupid and Yue Lao can't save! ! ! (I am overly excited)

I hate it so much. I shouldn't have opened "Three Degrees Offline" in the early morning when I couldn't sleep. I'm so sad. Before reading this book, I always thought that this sentence was a metaphor that two people cannot live without each other. I also guessed that the sad point of this book was that two people who were in love were forced to separate or something. After reading it, I found that it was completely different from what I thought. At that time, Arthur could no longer live without , just like he could not live without black tea, but to him at that time, Arthur was a dispensable dessert. This was not a one-sided love, both people were in love, but this But it was a one-sided love affair between Arthur and no longer dared to invest too much. Arthur knew that, but he still had no hesitation. Before he jumped off the building, he still wanted to resolve the misunderstanding with , but did not dare to touch it anymore. This was the fundamental reason why they missed it. In the final analysis, the whole book is correct, but I am the one who is wrong. I had to open this article in the early morning. I feel like the wording is still a bit inadequate, and I can't convey the meaning I want to express. I'll be punished to read it again in two days.

So if there is a misunderstanding with a friend in the future, remember to complete the subject, predicate and object when explaining it (said with tears in his face)

Final chapter Side A The trip is over. Francis and Arthur stood silently at the intersection of the highway, dragging their boxes. These days seem like a century. Francis gave Arthur a hug, reached out to pat his back and help him straighten his messy hair. Arthur took a step back, rejecting the cruel intimacy. "Why do you always focus on guessing what I'm thinking instead of reminiscing about the time we spent together?" Arthur lowered his head and tugged on Francis's shirt. "If we can all act like normal people." Francis didn't answer. He slapped Arthur's hand away, pressed it against Arthur's forehead and said softly, "Goodbye Arthur." "Goodbye." "This is for your own good." An old-style convertible parked in front of the two people. "Let me introduce you." Francis pointed to the fierce-looking doll boy in the car. "This doll is a colleague of the company, and his name is Wasiu." "Shut up." Wasiu roared, "If it hadn't been for the boss's order, I would never have come to pick you up!!" Francis stopped and raised his hands in surrender, "Okay, I understand." "If you need me, just contact me." Francis got in the car and waved to Arthur, "You know my email address." "I will fulfill my duty as a friend." Francis said, although he knew that Arthur might never contact him again in his life. "Wait! This hard drive!" Arthur took out a black box from his backpack. "If you have time, take a look!" "Huh?" Francis accepted the ugly box and stuffed it into his backpack. "Okay" After closing the car door, Francis didn't look at Arthur again. He urged Wasiu to drive quickly. The car started quickly and left the intersection with the heat wave caused by the start. "Waiting for you to look back." Arthur looked at the convertible disappearing in the distance on the highway. "I turned around... What about you??" Side A Four months later, Francis received a letter from Arthur. A brief letter and a ticket to the concert. The letter said that this is the most memorable concert of Group C. Aylin and Jon are both there, so you should come too. Francis opened the computer and emailed a letter to Arthur, saying yes. In the past four months, c has become popular on the streets again. Arthur's posters have appeared on the covers of popular magazines, advertising bulletins, and large LCD screens in commercial streets. The drummer in C is no longer Francis, and the keyboardist, bassist and guitarist are not even the Jon Arryn he is familiar with, but it is undeniable that the music of C is still as great as before. Arthur could carry an entire orchestra on his own, as Frances had known for a long time. He is a genius. Francis took a day off and thought it would be nice to meet old friends. When he arrived at the concert venue, Jon and Aelin were already waiting for him at the door. The three people joked with each other while reminiscing about old times, and walked backstage very familiarly. Francis suddenly felt like he was back five years ago, which was strange and wonderful. "It's true, Arthur." Jon complained, "A few months ago, Arthur sat at the intersection of the highway for two days without opening an umbrella when it rained. We ran to rescue him until he had a high fever. I said he was not crazy like this, right?" "Artists are looking for inspiration?" Aylin said. "It is said that many creations come from this way." "No?" Francis said, "He's waiting for someone." "Ah? Who are you waiting for?" Jon Arryn asked together. "People who won't come back," Francis said. "He's so stupid." "Everyone is here!" Arthur walked in. He was wearing a very simple plaid shirt and jeans. He didn't look like an important star at all. "I really miss it. Where is the original C Group lineup." Arthur's eyes swept across Jon, Arryn, and landed on Francis. He smiled slightly, "I thought you wouldn't come." "I'm still very nostalgic," Francis replied. The concert started with cheers. The nostalgic lineup sang C's classic songs. Although everyone was unfamiliar, they still performed well. At the end of the concert, Arthur gave Frances a surprise. "I want my most important partner, Francis, to come on stage and we play a song together." Arthur told the audience. "Is that okay?" Francis asked worriedly. "You can do it." Arthur said, putting the score in front of the piano. "I have played it for you before, you should remember it." Frances glanced at the score and found that it was the song that Arthur had played on the piano in the small suite where they stayed on the morning after the storm during the trip. Arthur once told him that the name of the song was Francis tried a few notes and found that the piece was not difficult. He looked at Arthur, and Arthur nodded. He started playing. The stage lights hit me, giving me a warm feeling, just like this song. Arthur chanted softly, eyes closed. Some say love, it is a river that drowns the tender reed. Some say love, it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed. Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need. Frances enjoyed Arthur's music. I say love, it is a flower, and you its only seed. It's the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance. It's the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance. It's the one who won't be taken, who cannot seem to give He couldn't hear the emotion of this piece of music. He only thought it was beautiful. He mouthed to Arthur and said, maybe I like you a little bit again. When t night has been too lonely And the road has been to 1ong And you think that love is only For the lucky and the strong Arthur saw it and smiled at Francis. Just remember in the winter Far beneath the bitter snows Lies the seed that with the sun's love In the spring becomes the rose. The music played smoothly, but it felt like something was missing, something Francis couldn't put his finger on. Maybe Arthur felt it too. Maybe Arthur knew something was missing. Because at the end of the song, I was almost choking while singing. Francis began to feel that this piece of music had become a torment. He finished playing it emotionlessly, bowed to the audience, and left the stage. This time it was really over, Francis laughed at himself. It's not sloppy at all, it's really over. If the ensemble at Campus Festival five years ago was the beginning of it all, this is the end. Complete integration and complete separation. The concert ended successfully. Arthur returned backstage and changed into his plain plaid shirt and jeans so quickly that Frances was surprised. "Shall we go for a walk?" Arthur asked Francis, pointing to the exit passage. "Okay." Francis agreed readily. Francis and Arthur got on the elevator, and Arthur pressed the button for the top floor, the 18th floor. "I want to go to the rooftop to get some air," Arthur said. Silence. Don't know what to say. Now that we've reached this point, there's nothing more to say. At sunset, Francis suddenly discovered that this scene seemed to overlap with a scene five years ago. There is a kind of desperate beauty. Arthur jumped onto the steps around the rooftop, raised his arms and walked on it like a balance beam. "Don't go there, it's dangerous there." Francis reminded him. However, Arthur still walked forward on the steps surrounding the rooftop. "Have you seen the hard drive?" Arthur asked, his back to Francis, his expression invisible. "I saw it," Francis lied a little embarrassedly. In fact, the hard drive was lost somewhere after he got home, and he didn't bother to look for it himself. Probably, it's something insignificant. "Really." Arthur laughed softly, which sounded a bit like a mockery, which made Francis very uncomfortable. "Our lives have gone through many forks, and every time we choose the wrong path," Arthur took a deep breath, smiled and jumped two steps forward. He was like an angel, breaking free from the most painful suffering at the end, and the wings on his back were about to stretch out. "Maybe in many cases, this is God's will." Arthur turned back and gave Francis a smile. Jumped down. Fall, fall. Arthur's figure was swallowed up in the sunset, magnifying little by little. Francis's eyes stayed on the railing reflected by the light of the setting sun for a long time and could not leave. His brain seemed to stop thinking for a moment, and then seemed to flash thousands of times, and the memory was like the magma flowing at the bottom of the volcano. It found a gap and erupted. Only then did Francis realize that he had never forgotten them, he had just stuffed them into the deepest and deepest memory. He saw little Arthur, wearing a vest and shorts, standing in front of the dilapidated classroom apartment late at night, refusing to go in. He gritted his teeth and held back tears and told him that his parents got divorced today and he didn't dare to tell Al so he didn't dare to enter the house. He took Arthur's hand and told him it didn't matter. It doesn't matter if my parents are divorced, it doesn't matter if Al resents me. Because you still have a good friend like me, I am your best friend He saw Ya who was practicing because he suddenly wanted to form a band and gave up everything. He said hey, don't be so serious, I'm just talking. Arthur glared at him and said this is your dream, your dream is my dream. Arthur said you give up too easily, I want to push you. Arthur said that you give up too easily. He can supervise some objective things, but there are some things that involve himself that he cannot supervise. It's too easy to give up. Do I have to push you in some extreme way before you become more positive? He saw himself and Arthur looking at each other and composing "dangers" smoothly. Arthur said a little sadly that he might have been cursed. He said that it was what his mother warned him about. It's true. Failure to suppress feelings will lead to the worst outcome. If you expect too much, will it eventually lead to despair? Arthur said let me find something else to do, such as finding someone to have a serious relationship or something. Would you agree? Do you agree? He said, I agree, why not? Arthur said with a sigh of relief that you refused so simply. He asked Arthur what had I refused? Arthur said, you idiot. He saw Arthur holding his hand and saying to him, "This song is for you." He sat next to Arthur and played "The Rose" with him. Arthur smiled and sang the last line of the song, Just remember in the winter Far beneath the bitter snows Lies the seed that with the sun's love In the spring becomes the rose. The seeds in the snow, when the ice and snow melt and spring comes, break out of the ground and bloom the most beautiful flowers. That person was standing in front of him just a few seconds ago. But it will never appear again. The seed did not bloom. It was buried under the deep snow while dying. It used its last strength to dream a dream. A dream of its own brilliant flowers blooming in the spring. Never again. Arthur's smiling expression, sad expression, angry expression, uncomfortable expression, he raised his eyebrows, he blushed, and he kicked his feet hard without mercy, how real The photos he asked people in the audience to take for them are even still on his digital camera, and the heat of electricity has not subsided. If this is a dream, wake up quickly, okay? However, the only answer to him was The sunset, and the empty rooftop.

This article really touches me deeply. I used to be in the wave industry, and there were many rules and I was not allowed to knock on CP. Therefore, in my impression, Britain and France are mutual friends. France was cheated by the British in World War II. They surrendered quickly, and they are still sucked by the British. Today, France and Germany are together, making Britain green, and giving birth to the European Union. This joke has been played for a long time. It is probably like a humorous animated short film. There is no emotional line and full of sarcasm. Later, I watched a little bit of The Rabbit. Britain and France have no hair and eagle sauce. I have no impression. Until yesterday, I learned about the four major fruit purees. I didn't even watch Hetalia and found dover. , I had never played against a real CP at that time, and I really thought that this was also a pure mutual damage group, so I went offline three times to look for fun. . . It simply opened a new door, especially after Fu Xin died and reunited with Arthur, he was still bohemian. The way he played with others was really like a knife that I had never seen before. There was no feeling of "hahaha, green, green, green", because it was the first time I saw the country, and I could feel like a real person and have indescribable feelings. Emotions that are hard to let go, impulsive love and a dead heart, it doesn't matter, this is true love, it really hurts my heart. I used to wonder why Poland ball is not a national game, but now I find that compared with real fruit paste, its political nature is unmatched. The relationship is worth three years, and Hetalia, I am deeply trapped.

I feel like they were both confused. Arthur thought it was Francis who told him personally, and Francis thought Arthur thought he was Dover.

Halfway through, I suddenly felt that Francis five years later was an illusion. It's my imagination, right? Absolutely.

Don't go. Three words, not to Joffrey, but to Francis.

A group photo of famous quotes, this sentence is really like candy when singled out, but when substituted into the full text, it is like a knife.