The night after military training after going to college, the little sisters in the dormitory drank beer and played truth or dare.
Unfortunately I lost, I chose to take a big risk.
"Call the first person you like." One sister said with a sneaky smile.
I can't tell whether it's because I'm drunk and cowardly, or I'm using the name of the game to do what I've always wanted to do.
I was so proud that I called him Penguin.
After awkward but brief greetings, I hung up the phone in a hurry, my cheeks burning.
"Ding dong" came the penguin message prompt.
"Check to see if it's from him?" The roommate's eyes became ambiguous.
My heart was pounding. When I opened it, I saw what he had sent: Who are you?
And then... I cried until midnight.
When I woke up the next day, I found that I was back in the third grade of junior high school, back in the days when I was a girl who liked to wear Barbie Death powder and had pimples all over her face to chase stars. (My ex-husband didn't even have a sewing machine at that time)
There are only two things to do when returning to the third grade of junior high school:
1. Study hard and get into high school.
2. Hey, hey, hey, he must remember me deeply!
How should I get closer to you?
Intention: Let go of regrets