At night, for the first time, three people gathered together in Ming Yanyang's game room. This was the first time since graduation that this kind of warm moment had happened. Ming Yanyang scratched his head, not thinking of anything profound to say.
"Yiran Yiran, what do you think of loneliness?" Ming Yanyang rolled from the sofa to Li Yiran's side and took the potato chips from Li Yiran's hand.
"Well... I think it's "thinking" and "expressing". There are always many twists and turns between what I think, what I express, what I express, and what the other person feels, so it is difficult for people to fully understand each other."
"Hey, He Zhiming, do you have any advice?" Ming Yanyang stretched out her foot to kick He Zhiming, who was playing PS5, but his legs were too short and he couldn't kick him several times.
"I'm too lazy to pay attention to you." He Zhiming said without looking back.
"You are eating my food and using my food in the store, and you still have the nerve to behave like this!" Ming Yanyang was furious, "If you don't tell me, be careful and I will pull the switch!"
"If you are mediocre, you will not be unique in any aspect. You will not have problems that others have not faced. Of course, you will not have the ability to solve these problems. Everyone is the same. Everyone wants to be different, and the result is to become more like others."
This man didn't even have to think about it. He had obviously already made up his mind. He was indeed a sultry man, Ming Yanyang thought to himself.
"Where's Yanyang?" Li Yiran fed Ming Yanyang a mouthful of potato chips, and then gave the rest to He Zhiming.
"Loneliness is loneliness. Being alone is loneliness. But Liu Zhenyun also said: 'One person looks for another person, one sentence looks for another sentence' is the real loneliness." Ming Yanyang said vaguely.
"That's great!" Ming Yanyang melted into a puddle of liquid comfortably on the sofa, "It would be great if you come here more often..."
"Right?"
Ming Yanyang woke up from her dream, with tears on her face, and murmured to the empty cabin.
Intention: Reflection on subjectivity
