"Heart Wall"

Another century [Everything begins with a dream, and everything ends with waking up from a dream - by Shen Meng] (My surname is Shen, my only name is Yi Meng, and I am the eldest daughter of a middle-class family. When my parents divorced when I was six years old, I was sentenced to my father, and then my father married my stepmother. In this family, I lived a dependent life...) I wrote these lines repeatedly in my diary, as if I wanted to fill the entire page with hatred. After I finished writing, I lay down on the bed, closed my eyes and thought deeply, dreaming of living out my life one day. . . . . "Tick tock, there's a call~~~" I reached out to pick up the ringing phone and saw that it was Yutong's call, so I pressed the answer button? "Meng, my parents are divorced. I don't want a broken home??? I???" Yutong on the other end of the phone was already crying. "Do you hate them doing this?" I asked her coldly, secretly looking forward to her answer. "Hate!" Yutong's words gave me what I wanted. "I hate that they don't understand my feelings. I want to leave, I want to leave??" "Okay, then let's meet at the school gate tomorrow and let's go together." I hung up the phone with her contentedly at this moment, lying on the bed with a long-lost smile. Tomorrow is my dream, I am the master of tomorrow??? On April 24, 2012, I secretly remembered it in my heart and fell asleep?????? In the early morning of the next day, at the gate of Huaimu Middle School. I was leaning against the tree next to the school gate, turning my phone back and forth in my hand. I didn't bring anything with me, because those things didn't belong to me. Not far away, a girl walked towards me. She had long hair, wearing a sky blue racer vest, and light brown denim shorts. I didn't know what to say for a while. I always felt that this girl didn't dress herself properly. She stopped about 5 meters away from me and looked me up and down. I was wearing dark blue jeans and a pure white large T-shirt. I also had long hair, but compared to her, it made the person in front of me look even more haggard. "You're here?" I called her softly, glancing around her with my peripheral vision, "You haven't packed anything?" "No." Yutong stopped talking. In my opinion, she was a completely angry child, completely different from the female companion I imagined. I originally wanted to find a girl who loves to talk and is lively and active, but now it seems that she is the only one and I have no other choice. "Let's go." I took Yutong's hand and started wandering aimlessly, with neither of us communicating. We walked through countless streets, looking for a place where our footsteps would stop. At a crowded train station, we stopped and I turned to look at her, and what I got was Yutong's faint smile. Our hands never let go along the way. Maybe this is what we rely on. After buying the ticket, I turned my head and looked at Yutong again. .............................