Chapter 01 I am a good child

For a long time, this tiresome void has settled in the lonely state of mind

I like you. She articulated each word with utmost clarity

I do not use MSN," he replied gently

The summer in his memory was once a season of parting

He is still somewhat unclear about the concept of bringing a woman home for the night; amidst his nervousness, there is a greater sense of anticipation to fill the void.

After some thought, I changed it to, "Busy, everything is well, do not worry." and then sent it out

He still spent seven years leisurely, despite feeling somewhat lonely

I am sorry, he said calmly as he looked at her, I do not have those feelings for you

Behind me is the busy figure of my mother, the room gradually becoming more spacious, and the suitcase is filled with clothes

He entered an internet café, opened the computer, and logged into MSN invisibly

"That QQ is also acceptable." She did not want to become the second fool in the mouth of the permit.

Homeless. Xu Ke was pondering where to go next

The river flows through the city, and the air is thick and oppressive. The asphalt road under the blazing sun becomes soft, emitting a bitter scent. Alongside the sidewalk stand the lush and leafy plane trees, with cicadas hiding among them, singing loudly. The leaves show no sign of movement, and a cool breeze becomes a luxury, leaving the restless mood without any solace

The phone placed on the table vibrated, and he picked it up and shook it at her, saying, "This is more convenient." He smiled as he spoke

A sense of desolation gradually surged within him, lingering and wandering in his chest, akin to countless nights spent in solitary contemplation in the darkness. The simple and clear warmth is easily possessed by many, yet he finds himself unable to attain it.

Yan Xi Luo has a certain interest in Xu Ke, which is evident to those around them. When the two are together, they appear quite pleasing to the eye, leading others to ambiguously play matchmaker. In contrast, Xu Ke's attitude is more obscure and difficult to interpret, fully aligning with the first two principles of the "three no's": "not taking the initiative, not refusing." As for the last principle, the truth is ambiguous, with various opinions circulating.

There are 5 new emails in the inbox, all from the same person

As night falls, an orange-red moon hangs in the sky. In the open space downstairs or at the mouth of the alley, adults sit on bamboo loungers, engaging in casual conversation, while children chase each other playfully. The Milky Way is clearly visible overhead, with the occasional shooting star streaking across the sky. Everything appears calm and tranquil, just as it usually does

Looking at that little green figure, Xu Ke sighed, a troublesome fellow, online 24 hours a day, without the need for sleep

It is said that if a child is disappointed with their family, they will inevitably be disappointed with society as well

So, what about you? Is someone who starts dating early in the sixth grade still considered a good child

On that night in that year, his family fell apart from then on

A light blue interface that almost occupies half the screen, with only one contact appearing empty and desolate. As the mouse hovers over it, a peculiar name spanning several lines is displayed: "Where have you been? Your rebellious phase isn't over yet? You don't call, and replying to an email is only 10 bytes, yet you dare to log in invisibly? Are you feeling itchy? What, still busy? You wouldn't be busy chasing girls, would you? The world has changed, even hobbits have people vying for them, don't forget the hardships I've endured for many years... What are you still staring at? Remember to send some photos, not landscape pictures, and don't just send me those from ten years ago. What, still busy? You wouldn't be busy chasing girls, would you? The world has changed, even hobbits have people vying for them, don't forget the hardships I've endured for many years... What are you still staring at? Remember to send some photos, not landscape pictures, and don't just send me those from ten years ago!!!" At the end, there is a row of middle fingers.

Desire surges, yet the heart feels empty

Others, such as Yahoo Messenger... the girl's voice grew quieter and quieter

On the night at the end of August, the air was imbued with the humid warmth of summer

The new semester is about to begin, and even in the late hours of the night, the area around the school is bustling with activity, with restaurants, bars, dance halls, and internet cafes filled with a throng of people and lively chatter

The intense visual impact momentarily overwhelmed his mind, leaving him utterly unable to restrain himself

I am very sorry about today, I am late, you can rest here," while fiddling with her slightly disheveled hair, she picked up her backpack and walked outside, "Remember to lock the door when you leave, just put the key in the flower pot outside the door.

Women were a nuisance to him; the initial encounters brought a certain unavoidable, vulgar sense of vanity, but afterwards they became increasingly tedious.

He took the SIM card out of his phone and threw it into the trash can by the roadside

Apart from occasionally telling some kind-hearted lies, he considers himself a good child

That night, everyone had a bit too much to drink and supported each other as they made their way home. As the music ended and people dispersed, Xu Ke suddenly felt an emptiness in his heart. For some reason, he was moved and brought Yan Meinv back to the apartment he rented off-campus. He had a certain fondness for Yan Xiluo; she was beautiful, graceful, and not foolish. She knew how to give face when it was appropriate, and her flirting skills were top-notch, never lowering herself nor resorting to dull conversation that lacked substance.

The body of the young girl slowly revealed itself before my eyes, pure and ample

I am well, do not worry about me

Yan Xi Luo opened her eyes in surprise, still clutching the corner of his garment in her hand

Closing her eyes, Yan Xiluo tightly wrapped herself in the blanket, but the cold sensation made her shiver. Could she remain undisturbed? She chuckled self-deprecatingly. Such a result was not anticipated.

Fortunately, Xiang did not become a problem youth; rather, years of independent living have made him somewhat more worldly, shrewd, and mature than his peers. As a result, he has many friends but few confidants

He opened the topmost letter, and a photograph slowly revealed itself, featuring a person grinning widely with a strange smile.

The door was gently closed

Without any warning, he suddenly pushed her away, his once dreamy gaze gradually turned indifferent, concealing disappointment

However, the woman in my arms is so unfamiliar

"May I ask ... ... classmate, could you tell me your MSN?" The girl sitting next to me approached and asked in a low voice, her cheeks slightly flushed

Yan Xiluo is one of the few survivors. It is not that her appearance is unremarkable; on the contrary, her attributes are beyond the reach of most. To use a popular internet phrase, "Those who are smarter than me are not as beautiful as I am, and those who are more beautiful than me are not as smart as I am." Our Yan Xiluo fits this description perfectly

However, he finally spoke up, "I prefer using my mobile phone." He then recited a series of numbers

This is, in fact, not a big deal. A person's life is merely a fleeting moment in the vastness of the universe, akin to cosmic dust traversing the sky. Moreover, the coming together and parting of individuals is like the ever-changing nature of the stars; the affairs of the world are unpredictable.

I am sorry, his expression was quite frustrated as he pulled the thin blanket from the bed and gently draped it over the beautiful woman's body, "You should rest now"

There is no need for that either. He lowered his head and continued to collect the letters

The girl stared at him with wide eyes, her face flushed, feeling shy and embarrassed

I am allowed to check the time on the display, and I estimate that it should be time to go home

The world has become tranquil

Yan Xi Luo bit her lip and then smiled gently, "Since that's the case, why not be friends?" Her expression was extremely carefree and natural

However, the girl pointed at his computer screen, hesitating to speak.

Well, the hairstyle is outdated, the skin lacks moisture, there is a serious lack of sleep, dark circles under the eyes, a stiff expression, casual clothing, an awkward posture yet he thinks he looks cool... He couldn't help but grin, saved the photo, and began to write a reply letter

It is necessary to maintain appearances.

He has always been a fragile person, striving to maintain a facade of spontaneity

The girl suddenly felt her heart racing and, feeling somewhat dizzy, returned to her seat

Loneliness still lingers on

"I don't want to leave, not even a little," the sister said to him, "I would rather face your pig-headedness every day." As she spoke, her gaze drifted elsewhere. The fourteen-year-old girl was at an awkward age, disdainful of or unsure how to express her feelings of loss, whether joy, sadness, or anger, and her words always carried a hint of sarcasm towards him

After a few seconds of astonishment, the girl quickly took out her phone and noted everything down, then made the call.

I do not need it either

The long journey of growth over the past seven years has been accompanied by loneliness like a shadow. Even though he is currently surrounded by a large table of people enjoying food and entertainment, this feeling of being unanchored is even more intense, but fortunately, he has already grown accustomed to it

Most friends are merely fair-weather friends, such as teammates from the university basketball team and a few girls from the cheerleading squad. During the summer vacation, when there is nothing to do, this group of people often gathers together from time to time. As time goes by, the girls in the team who initially seemed appealing have been nearly divided among them.

I see, he chuckled, moving the mouse to point at the contacts section and said, "There is only this fool up here, and I never message her either"

After all this was completed, my mood seemed to improve somewhat

The horizon finally glowed with a fish-belly white, the summer morning light was fresh and ethereal, and he unexpectedly thought of the person in the photograph, with her bright and clear eyes