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Mingyue When she said goodbye, I felt completely dazed, as if I had received some earth-shattering bad news and needed to reshape my worldview.
She left in a very ordinary way, just like countless yesterdays put together - ironing shirts, organizing files, ordering takeout, and then pushing the door open and leaving, without waving goodbye, let alone any light and fluffy clouds. Mingyue, I can't figure it out. How could she leave me? It doesn't matter to anyone, but in Mingyue's eyes, the life and death of ten million roses on earth combined are not as important as my insomnia tonight.
Mingyue is such a person, a bit clueless about romance, but also somewhat compassionate. That bit of compassion is all because of me. At least she really likes me. Her pure affection makes others envious. Everyone knows that if you need help from Mingyue, you have to ask me first, because if I ask, she will always agree.
Mingyue and I got together during the first winter break after I took a leave of absence from school. She used to be my classmate, my desk mate, a staunch materialist who was passionate about science. However, she admits to being a subjective idealist when it comes to liking me.
We never shy away from differences and often engage in debates about grand and unfathomable topics related to the human universe and the future. I, who consider myself an observer, often waver in the midst of the excitement, frequently distracted by cats, dogs, and the beauty of nature; while Mingyue is always focused on tinkering with her Tesla coil, refusing to relax. She criticizes me for being emotionally overwhelmed and considers me naive and childish. But sometimes, when I feel very lonely and trapped by the dark clouds of sadness, she will pat my shoulder and praise my vitality and talent.
Mingyue says that she herself has no talent, only hard work, so she envies me.
I often get stuck in a numb emptiness when I write, and in my panic, I end up frantically bothering my friends. I used to have a few friends, but later I found that no one could truly accept the real me. They liked someone who seemed confident and talented, romantic and passionate, and full of talent and fun. In reality, I am a sensitive and anxious lunatic, crazy and mad, always causing trouble. I have lived until today to verify the kindness of heaven and the diversity of species in the world.
"Mingyue. If someone can like you, it's true love." Hao Da'er knew that I was trying to win over Mingyue and nodded approvingly, stroking his chin as if he were admiring the emperor's new beard. What kind of person is Mingyue? "Rational, correct, intelligent, objective," he said, and then he made faces and sighed at me. Of course, I knew he was joking, but I didn't expect the joke to have a hint of truth to it.
"What's wrong? Mingyue. works in IT and is usually very busy. I don't like to cook, but I love to eat. Mingyue. can't cook well, and I don't want to hire a stranger to cook, so I end up eating takeout every day. In order to make my diet healthier, my eating habits have become the most important problem for Mingyue. outside of work. She encourages me to cook and is willing to do the dishes as long as I'm willing to cook. No matter how it turns out, Mingyue. always says it's delicious with her eyes closed. But takeout is so convenient, and being unhealthy doesn't matter.
She needs to order takeout for me three times a day, and change it every other day. Fortunately, there is a good private chef later on, and my three meals a day are fixed there, which also reduces Mingyue.'s trouble."
Although it's really convenient at home, she always keeps everything in order. But I won't stay for long, because I want freedom. Besides, she's too busy. I often go on international trips for ten days or half a month alone. People say go, and I go. Tickets say buy, and I buy. There are exchange activities everywhere, and anywhere can be my new home.
Mingyue. I've never paid attention to these things. Whenever I return to the home with Mingyue., even though she's not there, her emotions are poured out in the entrance, dining room, and study, representing Mingyue.'s welcome to me. When I suddenly come back, it's as if I never left.
Yes, even my first impulsive running around, Mingyue. was also the one who made the plans and never stopped. It was me. I have always been the one who Mingyue. took care of meticulously, which caught me off guard, made me dependent, and made me want to escape. Mingyue. is always like this, showing obvious affection, and not minding being teased by everyone.
I don't have many hobbies, but I have great passion and interest in the world. I think creation is the greatest thing in the world, and it is my honor to be able to work in this field. In the process of creation, I am also exploring life. The house is empty, and it's the same when Mingyue. goes out to work. I never feel lonely at that time.
"Mingyue, I really like you, you know. But I find it difficult to learn how to love. It's not your problem, it's my own lesson." She held my shoulder, blinked her eyelashes, and I couldn't distinguish the specific range between liking and loving. But I understand Mingyue's restraint in speaking. When she means three, it's actually six. If it's six, then it's a hundred percent certain.
I tried to hold Mingyue's hand, but she patted mine, smiled helplessly, and her eyes, long accustomed, were like a silent "don't be silly" and "I knew it."
Mingyue, still doesn't know how to love me.
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