When I was in college, I had a nickname called mailbox.
Of course, it has nothing to do with whether it is green or not, iron or iron, square or square.
It is said that I am a very good listener. When I should speak, I should speak, and when I should not speak, it is more appropriate to be silent.
So at that time, three or four nights a week, I was invited to the school playground by different female students in the same dormitory or other dormitories to take a walk and talk.
This feeling is a bit indescribable. After all, in the hazy night around, there are couples of lovers relying on each other and whispering affectionately. And I, a girl, have different girls in rotation around me This is probably why no boys were willing to approach me during that time, after all, it seemed that certain orientations were a little unclear.
But at that time, I took the trouble to immerse myself in different stories with them, watched their emotions, and occasionally said some words of relief, joy, and encouragement. ¡
Having heard so many different stories, it's a pity that most of them are blurred now. Although I feel that the people who told it don't want me to remember it all the time.
Those few lines in In the Mood for Love
If you have a secret in your heart
don't want to be known
They will run to the hills to find a tree
dig a hole in a tree
Then tell all the secrets
Then seal it with mud
The secret stays in that tree forever
no one knows¡¡
I'm probably that tree hole, subconsciously I don't want to be sealed, so I choose to forget it quickly.
In fact, I am not very good at consoling others, maybe I am better at being silent. But thinking about it now, maybe silent company is more useful and needed than comfort.
The end of this nickname came relatively quickly. Hundreds of words of antecedents are omitted here, in short, he drank too much that night and insisted on going to the playground. I didn't have the slightest impression of what happened later, and it was already noon the next day when I woke up. The few people in the same dormitory still laugh and say nothing when they mention it. After that, no one invited me to have a heart-to-heart talk.
This year I want to go to Angkor Wat to see the tree hole. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com