"Old Seven, your Dong Yong should be changed." This is what our roommates hang on to and often mention.
I'm not good at words, and I don't know how to retort, just eyes glaring at them a bit, I know they are heartbroken.
After college, we are two thousand kilometers away from each other, he played football in the playground of a university in the northern mountains, I was in the dormitory blowing a fan and watching movies, we are living in two worlds of people.
Only in the summer and winter vacations can not wait to go home, embracing each other at the station, only to suddenly feel that I have found the feeling of love again, loneliness a moment to dissipate and disappear, looking at his somewhat unfamiliar face, but still will be my lips fixed on his lips.
It says that we were together for 1800 days, and yes, every night I think of him, his tall stature, the way he smiles and laughs, the gentleman and elegance of the suit he wears. A lot of times I would lose sleep, and it wasn't until the light of day, when there were morning people laughing and joking in the playground, that I turned off everything about him on my phone and counted the sheep, but those endless sheep were all his likeness.
All the good times in high school were with him, we practiced dance together, sang karaoke together, went to the bookstore together to read a new collection of comics, rode our bikes together in the countryside on the fields for a ride, everything was so pleasant, and everything was justifiably beautiful.
I still remember the sophomore year of the Latin dance competition, we took the provincial championship, won back the honor for the school, once in the school in the spotlight, we are made for each other, we must cherish this relationship.
After arriving at the university, although thousands of miles apart, I will find him every day to chat, every time he will buy clothes that fit, every time desperately studying for the exams are not willing to be behind, to get a scholarship are for him, I think I do not do worse than anyone else.
He is also very good to me, can tolerate my little temper, can give me a warm embrace. Being able to reassure my parents that I have such a warm hearted older boy looking after me all the time is something they think we'll go all the way.
"Old Seven, don't miss it, go to sleep."
"Old Seven, don't talk in your mouth, your sweetheart he can't hear you."
"Old seven, can not break up! We give you to find a new one." The lower bunk of Yingzi said.
"Talk too much, hurry to sleep!" The warden interrupted our conversation, the dormitory is quiet again, the long night, I stared at the ceiling, still thinking about him, thinking about the days of the past.
After going to college, my insomnia became very serious, and from time to time, I would feel that I had a light body, out-of-body feeling. Whenever such a time comes, I am always fearful and elated, so that I am not able to be one step closer to him.
Other people say that the long-distance relationship has much suffering, in fact, I can endure, thousands of obstacles, as long as the heart is the same, there is nothing to go through.
But I can't hold on to these days any longer.
I know, from the beginning, he did not like me so much. After the dance on the stage, we held hands, but his eyes looked at her, and I could feel his heart beating, and it wasn't for me.
In the three years of high school, we were both sleepless for the training, and worked hard for our studies, and we didn't show our feelings, which became his and my respective regrets.
If I high school confession, perhaps we will not be long-distance relationship, we have their own happiness.
If he confessed in high school, maybe we will send blessings to each other, far less like today so get, but estranged a lot.
Yesterday I finally broke up, he was silent on the phone for a long time. I'm sorry, we let all the people who believe in love again disappointed, but also let them re-recognize what is love.
Many people may take us emotionally and say, "Ya, they are six years, or can not beat the distance, good pity."
But today, I want to say it, to hide in the bottom of their hearts all the secrets, housemates in a circle, in listening to my story.
My sister and I and he in the freshman year of high school, at the same time selected for the school's varsity team, selected as a dance specialty students. Because we were twins, even the teachers had a hard time telling us apart when we wore our dance outfits, so we got a lot of attention at school.
My sister was born ten minutes earlier than me, but our personalities are very different.
She was born ten minutes earlier than me, but we have very different personalities. She is subtle and kind, I'm cute and lively, in the provincial team that Latin dance selection contest, because I am more energetic, so I was chosen to do the dance partner, my sister can only usually look at us to train, to give us cheering and cheering.
After two months of hard training, we finally bloomed on the stage, took the title. My sister was very happy offstage, and soon the three of us became good friends who had nothing to say to each other.
We made a lot of memories and took a lot of pictures in this city, and when the college entrance exam was coming up, my sister made a decision to go abroad.
"Why!"
"Sister, why don't you know! He confessed to me." I burst into tears covering my chest in sadness.
"Sister, when I leave, promise me to take care of him for me! Just pretend you never knew about it!"
From that day until the end of the college entrance examination, the three of us never hung out together again.
The three of us agreed to fill in the same university, but he went to the north, I went to the university alone as promised.
The day before going to college, my sister has long gone abroad. I met with him, a few cups of wine, we talk more, and finally I cried and said that: "I like you, let's be together!" He did not say much, buried his head in my arms also cried.
We are together like this, said the time of real love is only three years, but I can feel, no matter how hard I try, I can never replace my sister's position in his mind, how many nights tears wet the pillow, the heart of a hint of fluke, imagining that he will come back to the heart of the countless sheep will be transformed into his appearance, smiling at me, but just a close, all into a bubble, or The first thing I'd like to do is to get the best out of the world, and then I'd like to get the best out of the world.
Yesterday, I finally said my inner words:
"For so long, you are not really did not like me." I asked him.
"Well, yes!" He heard me cry, but said those two words anyway.
"Do you want to know why my sister doesn't like you?"
"I know!" He said.
I was flabbergasted, the photos in the album I was about to post froze in place for a moment, I was in a dilemma, I didn't know how to say it, and a resentment that was ready to be ripped out of my face and get no one dissipated.
"You do not say, your sister asked me to take care of you."
"I don't want anyone else to take care of me, I don't want anyone else to sympathize with me, you guys have screwed me over enough." I growled over the phone, my tear ducts going out of control all at once, more relaxed and hysterical than ever.
"We broke up anyway, I couldn't move him, it was my sister he couldn't let go of, ironic enough, I was wishful thinking from the beginning." I said to my housemates, a few listening had burst into tears and came over to hug me.
"So what do you do after that?" The housemates asked.
"What else can a lost love and disillusioned person do? My sister is going back home and I want to go abroad for a walk."
I finished telling them this story, which made everyone in a bad mood, and I said I was sorry, "Come on, I'll treat you to a big meal today." Everyone could not bear to refuse, clustered me out of the school door, and happily walked toward the restaurant.
I watched Yingzi tearfully have something to say, so I gestured to her to say it, it's okay.
She stammered, "Why didn't your sister say yes to him, is it because she knows you like him too?"
I smiled bitterly, took out my phone and opened the photo album, my sister behind his girlfriend, leaning her head on her shoulder, the sun behind them is very bright, the warmth of their smiles is also slightly pale.