Chapter 68
Today is January 17th, and it has been 8 days since the last farce.
My mentality has gradually calmed down. As long as I don't check his WeChat, I basically won't think of him when I have free time.
Apart from the fact that she was too crazy about Lan Xichen and teased him with text messages in the middle, she was able to take it calmly.
There was a young lady who saw all my chats. I don’t know how she did it. I am anonymous, but she was still able to connect all my chats together.
The girl told me that she met a boy, and the situation was exactly the same as mine. The boy would not take the initiative, but if she sent a message to him, he would also send a message, which made her extremely exhausted. Every time she wanted to withdraw, the boy would suddenly hook her up.
She's been on the verge of madness lately and wants to talk to someone, but her friends think she's too obsessed with love and can't empathize with her pain. She wants to know how I manage to laugh so much every day.
Because the young lady is pretty, I am willing to be her trash can.
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"I've been registered on Qingteng for nearly half a year, and I've had over ten thousand views and over two thousand likes, so I'm probably getting several thousand views too. Of all the people out there, I've only met this one ideal type. I completely meet his requirements, but we can have dinner together and meet up, but I just can't move this relationship forward. I don't know where I lost out, because of him, I've become extremely self-conscious about my looks. Do you understand this feeling?"
I felt that the young lady was about to collapse, so I quickly comforted her: "It's okay, actually. I couldn't even see her in person at the beginning. If you really can't do it, just sign up for a class to enrich yourself."
"He never looks at my homepage, and I can't see his circle of friends. Was it the same for you at the beginning?" the young lady asked.
I thought about the last time I saw his visit count, which was 73, and nodded. "Not bad. Although he does check out my homepage, it's because I check it out that he does. It's normal for boys not to post on WeChat Moments. I've never seen many boys share their daily lives on WeChat Moments."
"I even wanted to invite him out for a drink and get him drunk."
As soon as the young lady finished speaking, I felt that the topic was a bit dangerous. My face turned red and I inexplicably remembered the conversation between me and the military advisor before. It seemed so familiar.
"Why don't you just ask directly?" I was extremely embarrassed.
The young lady sent a crying emoji: "But I'm a coward, I don't dare. I send him messages, and he replies, but he never takes the initiative. He keeps asking me to take the initiative, and I don't know what to say. I feel too humble."
I thought about it, "Do you remember what I wrote in the article? If you don't know what to say, just tease me."
The young lady said: "I dare not. I dare not say those teasing words at all."
Me: "What are you afraid of? Just send it. It won't work anyway. Just be mentally prepared and let go of everything else."
Young lady: "I'm afraid I'll just delete it."
Me: "No, I've actually practiced with another girl."
Anyway, the main point is to step on people's bottom line.
I jump and I jump.
"He is my favorite kind of gentleman with bookish air." The young lady showed me a photo, which did look a bit like Zhang Sinian.
"What do you like about him?" I asked.
"Collarbone. Don't you find his collarbone super attractive?" The young lady was a little excited. "Ahhh, he really is so good-looking that he hits my spot everywhere. Do you understand this feeling?"
Emmm...there are thousands of XPs, and the locations are all weird.
I thought I was outrageous enough, but I didn't expect there were people who were even more outrageous than me, falling in love with someone because of a collarbone.
"So, young lady, since you like him so much, go ahead and do it. If you don't tease him now, when will you? Do you have to wait until he has a girlfriend?"
The young lady's voice was painful. "Don't say that. It hurts my heart to see it. Take it back."
I:"……"
"What should I do to be like you?" the young lady asked humbly.
"Open your mind."
In fact, I know that in this kind of situation, no matter how others persuade you, it will be useless, because the person involved understands the truth, but it is difficult to do it. You can only rely on yourself to slowly let go of it.
"You can't let go, how did you do it?" the young lady asked again.
I thought about it carefully. "I write novels and have an author group with over 200 people, all of whom are novelists. I asked all the ladies in this group for advice on how to pursue a man. If I ask too many questions, it would be shameless."
The young lady might have been attracted by my actions.
After a long while, he said awkwardly, "Then you are very brave."
I shook my head. "Don't leave yourself with regrets. I already feel quite regretful now. If I had known he would say something about his sister, I should have been shameless enough to touch her when we met. I'm just too shy."
Feeling that the topic was getting dangerous again, I quickly asked, "Where did your last conversation end?"
The young lady replied: "My military advisor said to send this: Brother Da, was my pursuit of you not obvious enough before? How about I be more obvious later?"
"So what did you pay when you were chasing him?"
"The first time we met, I gave her some cakes and flowers. The second time, I paid for everything."
Suddenly I felt that this routine was a little familiar.
"Miss, is your military advisor a boy, or a bachelor?"
The young lady expressed surprise, "How do you know it's a boy? But although he is single, he is a sea king."
I was silent.
"Because my military advisor is also a boy, I always thought boys would understand boys better, so I didn't really listen to the advice of other female military advisors. In the end, under his guidance, I pursued her the way boys pursue girls, but in the end, I died halfway through the pursuit."
I was so angry when I thought of what the dog-headed military advisor said, "We are all human. Think about what you want others to do when you are being pursued, and then do the same when you pursue others."
The young lady was indignant. "You know what? I feel like my problem is that I don't have a way to get started. He doesn't want to tell me anything, and I don't know what I can do. He won't contact me actively, but he will reply to my messages. But when I want to get to know him, he won't reply. The same is true when we meet. He tactfully told me that he's not used to chatting every day."
"fraud!"
"Yes, liar!"
The young lady asked again: "I read your article, and I really can't say it. I have always been the passive party, but it doesn't matter. For him, I can change. Sister, I really envy you. Really, if I could be like you from the beginning, it would be great."
Not necessarily.
"My case is not advisable. My method is only suitable for making yourself happy, not for helping you to pursue someone."
The young lady sighed, "My friend told me to try my brother's happiness. After experiencing his happiness, I won't miss him anymore. But I really tried, and it doesn't work. My brother can't impress me. Even if he is very handsome, I can only admire his face, but I don't have that kind of feeling. Do you understand that feeling?"
I understood. "When I see him, I want to throw myself into his arms, cling to him, and feel close to him. His face makes you feel fond of him, and his age and experience give you a sense of security, or perhaps a fatherly feeling. The combination of the two creates a charm that a younger brother cannot bring."
"Sister, you understand me! You're really good at expressing yourself."
I:"……"
"Sister, I'm in so much pain, I have no desire to live. Is this what it feels like to be heartbroken? I've never experienced this before."
I don't mean to pour cold water on you, it's really -
"It's not the feeling of being heartbroken, because you've never even been in love."
"Sister, why hasn't he replied to my message yet? Should I just give up?" The young lady's state is very similar to my original self.
I opened the chat box with another military advisor, turned to the record in September, copied it, then opened the young lady's WeChat chat box and pasted it.
"You can wait. Maybe he's asleep today and his phone is out of battery. Or maybe he's going on a long trip today and turned off his phone on the plane."
After thinking about it, I added, "When I sent messages to that boy before, I always sent them at 11 o'clock tonight, and he replied at 11 o'clock tomorrow night. Does that comfort you?"
【Young lady holding her forehead.jpg】
“Not at all.”
I sighed, "Life is like a journey, you and I are just passing through. Think positively, or should I show you a new handsome guy?"
After the two pictures were posted, I asked with a smile, "Do they look good? I have his WeChat and can recommend them to you."
Little sister: "It looks good, who is this?"
Me: "The number 7 that everyone keeps asking about in the chat."
Miss: "So handsome?"
Me: “Yeah.”
Young lady: "Why don't you go up yourself?"
Me: "He's withdrawn. He overslept that day and stood me up all day. He wanted to come over that night, but I turned him down. But he misunderstood me, and I didn't explain, so we just lost contact."
The young lady was puzzled, "Why don't you explain?"
Me: "I was struck by his looks when I first met him, but I didn't feel that way later. Maybe he himself felt it wasn't suitable, after all, I'm much older than him. It's just like that in society, if a boy is older than a girl, it's fine, but if a girl is much older than a boy, she'll always be gossiped about."
The young lady was in agony. "He still doesn't reply to me. You know, including you, the one who gave me advice, there are eight of us in total, and now they are all speechless about this man. It's like the kind of person who knows this man is not good, but can't resist my attraction to him. I know he doesn't like me, but I just can't get over it. I can only watch myself burn out and torture myself."
I sighed, "I understand how you feel. I won't tell you to let go. It's not like I can persuade you to let go, because you'll feel pain and reluctance. In ideological and political education, there's a term called 'student desensitization therapy.' It means the more you like something, the more you keep doing it. When you become disgusted with it, you won't want to do it anymore. Then you can calm down. You may still miss it a little, but you won't feel sad when you let go."
"What's the principle behind this?" the young lady asked.
"Keep challenging yourself, try to break all the bottom lines you can, and try to fail in various ways. The more you fail, the less you will care about it." By the end of the conversation, I felt a little depressed myself.
I logged out of WeChat with the young lady. Eight days later, I reopened someone's WeChat and found that he had changed his profile picture.
Oh, that avatar is ugly.
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