Chapter 18
Today is my first day of lying dead at home. Early in the morning, the neighborhood is particularly lively, but due to the excitement of yesterday, I have no interest at all today.
After waking up and washing up quickly, I lay back on the bed and opened the chat box of one of the think tanks.
As expected, he was my dearest pen pal. Not only was he the first one to send me a message, he also sent me the most messages. The core idea was to constantly question whether my decision to give up was really not due to disillusionment.
To be honest, I also have some doubts about myself.
So I wrapped myself in my little quilt on the bed and covered it with fondant. Two hours later, I stopped.
With my messy hair, I knocked carefully: "No, his voice is nice too."
After hesitating for a moment, I confessed honestly, "Last night, I was deeply moved. My mother forced me to attend a social gathering hosted by a matchmaking agency. I played games so hard that I became the most beautiful girl in the room. On my way back, I passively added a few young men on WeChat. But when I saw their messages this morning, I couldn't muster the energy to reply. So I neatly sent them all a greeting, but afterward, I felt a bit melancholy. What's wrong with me?"
The pen pal said, "I attribute this to the emptiness of your heart."
I didn't understand, but that didn't stop me from changing the subject. "Did you think he was strange yesterday?"
I didn't say who he was, but my pen pal understood me.
"You're on top of him right now."
I know she is talking about Mr. Shi, alas.
"I don't understand him at all now, and I don't know what to do now."
Penpal: "First question, he was suddenly very enthusiastic yesterday. Maybe it was just a spur of the moment thing. He thought you were very persistent. But then he ignored you because you were so frustrated yesterday. Maybe he felt that the difference between his two photos was too big, which disappointed you, so you didn't want to contact him anymore."
Seeing this, I immediately said stubbornly, "Didn't I send him a picture three hours later?"
"That photo of yours has a lot more meaning to it."
"for example?"
"For example, he could understand it as - Bro, I'm superficial. Your real photo is too different from my ideal. Forget it. Sorry to bother you."
"But forget it, sorry for bothering me. I won't message him again!"
The pen pal tapped on the phone across the line: "That's what I thought. After chatting with you for a while, I realized that you didn't mean it."
I sighed and wailed, "But his voice is also very nice. I'm not obsessed with his face, but I'm still obsessed with his voice!"
My pen pal sneered, "That picture is of a bowing stick figure. Bowing means apology. It could be said that I'm superficial and shouldn't judge people by appearance. Or it could be said that I'm superficial and I'm obsessed with looks."
Perhaps because I sounded too negative, my pen pal consoled me by saying, "It all depends on whether he gets back to you. Do you still want to continue?"
Do you still want to continue?
I also asked myself this question in my heart, and within three seconds, I had the answer: a little bit.
I asked my pen pal, "I don't know what my mentality is. If you ask me, I can only say 'a little bit'. It's not for anything else, but I just feel like I've been chasing her for so long, and it would be really hard to give up."
The pen pal said, “Then continue.”
I hesitated. "But I won't give up. My mentality hasn't changed just because I know he's not that handsome. I still feel like we're not a good match. Do you think I like him or dislike him?"
The pen pal's voice was firm: "First take care of the present, then talk about the future."
I understood what she meant. She wanted me to try to catch up with her first, just in case I caught her!
But I still hesitated and continued to ask: "Then tell me, do I like it or not?"
"like!"
"If you didn't like it, you wouldn't be so entangled!"
I sighed heavily, and my heart finally settled.
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