Miss Story (II)

Miss Story can't remember the last time she saw Mr. Reader in the message section, she's also been particularly busy these days, and hadn't updated for a long time before she logged in this time. "Alas, who let me update so slowly, even the most patient readers can not wait." Miss Story looked at her already a small number of followers on her homepage and slipped again, so she was a bit vain and hurriedly posted the newly written short story. I didn't expect to receive a reply from the reader soon: "Very well written." The affirmative story lady was very surprised, immediately replied to each other: "Thank you, you can also take it to tell your girlfriend." This time, Mr. Reader's reply was much slower and was sent separately to Ms. Story by private message. He said he appreciated the story Miss Story had written before, but unfortunately, he had broken up with his girlfriend not long ago, so he wouldn't record the audio of the story again either. Miss Story didn't even know how to respond for a while, and only after a while did she cautiously ask, "Why?" It was clear that she didn't believe that a boyfriend who was willing to take the trouble to tell his girlfriend bedtime stories every day would easily give up on the relationship. After another moment, the other party replied with three simple words, "It's too far away." Miss Story sighed and asked no more questions, nor could she say anything comforting. Although she does not know any details about the relationship being discontinued, but she is aware of how much the heavy weight of life, many times will press people to put down something precious in their hearts. This pain is only understood by the people involved, and she, as a distant bystander, would seem too pale to say anything of comfort. The next night, after working late, Ms. Story stayed up late to write a story of lost love in the days of living alone, gradually out of the pain and regained happiness, and very much hope that the reader Mr. can see. Luckily, he really did see it. Miss Story doesn't know how he felt when he saw the story, but she thinks it wasn't in vain, because the other party left a message saying that he had released a lot of things after reading the story. "Bye, Miss Story." The last message from Mr. Reader reads. "I will move on, and I may not come later, but I will not forget all those stories you wrote." Goodbye, and good luck living on your own. Miss Story read silently to the screen. Every one of us. *** Then again, Miss Story did not update for a long time, it is not her fault, life is too tiring and too busy, job-hopping, overtime, further training, sickness, looking for a house to move to, every thing is not easy, from time to time pressed her to breathe. She can write a successful story on the Internet, but in reality, she is just an ordinary person who is difficult to do everything, will be difficult, and beaten by the various trivialities of life. Sometimes she can only hide on the rooftop of her apartment or in the toilet cubicle of her office when she can't take it anymore and doesn't want to worry her parents and friends. Once was sad, the phone beep suddenly rang, it was Miss Story long abandoned story column in a message from a reader, asking her why she has not updated recently, would like to continue to read the sweet little story she wrote. "Sorry, I can't write any sweet stories now." Miss Story held her phone and helplessly wiped her reddened eyes, "The person who would write sweet stories can't be sweet herself now." In fact, in those gray days, the story can not write a sweet story, Miss, to de-stress themselves, will also go to find some sweet little stories to read, watching, suddenly began to understand the mood of those readers who left a message to thank themselves. Perhaps it is because life has too much to do, it needs some beautiful stories to heal the wounds. "Just reading the story will feel happy, if there are still people willing to take the trouble to read these stories to me ......" in the night without overtime, Ms. Story lying in her rented room, endlessly fantasizing, ". The feeling of someone caring and concerned must be great." Unfortunately, there is no such person in reality. And Miss Story can also distinguish between reality and dreams, every time after laughing, will consciously put down those marginal fantasies, fold back into the stumbling life, and habitually carry all the loneliness and worries, thin figure melted in the crowded streets of this busy city, seriously do a happy and sad ordinary people.