To the dear Huawan Evening Girl

Huawanye is getting married.

This is our first contact after three years.

Looking at the once familiar dialog box, I thought a lot of words, also typed a lot of words, but finally deleted them one by one.

"You must be happy." This is more real. Once again, I clicked on the photo of the girl holding a bouquet of flowers and wearing a white wedding dress, looking at the camera and smiling brightly.

I think, you must be very happy.

Looking at the photo, I can't help but think of the old days, those ordinary, but like the bright star-like days.

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The first day of school, our relationship changed because of cockroaches and mosquitoes.

That night, I got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, and when I got out of bed, I was shocked by the appearance of Hua Wanwei.

I saw her sitting against the wall holding the blanket, with two eyes looking around, especially the long hair was very scary.

"There are mosquitoes and cockroaches." She looked at me with an aggrieved face.

After I finished squatting in the toilet for half an hour, she was still sitting there.

"You'd better go to bed early." Out of the friendship of my classmates, I kindly reminded.

"Um, okay." Her slightly tremulous reply made me feel quite bad. She's not crying, is she? God, should I do something about it?

A few moments later.

"Why don't you come up and sleep with me tonight, I have a mosquito net."

"Yes!"

I didn't expect her to agree so quickly, I thought I would push back a bit.

"That ......"

"What?"

"I'm timid, I'm scared, can I sleep inside?"

Looking at her pious little eyes, I agreed.

It was from this night onwards that my relationship with Hua Wan Evening took a qualitative leap.

Later developments became, I brought my mosquito nets often live in the bunk Hua Wan night.

In that crib, we ate take-out together, made up homework together, and boasted about the future together.

The days passed happily, until, we went to university.

The university and I are not in the same city, but the distance of a thousand miles did not stop our revolutionary friendship.

We will boil telephone porridge every day, no less often than the young couple who just fell in love. The new housemates at first thought I was in love, and after I explained things were getting darker and darker.

Yes, they thought I was a little lily for a while.

The change happened in the second half of freshman year, after half a year of living together, I have been able to mingle with the students around, plus the club's activities are more and more busy, I also become more and more busy.

The difference is that Wan Wan is never an introvert and slow to warm up. Every time I called, there was a lot of noise from everyone on my side, while on her side, it was always quiet.

"Your side is so lively."

"What the hell, you don't even know what they viciously think of us as."

"Is that so? Hahahahaha."

In fact, at that time, I could vaguely feel that something was shifting between us, but the busy schedule between clubs and studies left me no time to delve into these issues.

One day after returning to the dorm room at nine o'clock and opening my phone, I realized that Wan Wan late at seven o'clock sent me a text message.

"Give me a call when you're free today."

"Okay."

I just finished replying and was ready to call when my roommate came over, her computer was malfunctioning somewhere and asked me to help look at it. I put the phone down and thought I would call after I finished, but I didn't expect to be busy and I forgot about it.

It was only when I clicked on the dialog box to send her good morning the next morning that I suddenly remembered the incident.

"I waited for you all night yesterday."

"I'm sorry, I was going to call you yesterday, but my roommate asked me to help her on the spot, so I forgot about it."

This explanation was typed on the dialog box, but I deleted it again.

"I'm sorry, I forgot yesterday."

Click, send.

I don't want to explain too much, I always feel like I'm justifying something more like that.

She didn't reply to the message again, and neither did I.

In the evening, I saw that she had left me a long, long message with a lot of accusations that I didn't care enough about her, didn't care enough about her.

I was so sad and upset that I didn't send her a message for a few days.

A few days later, my anger was gone, and I began to feel some vague regret, I think she should be the same as me.

I clicked on the dialog box to send her something and found that she had deleted me.

Well, that put me off trying to find her again.

In high school, Wan Wan and I had discussed together, if one day we broke up will be because of what reason, at that time our answer is the emergence of fictional two women and a male dog blood love story, or each other did the heaven and earth, the unpardonable sin bad things.

However, the end of the story, there is no mistress, no bad deeds. Just those trivial little things connected, and then the dazzling things, perhaps all will fall into the dust.

After that we had no contact, and later heard from a former classmate that she had left the country. It was then that I learned that she had fallen out of love with someone she had liked in high school.

I was not there for her when I should have been comforting her the most.

For three years, we were out of touch.

Later, when I mentioned this, I said I actually regretted it, and she said she actually regretted it too. But we are both proud at heart and not willing to bow down.

Between us, there was a gap of three years.

My hand trembled a little and I dialed a familiar number.

"Wan Wan night, can I still have the honor to be your bridesmaid?"

"What was set long ago, do you still want to cheat?"