A letter from a strange man

In that friendly match, the School of Architecture won the School of Engineering 41:20. After the game, the two sides hugged and bid farewell.

Zhang Hui was actually very happy, every cell in his body was boiling, his whole person was not as gentle and orderly as usual, his sweaty appearance was full of vitality.

The voices of the girls were all hoarse. After the game, many girls brought water and towels to Zhang Hui, but Zhang Hui didn't accept them, but just said "thank you" and walked through the crowd to a person.

Meng Lixun stood there with a towel and water in her arms, waiting for him to come to her with a smile, as if she had already guessed that he would come to her.

She handed the water and towel to Zhang Hui, Zhang Hui took it, unscrewed it and drank half of the bottle, then poured the remaining half bottle on his head, then wiped his face and hair with the towel indifferently , Zhang Hui like this is also handsome, a little more fireworks than the usual handsome.

"Zhang Shuai! I've been looking for you for a long time and you're here, let's go and have dinner together!" A boy from their team said, hooking his shoulder.

Zhang Hui said, "Okay, let's go."

When the boy left, he winked at them and added: "We are very tolerant and can bring families."

Zhang Hui smiled, and said to Meng Lixun, "Are you going?"

Meng Lixun shook her head, and said with a wider smile: "I'm not your family member, what should I do?"

"Then what if I say yes, are you going?"

Meng Lixun was stunned for a moment, then she looked closely into Zhang Hui's eyes and asked, "Did you confess to me just now?"

Zhang Hui nodded frankly, and asked with a smile: "Would you like to?"

Meng Li Xunxiao's eyes were red and tears were streaming down her face. She pretended to beat Xia Zhanghui's chest hard and said, "It's disgusting for you to ask questions knowingly."

Zhang Hui held her hand: "Let's go, let's eat, girlfriend."

During the whole meal, apart from discussing the exciting part of the ball game just now, everyone was joking about Zhang Hui and Meng Lixun. Both of them are open and unyielding people. , In addition to blessings, everyone is still blessings.

The only clear stream was Lin Xiyi, who pretended to be in pain, clutching his chest, with tears in his eyes, and stretched out his hand to Meng Lixun: "Ah, my goddess, just followed someone else, what do you think?" He's not as handsome as I am, and as cute as I am."

Zhang Hui patted his paw away: "Li Sao, you shouldn't be studying architecture."

Lin Xiyi: "?"

"You should transfer to the art academy to study acting."

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha" everyone at the table laughed.

When they returned to school, it was completely dark, and the road to the campus was quiet, and a group of people walking on the road to the campus was the noisiest existence in this quiet campus.

Some of the boys were very excited after drinking, and they sang songs with their tongues out as they walked:

"Kimigaski wants to open pita—"

Meng Lixun, a Japanese major, laughed out loud when she heard the tune and the lyrics.

He found that Zhang Hui beside him was also humming the melody softly, and then she sang along with her.

"君が好きだと叫びたい

yongki de step mi out so u

この热い想いを

受け死めてほしい”

"Okay." Zhang Hui suddenly said something without beginning or end, but Meng Lixun understood what he meant, and she asked him, "Can you understand Japanese?"

Zhang Hui looked into his eyes clearly: "I don't understand, but I know the meaning of the lyrics, and I also know what you mean."

Meng Lixun suddenly felt that the air was filled with the fragrance of roses, and the nightingale in her heart was singing a beautiful song.

Zhang Hui sent Meng Li back to her bedroom downstairs.

When the two said goodbye, Meng Lixun and Zhang Hui said: "This can't be a dream."

Zhang Hui flicked her smooth forehead lightly: "Fool, go upstairs quickly, Auntie is watching us."

Meng Lixun said cheerfully: "Hmph, I won't let my boyfriend talk to me!"

Zhang Hui said pamperingly: "Rang Rang, good night girlfriend."

After parting from Meng Lixun, his mood was still the novelty and joy of young people when they first fell in love. As for him, he always felt that he felt a little off, but he didn't know exactly what that feeling was.

When he passed by the lake, he heard the almost inaudible sobs of his life, as well as small cries.

It's so late, and it's still by the lake, no one wants to commit suicide, right?

Relying on his intuition, Zhang Hui discerned the direction of the sound and walked towards the source of the sound.

I saw a person curled up on the seat of the pavilion by the lake, with his head buried in his knees.

He tentatively asked softly, "Student, what's the matter?"

But still as if frightened him, he raised his head and stared at Zhang Hui.

Because his hair was a little long, and the ends of his hair curled up around his neck, his sobbing voice was small and thin. Zhang Hui didn't recognize whether it was a boy or a girl at first, but when he got closer, he realized it was a boy.

"Don't come here." His voice was a little hoarse, and there was no strength.

In the night, Zhang Hui couldn't see his face clearly, only his eyes glowing with water under the moonlight, full of sadness.

Zhang Hui took a few steps back, keeping a distance that would not be embarrassing.

"Did something happen?" After a while, Zhang Hui asked tentatively.

The boy crying under the moonlight was silent for a while, his voice trembling and hoarse.

"People like you don't understand."

Zhang Hui raised his eyebrows, but the light by the lake was too dim to see, just like he couldn't see the boy's face covered with tears.

He simply found it funny, and he asked him, "What kind of person am I?"

There was more grievance in the boy's voice: "The person who is favored by fate."

Zhang Hui was even more amused. It turned out that he looked like this in the eyes of others. He smiled and said: "What fate favors, who is not an ordinary person."

Then he remembered something and opened his mouth again: "You know me?"

"I don't know." The tone was obviously lying, but Zhang Hui didn't bother with his answer, he was thinking about what kind of concept it is to be favored by fate.

He tried to find the answer, and while thinking, he tentatively comforted the sad man who met by chance: "No one is favored by fate, little brother."

"Everyone has sufferings that everyone doesn't tell others. Don't envy others. If you envy others, there are still people who envy you."

The boy retorted him: "No one will envy me."

Although he was someone he didn't know, Zhang Hui didn't agree with his words: "There must be, it's just that you don't know."

Zhang Hui's pleasant voice and deep laughter seemed incomparably healing and warm in this dark night, and it was also the first time Zhang Hui said such unusual and philosophical words.

Maybe the sun will rise tomorrow, and he won't recognize him when he walks on the campus, but he is willing to give warmth to a desperate person within his ability.

It may be because of the night, he couldn't see the other person's face clearly, the night gave them the most primitive protective layer, Zhang Hui also thought about many troubles that he had never mentioned in front of outsiders in order to comfort him.

Sometimes to comfort a person who needs comfort, words such as "don't cry" and "come on" may be far less useful than "I am as miserable as you" or "I am more miserable than you".

Zhang Hui sat on the leaning chair opposite him, and had a long talk like an old friend who had known each other for many years: "Actually, I feel that I may be living a bit hypocritical."

"Huh?" His sobbing became softer and clearer, obviously his sadness was taken away.

"Yes, I'm serious, I always feel that I'm going to avoid some of my own despicable side." Zhang Hui told him quietly, as if sharing a secret.

After telling what he had kept in his heart all along, Zhang Hui's mood suddenly became very cheerful, as expected, it was more comfortable to be honest than holding it.

The boy said: "Liar." Then he stopped talking, as if he was thinking about Zhang Hui's words very seriously.

"Okay, let's not talk about me, what about you, what's the matter?"

Suddenly the air became quiet, and the sound of cicadas could be heard, as well as the rustling of the leaves blown by the wind.

The boy was so silent that he seemed to disappear, but Zhang Hui knew that he was struggling with himself, he needed time to be honest, he seemed to be a depressed person.

Zhang Hui waited patiently. The night was long, and he had no mood to sleep anyway.

After an unknown period of time, the boy seemed to muster up his courage and said, "I don't know what to live like."

Ah, so it was like this, Zhang recalled.

But who can be so lucky to live the life he wants completely.

Desire is immortal, life is endless.

"It's good to work hard towards what you want, but you have to do what you can."

This question seems simple and complicated, but Zhang Hui's experience at the time is the best answer he can give.

The boy fell into silence again, and the air was as quiet as if he had fallen asleep.

……

After returning to the dormitory, washing and lying on the bed, he still felt a little unbelievable tonight.

He has a girlfriend, and maybe some changes to his original life plans.

He talked a lot about chicken soup, which he was not good at, and it might really be useful to a strange boy.

When he left, the boy stopped crying and said to him, "Thank you."

Zhang Hui smiled and waved his hands, then left and said, "I wish you happy every day in the future."

He didn't know what tomorrow would be like, but he was looking forward to it.

His life is destined to change, and he may meet that boy again, although he doesn't know his name or appearance.

But, that doesn't matter, you'll always know, won't you?

Where in life do not meet.

Hope to see you all better.

Zhang Hui thought this way and fell asleep.

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Is anyone watching (crying) In fact, Xiaoshou has always been there, did you find out (?????????)