Some words are only suitable for strangers.

The day after I met Vigo, I talked to her until two in the morning. If there are no activities scheduled for the next day, maybe I will dedicate my first long talk all night to this girl I don't know.

Viagra is actually not a "brother", but is called a brother because of its neutral dress and generous personality. When I met her, I had learned to call my brother. I just thought that this girl who looks capable and atmospheric must be difficult to approach, so I giggled obediently.

When the hotel was split up, Ge Wei and I shared a room. Our true colors were revealed that night. Obviously, neither she nor I are the kind of quiet and gentle girls. In her words, we all have the possibility of madness.

That night, we talked in a few words. I found that she was not serious at all, and I didn't have any bad feelings towards her before. She sang happily, but I laughed at her mercilessly for being out of tune. Instead of being angry, she invited me to sing with her. The purpose is just to see who is better, me or her. I have never sung a song in front of people, but I actually finished singing a song that day. The final result is that Vigo is a little better than me, and I encourage her to play another song.

Viagra told me that when she went to KTV, she only yelled in front of people she knew. I am not her acquaintance, but she sings hoarse in front of me. She doesn't sing well, but she I believe her singing that night must be based on happiness, and I didn't become the outsider who stopped her from releasing herself.

When I visited the scenic spots the next day, I sold my lovely clothes to my mobile phone and took their ugly photos. She put the breakfast buffet eggs in her bag and took them out for me at lunch. I just stuffed an egg, because I'm full, maybe because she said I brought it for you specially. Have a hard trip!

It was the second day we met, and I was moved by her thoughtfulness. She and I don't know each other very well. The only thing in common is making fun of others.

I asked her: Do you think I am introverted?

She replied: No! You are outgoing, like a crazy woman. I thought you were cold when you got up, but you were very hot.

I have met many people, and they all say that I am an introvert and describe me as a quiet girl. I don't want to admit that I am an introvert at all. It's not that introversion is not good, but it seems to be inconsistent with the self who laughs until his stomach cramps easily.

I don't know why I became friends with Vigo so quickly, and it is the kind of friend I like very much. I must have met a girl like Vigo in my last life. I am not crazy about my roommate, my best friend, or my female friend who I have known for many years.

The answer to this question was finally revealed in the evening, and Ge Wei was surprised to learn that I was a sophomore. Because she always thought that I was on the same level as her, I don't know whether I am old or my mind is old, which caused her such misunderstanding. However, the advantage of doing so is that she is not treated as a mistress or put on airs. We get along equally and sincerely, and I like this generous girl.

It was past eleven when I came back from dinner that night. I was going to go to bed as soon as I finished washing, but after looking for a change of clothes, I sat by the bed for several hours.

Our topic begins with my education as my brother's sister. She thinks I interfere with my brother too much and ask too much. I argued with her and refused to give way. I may disagree with her, but the feeling of getting it off your chest has really passed for a long time. She patiently gave me examples and tried to correct me. But God knows, I shouldn't have listened at all, but I listened carefully and patiently.

Two young people in their twenties were red-faced in the middle of the night for a paternalistic question. Maybe only friends who really know each other are willing to do this. In a normal friendship, there may be no need for spiritual comity or language alienation at all.

On the third night, we naturally talked about life and ideals. She said she wanted to be an actress, but she was afraid to tell anyone because she was afraid of being laughed at. I said my ideal is to be a writer, and I said my persistence in this year. She asked me for my pen name, but I didn't tell her. Instead of pestering me, she encouraged me to stick to it and sincerely admired my persistence this year. Although she is poor, she doesn't even have a chance to try and persist. She also wants to be a drifter, but she is always responsible to her parents.

She and I are actually ordinary girls with their own ideals in ordinary families. Everyone has a doomed family burden on his shoulders, and with the growth of age, this burden will become heavier and heavier. It is so heavy that we forget our ideals, and even we have to be careful when hiding them.

I don't know if Vigo will choose to insist one day, but at least I should be glad of my persistence. There may be no trace of success, but just this sustenance has given me an unexpected satisfaction in my ordinary life.

On the fourth night, we talked about our family. She has a brother who died of poverty, and I have secrets that I will never tell until I die. That night, I saw the tomboy who had been careless and even cried his eyes red. Deep down, she is actually a fragile daughter heart. It's just that she and I are good at hiding. I pretended to be rational and strong, and she was deliberately optimistic and generous.

For me, knowing Vigo was an unexpected surprise. I like chatting with people, simple and serious. I don't want life to be all trivial, and I don't want too many vulgar jokes without nutrition. Sadly, I don't have any friends who can talk about philosophy of life from poems and songs, because I don't love philosophy, and few of my friends love literature.

Every time I open all kinds of chat software, I will habitually open them one by one to see if there is any news. In addition to the group news of 99+, I actually didn't pay attention to it myself. I was wondering whether I should contact others actively, but I gave up decisively at the thought of trying to find a topic.

I am also addicted to chatting, and I have talked a lot with other strangers in the virtual network world because I am not worried about each other's leaks. At that time, I always felt that time passed quickly, but later, those people became one of many friends who had no contact. Because we don't know each other's names and don't comment, there may be no need to find out and say hello.

After I went to college, my contacts in my phone book and qq friends soared, but only I knew that my interpersonal circle didn't expand at all. Instead, I miss my old friends in high school more. Even roommates who live together day and night are not people who can speak their minds.

Many times, I will expect a new friend to appear. I am not afraid of strangeness at all, because I know that every familiarity will lead to strangeness. But sometimes, even if you try your best to make a friend, with the deepening of understanding, you will find that you can't be ideal bosom friends! At first, we may still be disappointed, but with more experience, we naturally understand that bosom friends are hard to find. Not everyone wants to talk to you as an equal, and not everyone is interested in listening to your heart.

I once saw a sentence: "We are used to telling the truth to strangers and telling lies to familiar people." Come to think of it, is that who you are? I write these words to countless strangers, but I will never tell my feelings and experiences to a friend around me. I'm just afraid that my words will disgust them, and I'm afraid of their cold silence. But for you who are reading the article, I am not afraid at all.

Sometimes, I really want to talk to an acquaintance. I can turn over a page of the address book, but I can't find anyone. More often, I don't want to bother anymore. I wrote pages of thoughts to strangers and watched them leave handwriting in the comment column. Even a simple smiley face expression is warm enough.

In our life, we will meet many people. This is especially true with the growth of age, but it is an indisputable fact that the more you grow up, the more lonely you are. The friendship of youth may be the friendship between a few glass marbles and a few packets of spicy strips. When we grow up, we should learn to weigh the pros and cons and be careful in this complex interpersonal network. So in the later relationship, there were too many interests and too many calculations. At this time, our loneliness will be even stronger. Because the younger ones have lost contact, and the later ones are not satisfactory.

I often think, if one day I am so sad, will it be mental illness to pull a stranger to cry? But I know that if one day, I meet a strange cry baby, I will be his audience sincerely. Because I believe all his truth, all his sadness.

On the way back, Vigo sat next to me and watched the current hit drama. She stuffed her headphones and I fell asleep. We didn't communicate much along the way. When the station broke up, she called me to visit her school next time. I smiled and said that I would definitely go, but I thought maybe I wouldn't go at all.

In fact, I have been to Vigo's school myself, and the reason for going again is probably that I want to see Vigo again. But I know in my heart that even if I laugh and talk with her until midnight, we can't be friends. She will catch up with every hit drama at present, but I won't; She will go to bed without taking a shower, but I don't usually; She will play an active role as a small leader in a group, but I won't ..... We had a moment of empathy, and we have some similarities. But after all, we are still different, from personality to value pursuit. She envies my persistence in my ideal of writing, but I don't believe her contribution to my dream of becoming an actress.

I remember taking it with me when I left Beijing. Ge Wei said: After you return to Wuhan, you can talk to me if you have anything on your mind. The diploma smiled and said: Yes, yes!

Do you think I'll talk to her again?

I know in my heart that probably not.

Because some words are only suitable for strangers