He didn't return your message but sent it to a circle of friends because he didn't want to talk to you.

Lying in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. The mobile phone is turned on and off, and it is logged on WeChat again and again. Looking at the message board, I never heard from Ye Jie again, and my heart was suddenly thrown down. I don't know how many times I have been staring at the mobile phone and staring at WeChat, watching the time pass by, and the day passed quietly, but I didn't wait for any reply after all.

Until the next day, I saw the familiar avatar displayed in my circle of friends. When I clicked enter, I saw that Ye Jie released two daily updates, but there was no red dot in my message.

I finally understand that he really doesn't want to talk to me, and the message I sent him has long been ignored.

Ye Jie is the president of the school photography association. I have had a crush on him for almost a year. He is a famous god in the school. He can not only take pictures, but also write well. His travels are often published in provincial newspapers, and his photos are widely circulated among his classmates.

I am surprised that he leads an alternative but exciting life. Although he is in the same school, he still uses his spare time to hike. He is only a junior, but he has traveled through countless places in China alone, from Beijing to Tibet, wandering alone, taking photos with countless strangers, and has a deep pursuit of freedom.

In him, I saw another self I always wanted to be. Although I have a strong yearning for the distance, I can't live as chic as him. A person, a bag and a camera can travel around the world and see the beauty of the world.

All this made me deeply fascinated by him. I envy him for swimming around the world like a warrior, and I envy him for writing so many touching and warm stories after seeing the world, which makes people feel unconsciously cured and believe in all the beauty of this world.

Not only do I have a crush on him, but I'm also an out-and-out supporter. As long as his articles on social platforms are updated, I will grab comments on the sofa and give them favorable comments willingly, although I will only get a polite "thank you" in most cases.

But I think the great god may be the one born with aura and pride in his bones. Maybe people, like them, are born with high cold.

Susie is my roommate. One day she couldn't stand it, and she advised me on the way:

"Xiao Xia, since you like Ye Jie senior so much, you can add him to WeChat and Doby him. Maybe accidentally, the great god is yours. "

"Susie, don't talk nonsense. I just appreciate his attitude towards life. I ... I don't like him. " I argued anxiously, as if my mind had been seen through and I didn't want to admit it.

"Appreciating a person is the beginning of liking. Moreover, it is not easy to meet someone you can like and appreciate now, otherwise we will not be single until now. " Sue Sue forced me to try.

"Let me think about it. I'm a little scared, especially when the other person is not only a boy, but also a great god who feels too far away from me. Communicating with him is not a simple matter. "

"Don't be so reserved, don't think too complicated. The great god is also a human being. Although he is excellent, you are not bad. You must fight for what you like. Don't be afraid to talk because you are a girl. "

I thought a lot on the way back. Susie has a point. I may have been stuck in the concept of "I need to be reserved if I am a girl", so I can only turn around and look up at him. After a long struggle, I advised myself:

Then try it and see if you can get familiar with it before you confess.

I noticed that fans added his WeChat, looked at his head, and thought about thousands of greetings, but finally decided to calm down and use the simplest sentence:

"Hello, senior. My name is Xiao Xia. I hope it's not too presumptuous I like your work very much. "

After about ten minutes, he replied, "Nothing."

Such a short reply made me a little dumbfounded. I feel that the other person is a little inaccessible and I can't find a new topic. So I wrote, deleted and wrote in the message bar of my mobile phone, but I never sent it.

Then he sent me a message:

"I opened a sharing class online. Can you help me turn to a circle of friends? "

Seeing that he sent me so many words, I was ecstatic and agreed quickly, but never again.

I continued to ask him: Are you busy now? Can we talk?

Several hours passed and there was still no response. I think he may be busy. Wait a minute.

I suddenly got a call from the magazine on the way. I was told that the manuscript needed to be rewritten, and my mood instantly fell to the bottom. Not long after the last rejection. This time, it took another day to revise the work, but it was once again met with a cold reception, and tears fell instantly.

Maybe it's because I received the manuscript too smoothly before, but this time I was rejected twice in a row, which once made me want to vomit, began to doubt my life, cried in despair under the quilt, and even questioned whether I was suitable for this road.

I can't calm down for a while, and the more I think about it, the more I can't breathe. So I continued to send WeChat to Ye Jie. As a great god, I think he should have experience in this field. In the worst case, he may get a few words of warm-hearted comfort to narrow the distance.

I continued to ask: Senior, have you ever been rejected by a newspaper before?

Finally, I waited for a reply, and I received only two words except the previous message: no.

The more I find it difficult to contact the other party, but I still keep sending it to him with sporadic hope: Senior, my manuscript has been rejected several times, and now I am so desperate that I am rejected and retreat to doubt my life. ...

After that, I sent him some news one after another, telling my own mental journey.

I always feel that I will get some strength from him, even if it is only a little comfort, it is enough to make my blood boil and resurrect.

But unexpectedly, I waited all day with anxiety and expectation. Not only did he not wait for a simple "refueling" comfort, but he didn't even receive a "two-word" response this time, but he saw the daily update of his circle of friends the next day.

I always believe that people will be sincere when they get along with each other. Even through the screen, when a person asks you for help properly, although I'm not sure whether I can give you just the right help, it should be easy to comfort you.

Even if he says so much, show his frustration one by one and trust him 100%, even if he gets a sentence, "Well, it doesn't matter, you continue to cheer." I will feel very comforted, after all, it is the person I have liked for so long, and his words are enough to support all my confidence.

As a result, the message bar is always white at the end of the day. I don't know what kind of mood he felt when he read my message, and I don't know if he didn't want to talk to me before, so he only used two words, but I know very well that his indifference made me feel dead again after being rejected.

But he doesn't know that visiting his homepage and looking at the photos he sent this year have long been a habit I can't quit in my life, and even the idea of writing has rekindled because of him.

His indifference is undoubtedly the last straw to destroy me, which makes me afraid to approach again.

As before, he will still take photos and write travel notes, and live freely in the distance, but the conversation between us ended that day, and I dare not send messages anymore, even if I say, "Senior, you are great."

I am afraid that my sincerity will be ignored and thrown to the ground for no reason. I am afraid that I have told too many lies to myself and waited for a response, only to find that I am waiting for unspeakable sadness and disappointment.

I am afraid to find a beautiful excuse for others' unwillingness in unpredictable waiting, and then try to convince myself to swallow it …

I suddenly remembered that my father called me two days ago and told my mother that I stayed at home alone for a few days because I didn't reply to her WeChat greetings. In an instant, I suddenly understood my mother's feelings.

Even if we all have moments in life when we have to be busy and can't reply to each other at the first time, don't ignore the news without scruple.

Even strangers or strangers should maintain basic goodwill on the premise of maintaining respect.

After all, indifference is the most hurtful weapon in the world. Sharp than the blade, it can kill people instantly. Once a wound is formed, it rarely heals.