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    "After the defense, I'll go and drink with you, okay?"

    "Did you finish your defense, or did I finish it?"

    "See if you have finished your defense by then." "That's before I go to Beijing."

    "Ha ha."

    "Drink beer, never get drunk!"

    "How are you?"

    "Have you found a job yet?"

    "No."

    "Should we go first? Then look for it later?" "Yes!"

    "Go to you for a drink first, and then go to find a job."

    "But are you coming to Shenzhen to look for me?"

    "If you're there."

    "It feels like I'm just pouring it in one cup!"

    "No, no, no matter how much, you must be drunk," "I drank it with the mentality of being completely drunk and unconscious, and you should be like this."

    Squatting in the toilet and playing with his mobile phone, g gave up typing and made a direct QQ call.  After hesitating for half a minute, he still connected, and only said a few words: "I'm going to the bathroom, wait for me for two minutes."

    After coming out of the toilet, they chatted.

    "I feel that there seems to be no topic to chat with them. We can always think of many topics, so we can talk like this." G said.

    "Do we need something to talk about?"

    "I just say what I think of, and I feel that no matter what I think of, I can send you a message."

    "So, there is no need for a topic!"

    One and a half hours passed, and there were countless opportunities, but I still didn't have the courage to speak out the decision in my heart.

    "Do you know why I went to drink with you?" "In the days to come, the journey will be long and difficult. And I will eventually change. In the process of changing, I will eventually encounter a lot of bitterness and helplessness.  I will be full of complaints. But I don¡¯t want to complain about life to you at such a time. Only by swallowing all the bitterness in my stomach can I stand up straight and face the cruel reality with cold eyes. Only in this way can I transform.¡± ¡°I  I want to agree with you that within three years, I will not contact or see each other again. After three years, I will quit my job and come back to you again without getting drunk, telling each other's situation, and then looking for a quiet seaside, doing nothing  Spend a month." "Actually, this is a grand farewell to you, to your school days, to your youth." You were thinking in your heart, but you never said it out loud.  When chatting, it sounds like G is very happy, and you are a little worried that she will be sad after hearing such words.

    When I was in high school, I acted my own way. Since then, my friend has become a passerby. Maybe there will be no chance to meet again in the future.  Even if people are different, things themselves are fundamentally different; even if friendship is not like love, and there is no curse from a different place, who knows whether the agreed reunion after many years will still be the same as it is today?  If even this friendship is lost, what is left in life?  Would such a sacrifice have equaled the value of all that is possessed?

    Since parting with qf and the others, I have been overly sensitive to "missing due to negligence", as if everything would pass by due to some small negligence.  It needs to be endured constantly, but what is lost, even if it is endured, it still cannot change the fact of loss.

    Zeng said that so much was sacrificed just to fulfill an imaginary picture.

    However, now I don't want to lose a person who may be the only one in my life who can be called a confidant for a dramatic imaginary scene.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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