Last September, I met Fan in the school cafeteria and he was with his girlfriend. I got up to greet him with a smile on my face. I'm sure he saw me, but he turned a blind eye to me, he walked past me. I haven't greeted him since then, even if I saw him just by himself.
We used to be best friends. He will tell me his dad who spends time and drink, and I will tell him the sad things I least want to tell others. We shared the movies we watched, worked on physics problems together, and took the car home together on weekends. We used to quarrel shamelessly and drag each other to the QQ blacklist, but in the end we are still the same. Being good friends, we can still say something that cannot be said to each other. We all have some similar pasts, some experiences, so we understand.
He is the most "confidant" among the people I have known so far, but we have become strangers for such a ridiculous reason: his girlfriend thinks that we may not be just friends.
Yes, we may no longer be friends now. We are not just friends, we should add a very vulgar prefix: once.
Whether it’s the boys from No. 1 to No. 91 in Cai Kangyong’s works, or Peng Ling’s love affair that Peng Ling sang in his clear voice, or just the unnamed driver who took Dean on the road and took a ride...every When I see such stories and hear such songs, I can't help but feel sentimental. Those people and things that can be described with a word of "go", right or wrong, those fragments that will emerge as soon as they are mentioned, those can be called the past, called memories, and called past things.
In the life of each person, it is said that you have to know tens of thousands of people and remember thousands of them. In the end, only a few hundred of them were chosen, or even fewer, as friends. At the boundary between knowing and not knowing, there are always people coming in and out. Some people suddenly broke into your field in the middle of your red heart, but some people ran away without looking back.
Walter was lucky. He met someone who made him change, and he was in a better direction. The original Walter, pretending to be busy with nothing to do, didn't have the slightest interest in the same class he had taught for more than 20 years, and was not interested in making friends with others. In short, he was not living, just messing around.
But he met Tarek. So the story continues like this. Walter learns to play drums with Tarek. Tarek is arrested for illegally staying. He finds a lawyer to enlighten Tarek's mother, Mouna. Tarek was eventually sent to nowhere. Walter was in the subway alone, playing drums.
It was because of meeting Tarek that Walter reopened his heart and regained his passion for a serious life. He likes to play drums, this kind of instrument is very simple to look at, as long as you dare to strike, you can pronounce and bring out the rhythm of the instrument. He helped Tarek, a stranger, doing things he hadn't thought of in the past few decades.
Walter is really lucky. Because he met the mysterious guest in his life, a person who made him fall in love with life again, and a person who changed him.
Is there such a person in my life. What about your life.
Although very tacky, it is reality: the world always plays the same scene, missed, missed, and missed each other. Some people who have been with me in my life always leave quietly over time. An elementary school classmate with a head as big as a watermelon, the F4 version of the junior high school classmates, the young head teacher who was a headache when I led all the class committees on strike, and many more people whose names I have long forgotten, only faces or fragments ...And Fan already mentioned.
These people have come to my life. They may come to me, they may come to help me, they may teach me a lesson, they may live for a long time, or they may just come to play. But in any case, even if the present I have forgotten, or the future I will eventually forget, these people have always walked in and have more or less affected me and changed me in the past.
So what I dislike the most is the passers-by terms of who I am and who is the passer-by in my life.
Because in any case, these people are not just extras in my life, they are mysterious guests.
The same is true for Fan. Even if we can no longer be friends, we were once my mysterious guest, an irreplaceable character.
I will be sad, but only for a while. Because who knows what unexpected characters will be added to the play tomorrow.
I have always liked the lyrics of "Mysterious Guest":
Whom I am getting close to, who gradually leaves me to go to the
gorgeous performance, only your back,
friendship guest appearances but leave unforgettable memories of
whom I moved to next door who became me
My neighbors thank you for having you participate in my invitation in my life. The
song ends, but I write down the ending that will not end.
Maybe someday, even if I see fan with his girlfriend, I will suddenly pat him on the shoulder and tell him you. good.
On December 17, 2008, I will
read this review again today, and think of Fan again.
What I want to say seems to be almost done.
What I want to say the most, now there is only one sentence left, which was sung by Eason Chan:
"Qi Juqi is accepting that each has a way to go,
but no one likes you to make my tears flow."
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