Chapter 6 — Farewell Message Deleted

"When choosing a gift, I deliberately chose all the things you didn't like. The earrings were too exaggerated, the scarf color dulled the skin, the bag style was outdated... I did that on purpose. I wanted him to give me things I didn't like, then I would get angry, he would be disappointed, the two of us would break up." want him crazy.” She stopped. Finally, another piece of text appeared: "I like him. I did all of this just because I wanted to take him away from you. But now every day he sits in a daze. The more he's like that, the more I hate you. Why can't I have him?" I looked at the screen, typed a few words: "Are you done?" She answered very quickly: "Just blame me, I accept." "I don't blame you." I slowly replied: "You just sped up." Something will happen sooner or later. He doesn't respond to messages, forgets my birthday, is with someone else but not with me... Those things are not something you forced him to do. Whether you push him or not, the result is the same. "An Du was silent for a long time. Finally sent a sentence: "Sorry." I didn't answer anymore. Just as I was about to put the phone aside, the screen lit up again. Giang Tri's name appeared, accompanied by a long voice message. I pressed open. His voice carried a smile: "Sister, are you free tomorrow? I discovered a barbecue restaurant, I heard it has a Northeast flavor. The sauce is so fragrant that you can even eat the soles of your shoes. Will you try eating with me?" The voice message hadn't finished playing yet, the next message was sent: "And more, and more. My friend got a ticket to play at the go-kart racetrack. Tomorrow afternoon we'll go drifting! Last time you didn't say that every time you're in a bad mood, you want to get some fresh air." Why? The wind in the go-kart is definitely strong enough, I'm sure you'll forget everything after blowing it." I couldn't help but curl the corners of my lips. This person's way of "comforting" has never followed the usual path. Another person said: "Don't be sad anymore." He said again: "Are you done being sad? When you're done, I'll take you out to eat delicious food." Another person said: "Think a little more clearly." He said again: "If you can't think clearly, then don't think anymore. I'll take you for a drive a few times." He didn't lecture you on morality, just put joy directly into your hands. Whether you accept it or not is your business. I leaned back in my chair, remembering the last time I couldn't write my thesis so I broke down and complained to him. He didn't say "try hard", nor did he say "try a little harder", just sent a photo of the burned egg and said: "Look, I still fried the egg like this, are you proud? In life, you can still eat it if it burns a little." At that time I laughed so much that I forgot I was crying. When I'm with Tham Chu, I'm always the one talking. I shared, I confided, I waited for the echo, then only received a period of silence. But when I'm with Giang Tri, I don't even need to say the sentence "I'm in a bad mood". From just half a sentence, he was able to understand the rest, then happily ran back, gave me a cup of hot milk tea, and told me a bland joke. I pressed the recording button: "What time do we eat? Not too early, I can't wake up." He answered immediately: "Eleven o'clock. Perfectly located right between breakfast and lunch, we're both okay." I smiled again, typing: "Okay. But when playing go-karts in the afternoon, you can't stab me." He answered so quickly that he almost didn't need to think: "No, stabbing you is my source of joy. But don't be afraid, after stabbing, I'll help you up. Dan You truly dare to stab and endure.” I turned off the screen, the corner of my mouth still curled up. The sky outside the window is gloomy, but

The suffocating feeling clinging to my skin had disappeared for some time. Tomorrow go have a barbecue, go go-karting, go get some fresh air. Someone puts heaviness on you. But there are also people who will find ways to turn it into laughter, letting it disappear in the wind.