That afternoon, the monitor sent a message in the group, saying: We are going to say goodbye tonight, and everyone should try to go to the same place, each paying 100 yuan.
Then I don't know who changed the name of the WeChat group: goodbye, never see again.
I refused a farewell dinner because I was poor and had no money. I quit the WeChat group because I won't see it again anyway. I want to go out peacefully, as if they had never seen each other again.
Some people say that I am heartless, classmates and friends fight, and I don't even eat.
I told him: I'm breaking up. Is it necessary to eat?
That night, I sat alone in the familiar playground and got drunk.
At eleven o'clock in the evening, I dragged my dizzy body back to the dormitory and just lay down. They came back from dinner. One of my classmates took my hand and kept saying some sad words. I may never see him again. Call him if you have something to help me solve in the future, and say that he has a crush on the girl and that there are several suites in their house. ...
I replied to him: get out! Friendly reminder: don't do this if the relationship is not good enough.
Then a person covered his head with a quilt and couldn't sleep anymore.
A few days later, I met a female classmate on campus. Her family is from Shandong, and we hardly talked for four years in college. First, she greeted me warmly, and then she began to talk about the past and work, and the more she said it, the more sad she became. I thought to myself: So you are such a Ma Hui. As I talked, I also became sad.
Yes, she is saying goodbye to me. She looks very serious.
Finally, she said, I will leave in two days, and I want to say goodbye to you. There will be relatives here in the future, so please come back when you have time.
At that moment, my eyes were a little sour.
I seem to regret it. Regret not saying goodbye to them. Perhaps this difference is really a long mountain and a long water, and there will be no future. However, I am not used to saying goodbye.
I remembered my last relationship and ended it hastily. I don't like her anymore. I didn't give her any extra explanation, not a word. Resolutely disappear from her world without a trace, I thought it would be good for her, she would hate me, and then scold me and forget me.
Later, I heard from people intermittently that she was very sad and had a serious illness in those days. Although I feel a little guilty, I really don't love her, and we can't go on. I mean it when I say I love her, and I mean it when I say I don't love her. So I took a responsible attitude towards her and treated her with my coldest and most determined attitude. I think one day, she will thank me for being cruel and let her have it again.
Later, I felt that I was wrong, all wet. Anyway, we don't need to thank someone who has hurt us. I think I should say goodbye to her and make everything clear. After all, we have been together and loved. After all, I once regarded her as my life, and she once took me to heart. But once something is missed, it will become a mistake and never go back.
My grandmother died when I was in middle school.
I can't accept people who are not sensible. I don't cry or make trouble. I ran away from home alone. I didn't attend the funeral. I thought grandma would come to see me again, or when I came back, she would wait for me at the door and tell me that the meal is ready, so you can eat it.
No, none of this happened. When I was found by my family, I was in an Internet cafe in the county. I stayed there for a week, and I have long forgotten what I did. That internet cafe is still open as usual, and it hurts every time I pass by, but I have never been in an internet cafe since then.
I don't know how grandma finally left, and I don't know if she has anything to say to me. But I know. I need to say something to you. I mean, can you stay?
I didn't say it at last. After so many years, I hate myself at that time, but I still haven't learned how to say goodbye.
Milan Kundera wrote in "Living Elsewhere": "This is a world of popular departure, but we are not good at saying goodbye."
But we always say goodbye, and no one can accompany us for a lifetime, including ourselves. Therefore, farewell must be hard, farewell must be serious, because we don't know what this farewell means, and we may be unfamiliar with the world as soon as we turn around.
I think we should applaud those who say goodbye seriously, because they are brave.
Seriously bid farewell to the past and admit their existence, whether glory or injury, that is our most precious life experience.
Say goodbye to your friends seriously. Cherish is not always together. Missing when we are apart is also a kind of friendship.
Say goodbye to yourself seriously. I'm sorry, you haven't changed for so many years. I want to be a brand-new self. Goodbye.
I used to like the word "goodbye" because it turned parting into expectation. Now, I begin to like to say goodbye, because it is a crisp and neat farewell, a serious and vigorous farewell.