The first thing I learned when I grew up was to separate [Short stories without special output]

The night before I was going to move to the dormitory, I got together with my good homies for the last time of the summer vacation, and I went home very late (sorry, I will punish myself for three cups first @my parents)

A group of us sat in the seating area of the convenience store, with eight or nine people sitting around a four-seater seat, recalling when we were both middle school students, who broke the blackboard with whom, who confessed to whom, Everyone eats fat like crazy, in order to win the tug-of-war championship, and of course there are more than 20,000 ugly photos.

But this time is different from the past, the atmosphere of pure joy and joy, laughing until the throat falls out,

Most of them, they laughed like crazy and then fell silent, their eyes were red, probably because we all knew clearly that this might be the last time that everyone could be so uniform, so simple, and so casual. got together.

The sentence in the title was posted by me after everyone broke up.

Of course, we all know that the separation this time is life or death, but that feeling is really uncomfortable.

We all tacitly did not express the sad and depressing thoughts in our minds, but chose to say funny ones.

But these years of intimate relationship have made us all tacitly know what the other party is thinking, and know the "possibility" of the future

We were sitting face to face, talking and laughing, when suddenly a big hand grabbed our nose and mouth firmly, and there were thousands of hands that pinned us to the white plastic chair.

It's fear, suffocation, the pain of scratching the heart,

I don't want to say goodbye to you, but for your and mine future, this time we really have no willful capital at all,

They are looking at each other, but they can't speak, but they have already cried thousands of times without words...

We can only resign ourselves to our destiny and go our own way,

Although that will most likely drive us further apart.

I think I really miss you

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postscript

I think there is a more helpless parting in the world than this, or maybe someone has been numb to parting.

But for me, for all the things I've been through, it's really been like a lesson in head-to-head,

As the title says, the first thing I learned when I grew up was not to live peacefully with the people in the dormitory, to report to the stage in an orderly manner, to distribute living expenses reasonably, and to live safely and smoothly by myself. This kind of learning like get skill (addition).

The first thing I had to learn, actually, was to say goodbye to them first.

It seems like you have to drop a part (subtraction) before you can move on to the next stage (? I don't know

(It's even more uncomfortable to describe the socks game like this 🥹🥲😭)

Feel free to fill the space below with your stories or ideas, and as always, I'll reply.