Chapter 40: Heart Approaching, Words Unfinished (Part 2)

  He said he wanted to talk to me about Artoine.

  I continued writing: "I really like Arutonai. He was my dream when I was young. I once wrote an article called 'The Departed Arutonai' and published it in a newspaper."

  The girl liked Anthony too much, she dreamed of having an Anthony in her life, she thought she had found one, but later when she got to know him in real life, she realized that it was just a fantasy.

  That's how I ended that article: Ah Tong Ni's dream had long since vanished, drifting far away. Because the real him replaced the Ah Tong Ni in my dreams. I believe everyone has had such a pure and warm dream when they were young. But why is that?

  The dream of Adrienne is beautiful, but she can only be frozen in the time of her youth. Everyone's Adrienne in their heart is different, as we grow up, we gradually understand: between people, whether it's friendship or any other kind of emotion, must be built on the basis of understanding, only when you understand, will you not deviate from your inner thoughts. Only then will you not fantasize about something inside just based on appearances, and perhaps what you fantasized about is not what you want to see in reality.

  I wrote down these words because I still clearly remember the ending of that article.

  "From this ending you can see my point of view." I continue writing.

  I know it was a beautiful dream when I was young. I also know that the words I wrote are actually guiding the direction of my heart.

  No matter what, both I and he on the other end of the screen deeply love Shelley's poetry.

  The computer is playing a dreamy song, accompanying our conversation, very melodious and pleasant to listen to. The fragrance of flowers wafts from the bedroom, and the flowers in the vase also seem joyful.

  "He said: 'Your writing is delightful and thought-provoking, it resonates with people and touches their hearts! Your writing style is great, and you're so passionate about literature, come join our literary club!' He sent a thumbs up emoji."

  "Can I learn English?"

  "It's okay, as long as you're willing. You're so good at writing articles, it should be a given. However, you can also consider putting it off for later."

  "I feel like we're on the same wavelength, what about you?" he started asking.

  A questioning expression appeared in front of me, it was sent by him, I understand, he always wants to make our conversation page more vivid.

  And this question shook my heart, causing it to start fluctuating quietly in an instant.

  Actually, I also feel that we are spiritually connected. But when he mentioned Shelley's poem, I thought of He Xiying, and my mood suddenly became a bit melancholy. I just remembered him, thinking that there would never be another boy in this world who could appear in my heart like that again.

  So now I start to escape, escaping the topics that point out my emotional state. So it's been a while, and I still haven't replied. I'm just immersed in that world I shouldn't be indulging in.

  "What's wrong with you?"

  "I was thinking that we're going to Wild Goose Island tomorrow, let's get some rest early!" I had no choice but to change the subject and end the conversation.

  "Goodbye."

  I know that we still have things left unsaid. I also understand that perhaps I poured cold water on his enthusiasm, but my heart at that moment really didn't let me go to face those questions deep in my soul. I used to think of a boy who is now seemingly still in my dreams. As friends, I can keep talking with him in front of me, but once I start touching on the topic of the soul, I become powerless. Because my heart seems to be still hurting, and I don't know when it will end.

  It's gone dark. The computer went from bright to pitch black in an instant, and the lively world that was just on the screen is now silent. Even the air seems to have become quieter. It seems I can no longer see the beautiful colors of the flowers.

  Xia Wenyu, I'm really sorry. I don't know what kind of mood you're in at this moment. I don't know if our future interactions will still be as natural as before, but all I know is: Our hearts are close, yet words are unspoken.