They were once very close friends, going to class together, leaving class together, showering together, sleeping together, laughing together, playing together, never having a moment of joy.
"Why? What did I do wrong? Wasn't I good to them?" This was the third time Lan Qing had secretly cried in the darkness.No one understood why she was crying. When others joked with her, she would just smile indifferently. She was used to it.
This was almost a month into Lan Qing and Meng Yanni's cold war. During this time, they hadn't spoken a single word. They were in the same class, the same dormitory; perhaps it was precisely because of this that they magnified each other's shortcomings and mistakes, leading to this outcome. Neither of them knew what they had done wrong; they just suddenly stopped talking, suddenly started a cold war, suddenly blocked each other.
That noon, Meng Yanni ran to the next dormitory to tell all her unpleasant experiences of the day. Between friends, after spending a long time together, they can talk about anything, share any grievances. She was very angry because Nan Qiao had done something to betray her that day. During dinner, Nan Qiao used Meng Yanni's cloth to wipe the dirty table, and this wasn't the first time; it had happened two or three times already. They say everyone's patience has its limits, and look!
Lan Qing lazily went to the next dorm to borrow a toilet. As soon as she entered, she heard Meng Yanni calling out, "Hehehe..." Nobody knew who she was calling. "She's talking to you," someone said to Lan Qing. Lan Qing was terrified; that was her only feeling at the time. Meng Yanni was a strong woman, and Lan Qing actually felt a sense of awe towards her. Lan Qing curled up in the corner of the bed, looking at Meng Yanni.
"Come sit down," Meng Yanni said kindly.
"No, I won't sit. This is fine. Tell me what you want. I'm scared," Lan Qing replied timidly.
"I'm not going to eat you, what are you afraid of?"
"...I'm just scared."
After that, they chatted about some things. Then, everyone in the dorm shouted.
"Make up, make up, make up, make up..."
"Actually, we've already made up with you two. Really."
Lan Qing and Meng Yanni laughed, both happy and embarrassed.
In truth, they had long since stopped being angry with each other, but neither of them had the courage to take that step. Was it fate? Just before summer vacation, their once very good friendship turned into that of ordinary friends again after a cold war.
Could this be considered making up?
Later, Lan Qing discovered that it wasn't because she had done anything wrong, or because someone else had done it on purpose. There had been someone silently stabbing her in the back.
"You have no idea what Nan Qiao has been saying about you behind your back, it's really nasty." After making up, Lan Qing became much more cheerful and made more friends.
"What? I didn't know?"
"She's been saying bad things about you, even things that aren't true. At first, we thought you were really that bad. But then we found out that wasn't the case. We don't want to play with people like Nan Qiao, we dislike her."
"Heh." Lan Qing smiled bitterly.
Everything returned to normal. Those who deserved love were loved, those who deserved to be abandoned were abandoned, and those who got along could play together no matter what. Good people are rewarded, and bad people are punished.
That's how the world is—intricate, complex, and colorful. Countless kinds of people and countless kinds of emotions intertwine to create a vibrant tapestry. Joy and laughter, setbacks and pain. All flavors of life, sweet and sour, bitter and spicy.
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