我夜奔八百里哈

I hate that we met in hot summer, but never talked to each other since we met for the whole season, and the fact that you assuemd I never cry after we watched a lot of Japanese animation together.

An almost-excitement hit me last night, that I rather you never see this and never understand what I am talking about. But more importantly, I am just glad that you can't imagine my complexion right now and still think I am cool.

You recently asked me why I love taking care of you while hate the whole world to the fucking guts. It's because of all the beautifully specific, impossible to abandon desires, for which we are deprived of for too long. (And also I was going through a rebellious phase and refused to follow the accustomed path of being indifferent to myself mostly, to be more precise, I did the opposite of what my instinct tells me to, it takes a mental dispersion to finish the task, but I managed.)

To name a few things that make me happy:

• The manicure you half-forced me to do with you ( 1# of my list for sure)
• A poissble closing for my 1/2 exam preparation;
• An outlandish man that came right out of the movie;

Just so you know, it was my nature to do so. To take away the smithereens scattered here and there, I would need a sane mind, a solemn physique, a half-smile that excited on one, well, not any more. There might be never-ending entaglement going on for a unforseeable future, I guess we all have to live with that.

上半部分是瞎话情书，从2022年写到2023年。下半部分为不那么俏皮的，但致死浪漫的古典情书。

夜晚和王菁打了一个半小时的电话，中间她诉说了她的见鬼经历，看见身边的人从人变成鬼。我回馈她一个五年前“鬼”变成人，把我也从地狱拉回人间的故事。电话挂断，工作侵入幻想，王菁用这个故事点题，鬼和人。

“夜奔八百里是这样一个故事。古代两个书生赶考，一见如故，相约第二年到b家里吃饭。A忘记了，B在那天把菜热了又热，他老婆说 a肯定忘了 太晚了 去睡觉，b不肯。

等到半夜 a 来了 ，跟b道歉，说忘了，今天刚想起来。b说怎么可能，咱们两地相隔八百里，不可能一天赶到。a说，我听说鬼魂可夜奔八百里。我已于今日悬梁成鬼，来赴君约。吃完你家饭，我上黄泉。”

“我夜奔八百里哈。”

又让人哭。