"Hello, I'm an online superman." In order to cheer myself up, I took a strong screen name. Yi Meier sent her a message: "Where are you? Talk to me. I am very annoyed. " After waiting for a while, she made a noise.
"Hello, what do you want to talk about?"
"Tell me about your family, Mom and Dad."
"Oh, they are very good. My father is a doctor and my mother is a nurse. "
"Are they all at home?" Since today is the weekend, I think all parents may stay with their children.
"no! I am the only one. I am painting. " The voice of flowers is one year younger than mine. She is going to apply for the Academy of Fine Arts next year. We have known each other for two months, but we have never met. We just contacted each other online.
"What are you drawing?"
"selfie, hehe."
"Why are you laughing? Do you like it? Can you send me a photo of you? " I wonder what she looks like. I once offered to see her, but she refused. She even refused to disclose her phone number. "Then you lose the mystery of online dating." Whenever I see this sentence on the screen, I will think of her dreamy expression in front of the computer. I think she should be like Yong Er, cheerful and lively, and love to laugh. Yong Er is a girl I once liked. She always looks at me adoringly: "You are really good at basketball!" "I like to hear her praise. Boys need to be affirmed and encouraged by girls in order to feel more valuable and powerful.
"Ok, I'll deliver it tomorrow." I have to admit that she can type faster than me.
"There are still 60 days before the exam. I'm not sure. I'm giving up. "
"No, you must insist! You can do it, I believe you! " She has a quick reaction.
On the computer side, I gave a wry smile: "Believe? You know, it is because everyone believes in me that I doubt my ability. Their expectations are too high, and I am afraid to disappoint all those who trust me. " I have been a good boy of my parents and a good student in the eyes of teachers since I was a child. I will try my best to do everything they ask me to do, even if it is difficult, I will show that it is a piece of cake for me, and I will make them feel that my son is very capable. In fact, through unremitting efforts, my grades have been excellent and I am the main force of the school basketball team. I lived happily until I was nineteen, until the third semester of senior three. My father told me his dream of going to a medical university as a teenager, hoping that I could realize it for him. From then on, there was no basketball, no laughter and only pressure in my life. I don't know why I can't do it at once. Both mock exams failed the undergraduate course line. I've never been so scared.
"Go and see the sea! Relax. " The voice of flowers makes suggestions.
"Would you like to go with me?" I want to talk to her face to face. No, exactly, I need someone to talk to.
"Tell me, why do you call it the sound of flowers?"
There was no reply for a long time, so I waited quietly. "all right! At four o'clock in the afternoon, the bridge will arrive. " She said, goodbye. I guess she must be as excited as I am.
Look at the watch, 10 o'clock sharp. What do you do in the next time? I took out an English exercise and sat on the big table outside the Internet cafe for two hours. At the end of a set of questions, I nervously checked the answers, and the final score was 107. I shook my head, which was far from my dad's requirement of 125. Look at the watch again, it's past 12, and it's time to go home again.
Pushing open the door, my father is reading the newspaper and my mother is cooking in the kitchen. I can't stand such a scene. My father carefully ticked off all the contents of the college entrance examination with a red pen, and my mother even made a recipe to supplement my nutrition without repeating the sample. And I, no matter what I eat now, feel tasteless.
"There is a class in the afternoon and I left at two o'clock." Leaving this sentence behind, I plunged into the room, and in front of them, I became more and more reticent.
I arrived at the bridge an hour early. The beach and rocks make my heart depend on it. Sit down anywhere, close your eyes, and then simply lie down and fall asleep. When I woke up, I stood in front of a girl with big eyes and long hair. She was more beautiful than Yong Er. I can even feel the strength in her bones.
I quickly stood up and looked embarrassed: "Are you the voice of a flower?" She nodded. "Hello, I'm a cyber superman." She nodded her head anyway. I don't know why she is so lively and cheerful on the internet at the moment, so she joked, "Am I handsome?" They all say I look like Rukawa Kaede, don't you think? "She still nodded." What happened? Don't say.
Words? "I asked. She looked at me apologetically and handed me a card: "Have you ever heard the sound of flowers?" I shook my head.
She turned to look at the card. On the other side, it says, "Flowers bloom silently, so I can't speak." I forgot the look on my face. I think my whole face froze for two minutes. "It doesn't matter, I can hear you. Talk to me! " She quickly wrote it down and handed me another card. "You-all by writing?" The Voice of Flowers hesitated for a while and made a heart shape by hand.
I see. "And the heart!" We all laughed. Maybe that smile brought us closer. I said a lot of things I really wanted to say, and she listened silently, which made me feel safe. We didn't break up until sunset, and she gave me the last card, which was full of "persistence".
I have received her letter for two days. In the light blue envelope, there is a self-portrait of her crayon drawing, and her story: In the year of the senior high school entrance examination, I had a car accident and was admitted to the hospital where my father worked. Intracranial hemorrhage oppressed my language nerve, and I woke up speechless. Dad tried many methods, but to no avail. During that time, he always blamed the doctor for being bad to me, but I know that he is the best father and doctor in the world and he has done his best. I move more, love to laugh, and I can't speak at once. I feel terrible. My mother stayed at home with me for the convenience of taking care of me. She became a doctor and a nurse. I couldn't get out of bed at that time, and I was in a bad mood. I often lose my temper, cry and make trouble. Once, I woke up and saw her wiping tears at the bedside. I know she's more upset than me. My parents also have high expectations for me. They once said that they wanted me to be a painter in the future, so they asked me to study art in primary school. But because I can't speak, they never mention the exam in the Academy of Fine Arts again. They just want me to be happy. My happiness is their happiness. Although I can't express everything in words like a normal person, I have never given up my dream and I am still working hard. You may not get anything if you pay, but you will get nothing if you don't pay. I want to fight, even if I lose, I won't regret it.
Are you willing to cheer up and realize your dream? My tomorrow is blue, because I chose it myself, so no matter what it looks like, it is the most beautiful for me. Have you chosen a color for your tomorrow? Everyone believes in you because they love you and you will work hard. I believe you, too, because you are superman.
"I am superman." Write this sentence with a blue marker and choose a color for my tomorrow. Take out a piece of manuscript paper, and I write: The sound of flowers, if I believe in myself, if I work hard from now on, if I really become a doctor, believe me-can you hear the sound of flowers?
Put the envelope away, I think there are obstacles. Opening the thick exercise book, I started a new round of English self-test. The final score is 1 19. I didn't lose heart. I will be better next time. Then mother pushed open the door and came in. "Drink milk?" I nodded, looked at the wrinkles around her eyes and said, "Thank you, Mom." I told her with my eyes-"I will work hard!"