在网络的另一头相遇
之前在学校里看主持人大赛的时候，有一个题目让我印象很深：“成功路上，总是与知音相伴”。可我觉得，这句话应该是“成功的路上，总是与孤独相伴”。哎，每每说到这种事，总是让我想起先前的一段时光，那时候我老是希望能找到一个真正的朋友——一位可以倾心交流的人。可结果……我往往成了小丑……有一句话令我彻底破防了：
“你和我之前见过的人都不一样，很少有人会像你一样说心里话……不太适应。为什么不能像别的人一样呢，每天过开心就好了呀”
“朋友，难道只是这样吗？”我轻声地问自己，为什么我终于鼓起勇气和别人坦白时，却没人要听呢……难道真的是我太不合群了吗，还是我本来就不适合这样……
不知道又有多少次，当我以为可以在网上找到寄托时，他们却一个又一个地离开了。最后只剩下我了，而我也已经上了高中，也不知道还可以把这项未尽的事业推到多远。
“……其实本来还写了很多，但是正如《乡土中国》中所说，文字仍然只是一个工具，一个不太完善的工具。现在我确是倒不出更多墨水来了，否则思想就歪了。“
我和他的相遇只是偶然，我已不是之前那个一天到晚追求所谓朋友的我了，一切都很平静，他问我答，仿佛这次聊天仍然会像之前几次一样，没几天就结束了，扔进池塘里，泛不起一点涟漪。他还和我讲过他自己的一个宏伟目标，做一个高三毕业纪念程序。我有点好笑，倒不是笑他过于自大，只怕这愿望过于天真了。他把一切都列出来，很认真的给我看他的想法。原谅我不愿意再接触这种项目，因为之前的很多都化为了泡影。
“算了，我也不关心，这个，你需要我帮什么呢”
一切都很正常，他把我拉进了 github 的共同开发的名单。我没多想，只是我自己的项目都没时间做，哪有功夫管你呢。于是我就一直躺在名单里面装死，顺便看看项目怎么样罢了。后来，他还把我拉近他的小群里面让我当顾问，“哎，又是这种无聊的过家家游戏”，我想到，一切都很正常。
但是他做了一件让我想不到的事情……正中我的眉心。
方便发一下你家地址吗？提前一个月的新年礼物 ⬇️
我承认我被吓傻了，这这这我什么都没做怎么就，怎么就可以呢。
我感觉他怎么和我之前一样，那么天真呢……
我：“想不好给你送什么（没什么拿得出手的）”
他：“没有关系，感觉你帮了我忙, 这是应该的。” （其实没有帮什么忙的我愧疚感++）
我：“哎哎哎那也不至于这样吧”
他：“几十块钱没啥”
……
他：“其实不光是因为你帮了忙, 我觉得更多是因为”
我承认我真的被吓傻了……
从小到大，这种话只有我对别人说，我也写过这种信，但是结局很悲惨。
我陷入了沉默。这个世界上，竟然还有人能做出这种事！？虽然我并不能完全理解他的做法，但想起曾经那些孤独的时光，突然觉得……
或许，当初我被孤独困扰时，是因为我过于在意表达自己，急于敞开心扉了。却没有想到，每个人都不同，每一次交往都需要过程，需要时间。有时候，真正的知音可能会悄然而至，而我们却未曾察觉。或许，在追求友谊的过程中，我过于焦虑，让自己变得有些刻意。
他的诚挚和天真，让我反思了很多。或许，我应该更加开放一些，不要过于拘谨。毕竟，人与人之间的联系，就像一场旅行，需要一点点勇气，一点点耐心，去发现彼此的美好，而不是急于要求对方与自己产生深刻的共鸣。
在这个瞬间，他在我眼中的形象，发生了翻天覆地的变化，我决定给自己一次机会，抓住他，哪怕是，面对之前我的不作为。
我：“其实你对我来说也差不多……”
我突然觉得自己也好天真，他只是送了一个小礼物，我却再一次变得和之前一样了。
“你不怕再一次扑空吗？”我问我自己。
“扑空又如何呢？人生就是一场冒险，而每一次尝试都是一次成长。就算扑空了，也不过是一段经历罢了。”我回答道，“毕竟，我也不缺这一段经历了。”
在这个寂静的时刻，我不禁想起了那句“成功路上，总是与知音相伴”。或许，我错过了很多人，但这一次，我不想再错过他，不论有意无意。
他：“不好和你说太多, 不然我的信就剧透完了”
明明已经在配送了，我却要走了……今天是等不到你的信了，这算是上天的安排吗
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原作者：EveSunMaple，本文章版权归EveSunMaple所有
English Version:
The Encounter Across the Network The topic “Success is always accompanied by kindred spirits” from a host competition I watched at school left a deep impression on me. However, I believe it should be “Success is always accompanied by loneliness.” This always reminds me of a period in my past when I longed for a true friend—someone I could confide in. But the result… I often ended up as a clown… One sentence completely broke me:
“You’re different from anyone I’ve met before. Few people speak their minds like you… It’s a bit unsettling. Why can’t you be like others and just be happy every day?"
"Is this all friendship is?” I whispered to myself. Why is it that when I finally muster the courage to be honest with someone, no one wants to listen…? Am I truly that unsociable, or am I just not suited for this…?
Countless times, I thought I could find solace online, but they left one after another. In the end, only I remained, and I had already entered high school, unsure how far I could push this unfinished pursuit.
”…Actually, I wrote a lot more, but as Fei Xiaotong said in ‘From the Soil: The Foundations of Chinese Society,’ words are merely a tool, an imperfect one. Now, I truly can’t squeeze out any more ink, lest my thoughts become distorted.”
My encounter with him was purely accidental. I was no longer the person who constantly sought so-called friends; everything was calm. He asked, and I answered, as if this conversation, like the previous few, would end in a few days, thrown into a pond without causing a ripple. He even shared his ambitious goal of creating a graduation commemorative program for his senior year. I was slightly amused, not because he was arrogant, but because the wish seemed naive. He listed everything out, earnestly showing me his ideas. Forgive me for being reluctant to engage in such projects, as many before had turned into bubbles.
”Forget it, I don’t care. What do you need my help with?” Everything was normal. He added me to the collaborative development list on GitHub. I didn’t think much of it; I didn’t even have time for my own projects, let alone his. So I remained dormant on the list, occasionally checking on the project’s progress. Later, he even pulled me into his small group as a consultant. “Ah, another one of these boring pretend-play games,” I thought. Everything was normal.
But he did something unexpected… something that hit me right between the eyes.
Could you send me your address? A New Year’s gift a month in advance ⬇️
I admit I was stunned. How, how could this be? I hadn’t done anything.
I felt like he was just as naive as I used to be…
Me: “I can’t think of what to send you (nothing decent to offer).”
Him: “It’s okay, I feel like you’ve helped me, so this is only right.” (My guilt intensified as I hadn’t actually helped much.)
Me: “Hey, hey, hey, there’s no need for this.”
Him: “It’s only a few dozen yuan.”
…
Him: “Actually, it’s not just because you helped. I think it’s more because…”
I admit I was truly stunned…
Growing up, I was the only one who said such things to others. I had written similar letters, but the endings were tragic.
I fell silent. Someone in this world could actually do such a thing!? Although I couldn’t fully comprehend his actions, remembering those lonely times, I suddenly felt…
Perhaps, when I was troubled by loneliness, it was because I was too focused on expressing myself, too eager to open my heart. I didn’t realize that everyone is different, and every interaction requires a process, requires time. Sometimes, true kindred spirits might arrive quietly, yet we remain oblivious. Perhaps, in my pursuit of friendship, I was too anxious, making myself appear deliberate.
His sincerity and naivety made me reflect on many things. Perhaps, I should be more open, less reserved. After all, connections between people are like a journey, requiring a little courage, a little patience, to discover each other’s beauty, rather than rushing to demand a deep resonance.
In this moment, his image in my eyes underwent a complete transformation. I decided to give myself a chance, to seize him, even in the face of my previous inaction.
Me: “Actually, you’re pretty much the same to me…”
I suddenly felt naive myself. He had only sent a small gift, yet I had become like my old self again.
”Aren’t you afraid of being disappointed again?” I asked myself.
”What if I am? Life is an adventure, and every attempt is a step towards growth. Even if I am disappointed, it’s just an experience,” I replied. “After all, I’m not lacking in those.”
In this silent moment, I couldn’t help but recall the phrase “Success is always accompanied by kindred spirits.” Perhaps, I had missed many people, but this time, I didn’t want to miss him, intentionally or unintentionally.
Him: “I can’t tell you too much, otherwise, I’ll spoil the letter.”
It was already on its way, but I had to leave… I wouldn’t be able to receive your letter today. Was this fate’s arrangement?
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