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That day, although he resisted, I resolutely dragged him out of the room and took him to the nearby park to teach him how to play basketball.

After all, I don’t seem to have played much in the past three years, so I thought that I should pass the ball to him first. He hugged the basketball, and the first thing he said to me was: “Don’t regret it today.” Then Pia slammed the basketball into my face, and I was caught off guard, so my whole face was smashed.

I covered my face with an "Aww", I always felt that the prosthesis in my nose was about to be smashed out, although I had never installed a prosthesis... He walked slowly from the opposite side and patted my cheek This is my encouragement.

I don’t know how many times I was hit by him that day. I finally got rid of the pain of passing the ball and taught him to shoot. The result was that I was hit on the head impartially. A lot of ancient texts were smashed out all at once, although I didn't remember them deeply.

Afterwards, I asked him to practice shooting by himself. I hid behind the basketball hoop and watched him secretly, but he was still hit. Although not as fast and accurate as before, he hit me four times without prejudice as much.

The next day I gave up basketball and taught him football, but he was still hit in the face, and then changed to table tennis, but he still hit me in the face. In the end, I really couldn't help thinking that even if the badminton hit me, it wouldn't hurt. I switched to badminton again, but I was also very desperate and frustrated when I was smashed again and again.So I gave up, and I don't think the two of us can play happily together.

After I gave up, the two sat on a bench in the park, one of them was eating an ice cream in a daze, and an uncle was listening to the music and ran past the two of us over and over again. I was really bored and could only count over and over again. The number of times the uncle passed by here, and by the way, he also took the time for him-eh?This time I ran faster than last time, huh?How did you run so slow this time?In this way, the physical education entrance examination can't meet the standard, right?

That's right, it was so boring, because the atmosphere was so embarrassing, so I asked epilepsy: "What do you want?"

He replied: "It's fine as it is now." At the same time, he grabbed the leaves of a small bush next to him and placed some strange figures in a mess on his legs.

I gradually stopped watching the uncle tirelessly circling the artificial lake over and over again. Instead, I looked at the graphics he made that ordinary people couldn't understand, and asked, "What are you posing?"

"When Chang'e was flying to the moon, she dragged the little white rabbit down into the water."

"Little white rabbit? Why do I see a little green rabbit?" In fact, I didn't really see the shape of a rabbit.

He just turned around and looked at me with contempt, and without saying anything, he lowered his head and began to put something on his lap that I couldn't understand even more. I looked, looked, looked left and right Turn it 180 degrees and look at it again, but you still can't see anything. It's like the feeling when you were still in school when you were sitting on math and geometry problems.

Postmodern abstract painters?I didn't expect him to have such a setting!How can I get along with him like this?I can't handle it at all...And such a pure and kind junior high school boy, what kind of painful setbacks and blows did he encounter to stray into the astray of post-modern abstractionism?Because I have no friends, can I only entertain myself and communicate with myself?So the more you think like this, the weirder you think, the more you have no friends, and then all kinds of vicious circles go astray and eventually evolve into a species different from ordinary people...

This BOY is so pitiful, it's all the fault of not having friends.

He was still sitting next to me, displaying his postmodernist works without saying a word. I looked at him in a daze, and unconsciously lost my mind. I didn’t know what I was thinking. What, anyway, I was immersed in my own strange thinking circle, and then I heard him say in that calm and piercing tone: "Look at this, does it look like a fox?"

I picked it up and looked at it for a long time. Although I knew it was a fox, I still didn't see any tricks. I didn't understand how it looked like a fox.But he still flattered and pretended to understand: "Well, yes, look at those short legs."

Unexpectedly, after he heard this sentence, he suddenly turned around and stared at me directly as if he had been electrocuted. He still used that cute little eyes, and unconsciously revealed a joyful tone of voice, smiling. Said to me contentedly; "Well, yes, little short legs~" There was a burst of laughter, it was the first time I saw him laughing like that——

Although we used to have a lot of fun when we walked home together every day, chatting nonsense, smiling with our mouths pursed, grinning with our mouths open, laughing foolishly, laughing wildly, and laughing up to the sky, but Never seen him smile like this.It was the same as before, showing the joy in his heart undisguisedly, but it was different - this time his smile seemed to be much softer than usual, and his laughter seemed to be more pleasant than usual. Important, the most important thing is the emotion shown, it seems that a person who has been lonely for a long time has finally been understood, maybe the author of "Humble Room Inscription" will smile like this after meeting the author of "Ai Lian Shuo" ?

But in fact, I can't understand his thoughts at all.

This area is located in a geographical location that has been hazy and rainy all year round in our country, so it started to rain before he put out a few satisfactory works. Junior high school physics learned that "it is not safe to take shelter under a tree on a rainy day" , so we stood up from the armchairs and ran one after the other to the small pavilion at the south side of the artificial lake to shelter from the rain-in fact, this is not safe, because the small pavilion has no lightning protection measures .

He followed me to the pavilion, and then just found a place where he didn't know if it was clean or not. The murals, I also looked up at the murals - obviously some simple modern works of ancient style, I don't know what was painted on them in a mess, but he seemed to be concentrating on studying them.I could only look at the bunch of distorted villains in a daze, and suddenly I heard him say quietly: "Who do you think Li Bai's gay friend is?" It makes it look more permeable.

I was actually taken aback by his sudden question, but I still pretended to be calm and replied: "I don't know, Meng Haoran."

"I think it's Du Fu."

So this topic ended so embarrassingly.But my mind still couldn't get rid of the actually sharp topic of "Who is Li Bai's gay friend?"—According to my brain circuit, I was actually suitable for studying science, but I was forced to study liberal arts. So according to the way of thinking of a person like me, I want to find some profound words from this conversation——

First of all, this question can be understood as - "Who is Li Bai's lover?" Then, when considering this question, there will be a process of pushing oneself and others, assuming that I am Li Bai, in the historical environment of Tang Dynasty at that time, then I Who do you prefer slightly?Who will have a deeper communication with?Of course, these are not important. What is important is who does my heart belong to after going through hardships?

After all, I have studied liberal arts for so many years, and I also know that Li Bai has a very famous poem: "I love Master Meng, and the world hears about it." And Du Fu is a hard-working jobless young man who wrote N poems for Li Bai, Even if the two hadn't seen each other for many years, even in their dreams they were worried about his well-being, and advised him to be careful of falling into the water and drowning after getting drunk, then Du Fu's yearning and admiration for Li Bai must be deeply rooted in his bones.

In other words, Meng Haoran is the person Li Bai loves, and Du Fu is the person who loves Li Bai.

If we say this, plus the process of pushing ourselves and others at the beginning, can it be judged that when faced with the question "Who is Li Bai's gay friend?", when one person answers Meng Haoran and the other answers Du Fu, the former prefers Meng Haoran , in his heart "the person I love is my lover", the latter prefers Du Fu, and in the latter's heart "the person who loves me is my lover".

The idiom "Thinking carefully and fearing" has been perfectly fulfilled in my body. When I think about it, I will go to see epilepsy again, and suddenly I feel that he is different from the "postmodernist artist" I just knew, not so romantic, Feel free to express your feelings, not just do whatever you want, but very realistic, and gradually hold a compromise attitude towards life, or easy-going?I no longer respect my inner feelings, but follow the trend and find a state that is only beneficial to myself in a practical sense.

This reminds me of a line I saw in a certain costume drama: "If my husband can treat me like this, I will die without regret." All in all, it can remind people of feudal thinking.Lost desire and confidence in life at a young age?

Thinking of this, I inexplicably felt that he was very pitiful, so I leaned over and pretended to be very natural and asked, "What do you want to do tomorrow?"

He pondered for a while with a pensive look, and replied: "I want to go to the library for a day tomorrow, read novels, use WIFI, browse bi stations and play online chats for a while."

Thinking about it carefully, this may be the first time I have known him for so long to seriously seek his opinion. The relationship between the two of us has always been like the relationship between the owner and the kitten and puppy. He will eat whatever I feed him. What, if I go to the right, he won’t go to the left. When I ink, he follows me. When I’m not playing, he obediently sticks to one side or walks silently beside me, and he doesn’t talk much when I don’t speak... ...

has been in a passive state.

The author has something to say:

When it comes to the stalk of "Who is Li Bai's gay friend", my sister and I chatted about it one day. Now that I think about it, I am horrified. From Li Bai's perspective, observe who is his gay friend, and answer alone Meng Haoran, one person answered Du Fu, then in the heart of the former, "the person I love is my lover", while in the heart of the latter, "the person who loves me is my lover"