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I always thought I was a good talker.

I still remember that when I first came to live in the headquarters building, I often played football with the son of the boss of the police station opposite when I had nothing to do. At that time, I still maintained the principle of "low-key life" and kept hiding that I had a lot of connections with gangsters. I didn't tell him that I was the new chief of the "Anti-Pursuit Department", but fire can't cover paper, no, paper can't cover fire, and one day not long after, I was seen through by them.

It was after the senior high school entrance examination, probably because he was bored, one day he suddenly ran into the headquarters and said: "You are already surrounded, quickly raise your mobile phone and surrender, be frank and lenient and resist strict. Repeat , you have been surrounded..." His original purpose was actually very noble, not to interfere with his great bully's principle of "there are no permanent enemies, only permanent interests", but to come to our headquarters The crackdown on MLM gangs is here.But it's embarrassing, we are not a pyramid scheme, and he was tied up and thrown in the corner by several bartenders because of his inexperienced skills, threatening him with "picking his nose and eyes".

I looked at his stubborn face from a distance, and he was stubbornly confronting the group of bartenders. He looked so stubborn that he couldn't pull back eighty cows, and I couldn't bear it, so I ran over to pull him back. Went to the police station to find his great Ba Ba.We didn't talk much along the way, but when we got downstairs to the police station, he asked in a very serious tone that I hadn't heard a few times since I knew him: "Shi Xiaofeng, why are you here?"

At that time, it was probably during the summer vacation that I slept late and fell asleep. I didn't know how to answer him for a while, so I had to support his shoulders, pursed my lips and blurted out with a solemn expression——

"From the very beginning, even the little things around you that you have to deal with every day, there is nothing that is not complicated."

Hey, it's really strange, he didn't talk anymore, but kept his head down in contemplation with a dejected expression. After a long time, when we all became uncles, he also practiced "There is no forever" like his father. enemies, only eternal interests" principle.

Maybe it was because I was too narcissistic, but I always thought that it was my 30-character motto that ruined a kind and upright boy.

My language is really charming, but "There are people beyond people, there are people beyond the sky", one day I will meet people who can speak better than me, such as epilepsy.

That was when we had known each other for a while, his dear Ma Ma had just returned from a routine examination in the hospital, and I hadn’t been immersed in Zhang Haoran’s entanglement because I liked him so much, the atmosphere was the best and the quadratic function reached its peak , At that time, I could still face the impure part of the friendship between the two of us calmly, and I could naturally push the plot to the impure side ending.

At that time, I had already squeezed enough love for him in my heart. The atmosphere was good that day, and the weather was not too hot. The two of them were walking slowly on the street with an ice cream that was eaten in two halves. come and go.It was already dark at that time, and when I was about to send him home after wandering around with him for a day, I passed the No. [-] Middle School on the way, and passed the wall full of creepers that we had walked past countless times. The lights were dim, and occasionally The car sped past, and the immoral high beams sometimes illuminated his face clearly, and then became hazy in the dimness.

Looking at it, I felt a little abnormal, as if I was suddenly possessed by an otome, the more I watched it, the more I liked it, the more I watched it, the more obsessed I was, driven by some unknown force, I broke the silence of concentrating on eating ice cream, Said calmly and seriously: "I like you."

"..."

I grabbed his hand, leaning against the wall with a déjà vu, and said in a deep, sexy voice, "I'm serious."

"I still remember you once said that you just want to be a spectator on the sidelines, and you don't have the urge to involve yourself."

After he finished speaking, he withdrew his hand and continued to eat ice cream.I walked beside him in silence, and it took me a long time to fully react to this sentence. Although I still don't know exactly what he wanted to express, I was definitely rejected.

At that time, I regretted it for a moment, why did I have to tell him this kind of instructive words?No, it should be that when epilepsy wants to reject me, every word I say may "give someone a handle"...

My heart was cold, and I couldn't say a word when he was angry.

It has been half a year since I expressed my heart again. I still remember that day I was called by the BOSS to hold a party to drink and warm up the scene. I don’t know why I, who claims to never get drunk after a thousand cups, was inexplicably drunk by those horrible colleagues. I was so drunk that I couldn't even walk in a straight line, but I was forced to continue drinking, and then I was thrown out when I was so drunk that I went crazy.

I vaguely remember that I was dragged to the outside world by the epilepsy, and I suddenly felt that my whole body was full of energy after blowing the cool breeze!Began to go berserk again, and the two of them lay on the main road so cold that their eyelashes were frosted, and then they walked back home by taking the shortcut in the alley, which was dimly lit and full of sundries. The wall was so close that we seemed to be able to squeeze the two of us into one sheet, probably due to my incorrect worldview. I somehow felt that the atmosphere was very good at that time, so I leaned next to his ear and whispered softly, I really want to say, always What I've always wanted to say--

"Epileptic, you are actually very cute...

But most of the time

......

I actually like you the most. "

It's not indifferent to his feelings, and it's not enough to just be a spectator. At that moment, I suddenly want to be there, hollow out my own flesh and blood, and stuff my soul into his heart.That kind of feeling is like the feeling that every time I chase and kill, I become more and more intoxicated, throwing away my armor and armor, even throwing my knives and guns on the ground, and I only want to end the opponent's life with bare hands.

Not indifferent, but too involved.

He didn't give me any answer and didn't bring it up until I left.

But I held him that night, tighter than ever.

He is still exactly the same as before, living his life as before, and his attitude towards me is the same as before, as if I have never said anything.I don't know if his acting skills are too good to hide too deeply, or if he really doesn't have any emotion.

It doesn't matter anymore, in fact, this kind of thing is fine anyway, it doesn't have to be said or heard "I like you too", don't we have other promises-"None of us will leave, here Wait until spring."

Because he seems to be the same as usual, I have to pretend to be as calm as usual, but sometimes I see him cooking next to him, sometimes I poke the little monster sent by the boss through a layer of glass, sometimes I patted the quilt and wiped the floor, and I stared at him eagerly, desperately trying to find a little difference in his every move, and to pay more attention to my performance.

Unfortunately it was not found.

At that time, I could say that I gave up my heart, my heart was like death and I was disheartened, and the sincere words I had been brewing for half a year couldn't move him one iota.I used to think that Zhang Haoran was cruel enough, give me some hope, and then leave quietly—a terrible Scorpio man.But in fact epilepsy is more cruel. I tried my best to impress him, but those behaviors are considered a P in his eyes, so what should I do?—a terrifying Sagittarius man.

He didn't seem to have changed at first glance, but he really wasn't.

When I took him around the streets and wandered around again, he no longer followed me calmly like when he first came to the Northeast, groping behind me without knowing what he was thinking.He smiled happily as before. We ate snacks that no one cared about all over the street together, found typos on the signboards of small roadside shops, and by the way, the two of us bit our ears quietly, laughing at what we saw just now. random anyone, anything.

It seems that he has returned to Jiangnan half a year ago, before all the misfortunes happened to him.

It was very hot at that time, but the two of them ran all over the street, running from morning to noon, and then strolling from noon to afternoon, but they didn't feel hot. Seeing him smiling like that was like feeling the breeze blowing on his face, and he could feel it again. It's back to the same state as the chicken blood.At this time in the Northeast, the winter is so cold that even at noon, we can freeze people up. We still run from morning to noon, and then stroll from noon to afternoon. At least I don’t feel cold. Seeing that the tip of his nose is freezing Red, smiling at me, narrowing her eyes into fat crescents, feeling very warm inexplicably, jumping up and down excitedly.

After dark, when I was about to freeze, I only wanted to go home. At that time, I was walking in the dimly lit streets and alleys, and he obediently followed me one or two steps behind me.Inexplicably, I thought of Zhang Haoran again. In the past, he and I often dangled around under the dim light at night when people were freezing to death. At that time, he liked to let me follow him, or walk beside me.

I scumbagly compared Zhang Haoran and epilepsy again, but this time I somehow found a very interesting contrast, and then contacted a short article I read before about Japanese boyfriends and girlfriends and couples, from the aspect of walking , I suddenly felt that the relationship between me and Zhang Haoran was very similar to a Japanese boyfriend and girlfriend, but now I and epilepsy are more like a husband and wife.

Yeah, I really want to laugh...