tell me

Sansan, I left you for a week today.The days are really unpleasant for travelers, because this week, I have not suffered from the car, the cold, or the sloppy diet, but I miss you too much.

——"Xiang Xing San Ji"

I was restless and didn't want to admit that I liked his sporadic feelings for no reason.

Maybe I just admire him a little bit, I can feel my heart beating faster, my eyes are glued, I will be happy because of a trivial eye movement, and I will be depressed and lost because of the bias of a sentence.

I often want to reach out and touch him, but I always withdraw it at the end. Pretending to be frivolous is the only key for me to get close to him.

But I know it's just self-deception, I'll never be satisfied if I'm always gentle, and the barriers will never be broken.

I took a dangerous move, and the winner and the loser are all in one fell swoop.

It's just that I seem to lose, I don't know why, he is so angry.

He is obviously the first person I treat sincerely, why doesn't he feel it at all?

Emotions are really complicated, if I don't even understand myself, how can I understand him?

I seem to be back to the time when my girlfriend sent me "Think about it yourself", but I was too lazy to think about it at that time, and I can't think about it now.

And, obviously, Du Yu wouldn't even send me this sentence, I don't even know if he wants me to think about it.

This is too difficult, the devil knows what he means.

I was angry too, although it seemed that I had done something wrong, but I was still angry, and I couldn't even explain why I was angry.

Empathy is difficult and dangerous.The discommunication between emotion and thought is the misfortune of individuals, but it is also the great fortune of human beings.

I used to have no qualms, even thinking that being incomprehensible was cool maverick.Now he is still lingering, annoyed that he can't invent a similar device for emotional transmission, so that he can empathize directly at a glance.

The more anxious I was, the more I felt that the old days seemed to be pretty good, at least simple.But is simple good?

No wonder human beings always claim to be intelligent and ridiculed that machines can never be replaced.

But in other words, since emotions are incommunicable, how can people know whether a machine will have emotions?

Oh, it's annoying, I'm the fucking machine.

Can't you tell me what you think?Wouldn't it be nice to create a binary world with only yes-or-no propositions? YES is 1, NO is 0, don't adjust those non-p and non-q, I can't analyze them.

Thinking about it now, those certain and eternal things are so important to me, they always bring me a great sense of security.

But here it is again.It started again.

Even though I said that, I still cherish those days when I was ambiguous with him.It felt so good that no matter how hard I tortured myself, I couldn't let go.

Is that what emotion really is?I don't know where it started, and it goes deep.You can't ask for it, but you can't give it up.

"The dark world of mortals is suddenly bright, and the hot spring is cold for a while."

I didn't understand it when I was doing reading comprehension before, but now it's better not to understand it.

Birth, old age, sickness, death, resentment and hatred meeting, love separation, not getting what you want.

Great joy and great sorrow, indeed.

It's just that I haven't brightened enough yet, why am I suddenly cold?

Even if the pay is not directly proportional to the return, there must be some, right?

It seems that he is still not reconciled.

If you don't understand your mental activities, this character can always be analyzed from the chat, right?

After all kinds of entrustments, a hacker friend finally agreed to me to hack into his mobile phone system, trying to find information beneficial to me from all angles.

But this is also extremely difficult. Apart from working and "talking to me", he almost never interacts with others on the Internet, and he doesn't even read Weibo. I can only stare at his gentle tone to appease others and grit my teeth.

But I didn't expect that the opportunity really came, and he actually cut the number.

I watched his conversation with Na Laoshizi "Baby don't cry", I was really angry and anxious, he was also as confused as me!I am really happy.

I hurriedly discussed with my friend and asked him if he could kick the shit stick down and replace it with me.

He said yes, but he would have to pay more, double the urgent order, and he might not be able to make it, but even if he couldn’t make it, he still had to pay.

Then add it, what a fucking profiteer.

In the end, I chose to use an either-or binary proposition as the answer, to come or not to come.

He came, late but arrived.

At that moment, my heart was filled with great joy. He patted my back, as if a kind of infinite indulgence, and I couldn't help crying.

When I cried, my heart became very tender.

I have never felt such a hug, nor been hugged so pamperingly.My heart was beating fast, but unexpectedly peaceful, I just felt that time was stagnant, every particle of dust floating in the air was gentle, and every ray of sunshine cast through time and space was also warm.

Obviously it's just such a simple action of hugging?But why can you feel such a different kind of warmth just by being hugged?

Is it because of the quilt, or because of liking?

I think it may be because of being liked.

It turns out that being liked is such a wonderful thing, does he feel the same way as me?

I always wish I could do better.

There are billions of stars in the sky, but the little prince only covers one rose with a glass cover, so this rose is more precious than all the roses on the planet combined, because it is a flower that belongs to him somewhere in the starry sky.

The rose that I never forget has finally echoed, he is sharp and fierce, but delicate and charming, he is also a flower that belongs to me somewhere in the starry sky.

But he will be a mountain rose.

Use a midsummer budding dormancy in exchange for a more brilliant and lasting flowering period. The colder the winter, the more evergreen it is.

I can't figure him out, I think, I may never figure him out.

But it is precisely because I can't figure him out that I am always gratified and have new insights.

My field of vision seems to be changing quietly, not only from a binary perspective, it becomes a line, a surface, a three-dimensional space, and all things that I cannot understand.

I can't understand, there are many things I still can't understand, but I can try to accept and even change.

But the source of everything is that I am no longer alone.

I'm already studying in the United States, and now I'm not separated from Du Yu by a screen, but by an insurmountable Pacific Ocean and a fifteen-hour time difference.

Our messages are always separated by two sleep periods, and we rarely reply in time, so each fragment is extremely precious.

I miss him so much, I think about him all the time.But when I think that he is also thinking of me on the other side, I feel much better.

I'm not alone anymore, really not anymore.

At least every time he replies "Get out" at four o'clock in the middle of the night, it will be more warm, because he often adds a sentence "Hurry up and go to bed" after it.

It's so cute and awkward.

But there is one more important thing. Recently, I have been thinking about how to implement it, which really took a lot of my brain.

Roommate Lucas bought a set of home clothes, one-piece, furry.The zipper opens from the collar to the waist, and you have to take off half of your shirt before you go to the bathroom. It's really tasteless, ugly and pussy.

But I changed hands and bought a set, a light pink one, and couldn't wait to put it on him.

He must be delicate and shy when he wears it. When he goes to the bathroom, he will take off his plush top to the crook of his arm, his shoulder blades will be folded back a little bit beautifully, his smooth and naked back will be slightly sunken, and the little cutie on his porcelain white chest will be It matches the color of the clothes.If you feel cold, maybe you will shrink into a hard and small two, forming a lovely line with the thin waist.It would be even better if you don't wear underwear, you can touch the looming buttocks and leg roots directly down the soft fabric.

He would stare at me angrily, but he couldn't let go, couldn't push me away.Then I can...

Ah, no, just thinking about it makes me hard.

Miss him, miss him, miss him, miss him.

I really want to see him.

When we go back this time, we will never be separated again.

Well, for sure, we won't be separated again.

Speaking:

Surveillance is nonsense, don't actually investigate, although it feels like it can be done