"Activities" You and the things around you

2018.2.24

school starts.

After that incident, I haven't seen Mr. X.

I didn't dare to knock on the door opposite, and my own doorbell never rang.

In fact, Mr. X assigned me a key to his house last month, and Mr. X secretly stuffed it into the outside of my wallet. I never found out.

Until one day he forgot to bring the key...

I still remember him tightly holding the small desk lamp that was just given to him as a crayon mini-chan, the tips of his ears were so red, "What are you looking at! I gave you the key just to avoid this situation from happening today!"

Well, you're right about everything.

Hey, there are always people on duty at the property management office downstairs, and they seem to be in charge of unlocking...

Oh, that day is Mr. X's birthday.

That silly boy, as if he had never received a birthday present, was extremely happy that day.

The smile is particularly beautiful, the eyes are crescent-shaped, and there is snow floating around, it is very cold, but also very warm.

He obviously likes Crayon Shin-chan so much, he clenches his hands tightly, but he insists on disliking Crayon Shin-chan for being too naive, "I'm not a child! Only children like Crayon Shin-chan!"

Touching the tip of his nose, he glanced at the person in front of him who was trying to draw the corners of his lips, "Ah, you don't like it. Then give it to me..."

"...If you give it to me, it's mine! Why give it to you! Go away." The hands clenched even tighter.

Mr. X is really duplicity.

Really...

So cute!

Once upon a time, I missed him so much, thinking of his crooked eyes, thinking of everything about him...

But every time I step in front of his house with the key in hand, I can't help but think of the mole washed by tears at the corner of Mr. X's eye.

As bold as I am, I dare not face him.

I also secretly searched the Internet for lu//pipe entries with straight men.

Well, they said it was normal. After all, it is very common for a few good brothers to turn off the lights in a small room, watch A//films, and play//ji.

But I... I kissed him, I kissed Mr. X.

That morning I also saw his bright red lips slightly tingling, you//too human...

No, I'm stoned again. More...

... Lue with a straight man//Is it normal to lue and kiss at the same time?

The netizen replied: "Straight man? Are you serious..."

I:"……"

Will Mr. X disgust me, will he already find out that I have plotted against him...

The more I think about this, the more I feel guilty towards Mr. X, and the less I dare to face him.

2018.2.27

After so many days of school, Mr. X and I still haven’t communicated.

In fact, many times I mustered up the courage to walk in front of him—thinking that it would be fine for you to beat me and scold me, and I would admit it, who told me to like you, but don't ignore me anymore, okay?

The indifferent Mr. X glanced at me indifferently and then walked away indifferently.

It really doesn't feel too bad.

Mr. X like this is very familiar, um, it was like when the school just started last semester.

I remembered the scene when I first met him.

In fact, my memory is not very good. Until now, I can't remember all the names of the people in the class.

My mother said it was because my brain was born with no strings.

I think she just wanted to be cheap, and gave me Sanlu milk powder when I was a child.

But I remembered Mr. X at first sight.

Not because of his face.

At the beginning of school, the people in the class were very noisy, and the whole classroom was noisy.

Mr. X is regarded as the "heterogeneous" in the classroom. It has been a long time since school started, and he has never smiled.

I don't think he knows how good-looking he is when he smiles.

Sitting in the first row by the window, looking out of the window from time to time, it takes several minutes, even ten minutes.

I can't see his expression.

I also looked out the window.

It was night, and there was nothing in the sky except the moon, and no stars could be seen.

I figured it out later, that should be the direction of his home.

his real home.

home with parents...

I think that night should have left a deep shadow on him.

After all, the little brother was half-forcibly held in the hand by another man, and his body was squeezed out, and he was kissed until his mouth was full.

For a normal man, it would indeed feel disgusting and uncomfortable.