"Activities" You and the things around you

I organized the language.

then……

I refused.

I don't know why I refused, but when I realized it, I had already refused...

In this world, many things are very strange. Many times you will do something subconsciously without any thinking.

Now I think I probably just didn't want to bother him, because it wasn't really a big injury, it was just a general scrape.

It's normal to get injured while playing basketball.

And one night during the winter vacation, he mentioned that the Band-Aid was stuffed in his bag by his mother, who he hadn't seen for several months.

Mr. X also bought another box of band-aids to keep in the bedroom, and usually only uses that box.

He didn't tell me, but I think he must miss his mother very much...

Mr. X heard my refusal, so he continued to work hard on the questions.

Mr. X likes to use needle-tube pens, and the slender pen tip keeps rubbing against the paper surface, making a rustling sound.

"I have tissues and the wound is dirty."

Suddenly, a voice sounded.

The very deserted voice is very prominent in Rusha's graffiti.

I turned my head away.

Mr. X still did not put down the pen in his hand, lowered his head, and could see circles of hair sieging the city.

You can see the tips of his ears, which are partly visible, bright red.Pursing his lips in small movements...

After I realized it, I said almost immediately, "Then...do I use it?"

Although the wound was not very dirty, it was just a little dust on the ground...

I really can't see Mr. X pursing his lips.

Just after wiping the wound clean with a paper towel, I heard Mr. X's cold voice: "My band-aid is a big lump."

It would be a fool to refuse at this time.

Looking at Mr. X, whose ears were reddish and still buried his head desperately, I suppressed the corners of my lips that were desperately trying to turn up.

Brewing a tone, so that it does not sound so happy,

"Then... do I use it?"

Then, I saw Mr. X turned his head and stared at me. Although it was only a few seconds, I still read the information contained in it--

If I'm not this big one but this small one, wouldn't you fucking use it? :

Then I skillfully pulled out the band-aid and stuck it on my wound.

I was a little dizzy during the whole process, Mr. X put the band-aid on me just now, right...

It seems to blow on my wound, well, it is very warm and comfortable...

How to describe...

It's so comfortable that I'm almost stoned...

Mr. X's fingertips were icy, and they touched my knee when putting on the bandage, and the whole knee quickly became numb...

Well, the band-aid is really big, just covering such a big wound on my knee.

The medicine on the bandage is Yunnan Baiyao, which is icy cold and very comfortable.

2018.4.5

Well, today is Ching Ming Festival, I am standing in front of X’s house and typing, um, Mr. X is at home, I just saw that his bedroom and living room are lit downstairs.

Mr. X, who is afraid of the dark and ghosts, always likes to turn on the lights in the living room at night-because the lights in the living room are the brightest.

This week, the school basketball team's recruiting competition began.

After all kinds of twists and turns, I became a substitute.

I shamelessly begged the coach for a long time, and asked him to arrange Mr. X to take me to practice, and he nodded in agreement yesterday.

I want to tell Mr. X about this.

Maybe he doesn't care about it, maybe it's the same for him to take anyone.

But I always thought, let's take this opportunity as an excuse to step into his room again, the room full of strawberry smell.

Once again calm down and chat with him like before.

Do nothing, just chat.

Every time I chat with him, I feel unexpectedly relaxed.

Mr. X doesn't even know how good he is, how much people want to get close to him...

I bought a lot of strawberry yogurt not long ago and filled the refrigerator.

I thought that if I was lucky this time, he promised not to hide from me in the future, and I would give him a box of strawberry yogurt every day in the future.

Put it on the table, or directly in his hand.

If he won't accept my yogurt, I'll play tricks.

Unpack the yogurt and put the straw directly to his lips, and then say, "You touch the mouth of the straw, how can you waste it!"

Thinking of this scene several times, I couldn't help rolling on the bed several times.

I wondered, after all this time, would it be natural for him to come here every day to get yogurt?

Do you think I'm a more important person?

Suddenly, I felt that I was living more and more, so naive.

But this naive idea is my only wish this year.

If conditions permit, I think I will make a confession.

This is not my whim, but the decision I made after more than a month of consideration.

I want to tell him that I really like him.

Tell him that his eyes are really beautiful and the tear mole is really alluring.

Tell him if he doesn't suggest us being together, okay, the kind of being together for a lifetime, as long as you don't leave, I will never let go of your hand.

Tell him... I really want to kiss you.

I clenched the key in my hand, mustered up the courage, and begged God to bless me!

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There was movement at the door, YY was taken aback, there were garbled characters behind it