I secretly liked you for the past ten years

Those who don't leave at this time are fools.

Wang Ziwen quickly grabbed the dumb boy next to him, got into the car and ran away.

The more he thought about it on the way, the more funny it became, Wang Ziwen couldn't help but laugh, but Mao Xiaoyu was still staring blankly, obviously frightened.Wang Ziwen glanced at him, suddenly had bad thoughts again, and deliberately said, "President Du is really bold, this person comes and goes, and there are quite a few people who know his car."

Mao Xiaoyu choked and coughed, and made two huh-oh.

While driving, Wang Ziwen raised his arm to touch Mao Xiaoyu's shoulder, teasingly said, "Have you ever been so unrestrained?"

Mao Xiaoyu hurriedly waved her hand: "No, no."

Wang Ziwen winked at him and teased him, "Don't you want to try?"

Mao Xiaoyu shuddered all over, and ran back without making a sound.

The prince smiled and said, "I really want to try it." He glanced at the rearview mirror and said with satisfaction, "My car is quite big."

"..."

Mao Xiaoyu suddenly felt that Wang Ziwen was the reincarnation of an embarrassing god, how could he be so bewildered and embarrassed?The point is that this guy feels good about himself at first glance. He must feel that he is very suave, humorous, and immersed in the halo of God he created with a smile on his face. This... this is embarrassing enough.

It's better not to call it a prince, just call it a prince...

Isn't Wenwen called Mao Gaga... Hey, I have a headache.

Mao Xiaoyu couldn't stop complaining in her heart, when the car suddenly shook, her head almost hit the ceiling.

It really came from nothing, the car drove somewhere, and it started to jingle, rattle, and shake, and he jumped up after a jolt, which looked like intermittent convulsions.Wang Ziwen said apologetically from the side, "This road hasn't... duang! It's been repaired, I forgot, it's all dirt... duang! Dirt road, bear with it... duang! Take a moment."

So the two walked forward with difficulty for a certain distance amidst the sound of duangduang. Wang Ziwen still did not forget to show his cold jokes all the time, and laughed, "Hey, it's quite fun, like a massage chair," Wang Ziwen felt After a while, he suddenly got excited and said, "How about this, don't restrain your movements, just sway with the vibration, relax, sway, relax again, swing up, hahaha, do you look like a loach?"

Mao Xiaoyu: "..."

This classmate, I haven't seen you for many years, what have you experienced?

The prince smelled himself haha ​​for a long time, but Mao Xiaoyu's face became paler, he didn't want to laugh at all, but wanted to cry with his face covered.

Hey, my unforgettable youth when I fed the dog...

Wang Ziwen smiled and found that the air was a bit cold, he stopped laughing slowly, and put on a straight face, saying solemnly, "Actually, little feather, you won't suffer a lot if you're with me."

Mao Xiaoyu bit her lip and pretended to be dead, and continued to complain in her heart: Yes, I don't suffer, I thought so before, but today the three views are completely broken into scum, okay?What about the male god?It's just a man insane.

Mao Xiaoyu suddenly came to his senses, put aside that blindly obsessed fan filter, and saw this man go crazy from a distance, he had actually seen through the nature of this guy long ago—is he stupid, do you know that he is stupid?What kind of halo of God, it's just a roe deer skin.

Suddenly, I wanted to poke my eyes.

Wang Ziwen never imagined that he stood on the altar and was worshiped by others for ten years, but when he wanted to chase him, his image was completely ruined.

Painful realization.

Er Que Wang was still intoxicated with himself, trying to continue to seduce him with his shining eyes and charming smile, obviously not aware that the effect of the beautiful pictures he brought with him was gradually fading away, so he continued to fool around tenderly, "Look , let me tell you, first, I look good, right?"

Mao Xiaoyu took a deep breath and nodded silently.Even if you wake up, you have to admit it...

"Then you see, I'm not in good shape, I've developed muscles all over my body, my hands are long and my feet are long, and everything is pretty long."

Wang Ziwen drove a car cryptically, but unfortunately the other side was indifferent and only let out a silent oh.

Wang Ziwen thought about it, such a reserved person as Mao Xiaoyu must not be able to understand the meaning of the joke, so it's better to say it bluntly.Isn't it easy to boast about yourself?For such a perfect person as me, isn't it full of strengths all over my body, I can't finish boasting for three days and three nights.

So he smiled and said, "Third, you haven't tried it. You know the technology in that area, and it's amazing."

Hearing this, Mao Xiaoyu finally couldn't bear it anymore, raised her head and glanced at him, as if thinking of some tragic past, silently gritted her teeth, and secretly rolled her eyes.

He gritted his teeth and thought: croaking Jiba, who are you fooling?

Wang Ziwen boasted all the way, and Mao Xiaoyu complained all the time, but he also complained in his heart, and his face was still the same cowardly, until Wang Ziwen sent him home, he didn't say a word, and let him complain all the time Chun, finally closed the door quickly with relief.

But the complaints are all complaints, after entering the door, I still couldn't help but quietly rubbed to the balcony, and didn't look away silently until Wang Ziwen's car went away.

He felt that he should be tougher. After ten years, he finally waited for this person to face him squarely and to have a relationship with him. No matter what, he should show a little temper and abuse him.

but……

Whether you say he is cowardly or cowardly, Mao Xiaoyu still finds that he simply cannot bear to make Wang Ziwen feel bad.

He really wanted to tell him everything about the past, to blame him, to accuse him, to cry, and even to beat him up, but...but he was still so worthless, no matter how hard he tried to ignore it, the most important thing in his heart at this moment was The true feelings are still...unbearably happy.

He was really happy, so happy.

He never thought that the person whom he worshiped and missed for a whole ten years would one day look at him seriously and say to him seriously: I like you, I want to be with you, I want to take care of Wenwen with you.

Let's take care of Wenwen together... But that idiot, you were supposed to take care of her, okay?

Mao Xiaoyu puffed her cheeks, then became happy again, and walked to a cabinet, took out the sketchbooks he had collected for ten years, and flipped through them one by one.

Each one recorded his joyful and timid mood at that time, but after rereading it from the beginning, the happy mood gradually subsided, and he slowly became dazed again.

In fact, thinking about it this way, in ten years, the only memory that really made him happy was the short first year.

Then there are endless thoughts and unbearable suffering.

He never blamed Wang Ziwen, on the contrary, even if the source of all the pain was because of him, every time he thought of that man, he still felt that this man named Wang Ziwen was the only salvation he could rely on in his gloomy past.

At that time, he fainted from the severe pain, and he thought he was going to be beaten to death like this.He clearly felt that several ribs were broken, he vomited blood all over the floor, his eyes were so painful that he couldn't open his eyes, and his whole body was twitching.He still doesn't know why those people are so vicious at such a young age, what fun is there in abusing others?Is it fun to watch other people suffer?But he couldn't bear the tyranny of so many people at all, and tried his best to resist, but in the end he was almost beaten to death.

At that time, he thought, forget it, just die, live such a useless life, and be looked down upon everywhere, why not just die.

What are you doing alive?Both my parents abandoned me because of this body, and indirectly because I abandoned my grandma. I have dragged my grandma down for so many years, so it's better to just let it go and stop making her work so hard.

After living for 17 years, at least I was happy for such a short year, and liking such a beautiful person is enough.

He really wanted to die at that time, but he didn't know at the time that death is not such a painful thing, on the contrary, living in hell is the most painful thing.

When he woke up again, seeing grandma's eyes red and swollen from crying, he instinctively felt distressed, called grandma, and then burst into tears together.

But there were so many people around, and only his grandma was crying for him. The expressions of other people were too complicated for him to read. He just felt that everyone was looking at him like a monster, without even a trace of pity.

He lay on the hospital bed for two months, not wanting to waste any more money, and left the hospital in a half-healthy body.At that time, he loved grandma so much, he made up his mind to be strong, let others say whatever they said, and continued to fight with his life if he wanted to fight.

But when he got to school, he found out that no one beat him anymore, but the secret he had kept secret for 17 years was revealed to the public without warning.

Only then did Mao Xiaoyu know what it was to be beaten up?Those insults that are sharper than knives are the ones that really make life worse than death.

He had forgotten how long he had been in those vicious rumors, but suddenly one day, he couldn't hear anything.

Can't see anything, can't hear anything, looking at the sunrise and sunset outside the window like a walking dead, and then staring blankly at the figure that will never appear under the basketball hoop, watching the day pass by, and then Go ahead and start your day blankly.

At first people said that he was sick, and he vaguely heard it.But for the first time, he felt that what the man said was right. He was sick, and he himself felt that he was sick, but he didn't feel anything. He felt that he was just consuming it day by day, and then he couldn't open his eyes any more. , everything is over.

But before that day, grandma took him home.He went home obediently, and then he didn't go out again. At most, he went to the top of the building for a walk. Looking at the ants-like crowd below, he felt that it would be very comfortable to jump from here, and he would be very happy as if he was flying.

Even at that time, he was thinking, if he flew up, would he see that person?

That young man who has always been as handsome and gentle as an eagle in his eyes, if I also fly, can I see you again?

But he still didn't dance after all, he just went up to the rooftop for a turn from time to time, and then reluctantly came down again.

He is reluctant to part with grandma, even if she is so skinny and her eyes look like a dead person, it is better to be alive after all, he just took a knife and scratched the bottom thing fiercely, grandma was about to cry and go blind, really dead If it is too late, grandma will not be able to survive.

After all, she was just like me, and we only had each other.

At that time, he couldn't really hear anything, and he had no concept of what depression was. He just felt that there was nothing to look forward to every day. The only thing that could make him sober was the occasional sound from outside the window. A few boys downstairs were playing basketball. The sound of laughter.

Even though he was terminally ill, listening to those voices, he still couldn't help laughing. After laughing, he was in a daze again. He went to the rooftop, looked at the clouds floating in the sky, stayed there for a whole day, and then laughed for a whole day. .

Then on an unknown day, Mao Xiaoyu vaguely noticed that a gentle female voice began to ring in his ears.

It was the sound of the radio. Grandma might have noticed that he would only react when he heard the sound of basketball, so he bought a radio and put it on the sports radio channel, playing it 24 hours a day, hoping that he would be happier.

Then he really became happy, at least he didn't fall asleep any more, he wouldn't keep his eyes open all night, and he wouldn't climb to the roof during the day, watching the traffic downstairs with his eyes blanked in a daze.

He became quieter, his consciousness was no longer blank, and he was able to concentrate a little bit, willing to listen carefully to what was said on the radio.

It was a very gentle female voice, clean and soft, and he was about to fall in love with her.Every day he held the radio and listened to her introduce many stars, listened to her play many accompaniment songs commonly used by cheerleaders, and heard her talk about which youth basketball cup was held again, and which university team returned triumphantly again.

Gradually, he began to be able to think. Apart from being at a loss, he finally began to have emotions, but he still felt sad for the person in his memory.If there hadn't been that car accident, maybe he could have heard that person's name on the radio. He has always been so good and should have been famous far and wide, but he can't hear it now, and he won't be able to hear it in his lifetime.

He wondered blankly: Is that person's leg injury better?

Will you still be sad?So a person who likes basketball, if he can't play for the rest of his life, will he be more desperate than himself?

He curled up in the corner, thinking blankly every day: senior, where are you now?

He didn't know how long such decadent days had passed, and then on a very ordinary day, he turned on the radio again, nestled under the quilt, held the thing in his arms and listened quietly.

The female voice began to speak again, and he felt very quiet in his heart, so he closed his eyes silently.

"It's time to order songs again. A gentleman's message touched me today. I decided to join him in a team to fulfill his wish today." The female voice smiled and laid the groundwork for a few words, and started to connect with that gentleman, " You left a message saying that today is that person’s birthday, so you really want to order a song for him, don’t you?”

The male voice also smiled, his voice was gentle and pleasant, like a clear spring.

"He once told me about his birthday. I'm not sure if it's the lunar calendar or the solar calendar. Let's try both. Today is the solar calendar birthday. He's an adult."

The announcer asked, "Is it your sweetheart? You have such a heart."

The male voice sighed softly and said, "He is a fan who likes me very much. I used to love playing basketball."

The announcer seemed to have heard the implication, and asked cautiously, "Why did you say it was before?"

"I was in a car accident, and one leg was crippled, and I can no longer run and jump," the male voice was silent for a moment, but smiled again, "However, the recovery is not bad, and I can walk slowly, at least not completely useless." Drop it, and I'm satisfied."

The announcer apologized, "Sorry, I shouldn't have asked."

The male voice smiled and said, "Although I was really desperate, but after a long time, I gradually let go. It's just... There was a person who wanted to let go, but now his legs can walk, but he found that he still let go. No more."

The announcer laughed, "Is that the person you want to order?"

"Yeah, he is my fan and he likes to watch me play. At that time, I was afraid that he would be disappointed, so I was scared. I didn't dare to contact him, and I didn't want him to see me in such a mess. I couldn't even stand up." Get up, like a useless person..." The male voice was silent for a while, and then said, "Now I finally feel better and have the courage again, I thought I'd explain it to him and meet him, but... I went to find him He was nowhere to be found."

The announcer regretted, "So you're trying to find someone on our broadcast?"

"No, he probably doesn't listen to the radio. I haven't heard him say it before. I just remembered that today is his birthday. Whether he can hear it or not, I want to order a song for him and tell him... In fact, I'm fine, and I haven't been completely abolished, and I won't accomplish nothing in the future, I just hope...he can remember me well, so don't be too disappointed in me."

The announcer seemed a little moved, and comforted, "Maybe there is something wrong with him? If you have really longed for it, you will not give up so easily, right? You also think about the good, maybe he heard it today, and he will How about taking the initiative to contact you?"

The male voice smiled and said, "I hope so."

The background music gradually sounded, which was the prelude to the on-demand song. The announcer finally said, "Then you can say one last message. What you want to say to him most, I hope he can know what's in his heart."

The male voice hummed, paused, and called out with a smile, "Hey, little Mao Mao."

"Little Maomao, if you hear me, you should know who I am. I haven't seen you for a year, and I don't know where you are. Are you avoiding me on purpose? I'm so disappointed in me. But... I told you Those words about conquering the world are not casual words. Maybe I will not be able to play again in the future, but I will go another way, let the world see me again and affirm me again. I really hope that one day I will I still have your support by my side, and I can still be the same as before, you can record my progress bit by bit, you can look at me every day, say that I am the most powerful person in the world, and you will always support me."

"But if you give up on me, I can understand, then I wish you can realize your dream, become the agent of the basketball team, support a star you like, and go to the top with that person .That used to be my dream too, if you can fulfill it for me, I will be very happy too."

The male voice gave a final smile, and said softly, "Little Maomao, I am very glad to meet you. I will remember the way you chased me every day and cheered me up desperately. Then... happy birthday, I wish you happiness .”

The sound faded away little by little, and the background music gradually amplified, and then amplified again, but he couldn't hear a single note. He just curled up in the quilt blankly. Are intertwined tears.