My destined love

The cursor on the computer was flashing rhythmically. I stared at it for a long time, my fingers resting on the keyboard, and I didn't type a word for a long time.Question at the beginning of the document: How did the European literary work "Don Quixote" create a contradictory and complex tragicomedy image during the Renaissance?I have read it N times over and over again, but I haven't read a single word.I closed the word in a irritated mood, opened the browser, hesitated for a long time, typed the four words "hostage complex" in the search bar, and then pressed Enter.

The entry of "Stockholm Syndrome" jumped into my sight. The scene that happened in the office of the student union yesterday kept recurring in my mind. It is hard for me to describe the mood at that moment. I only remember the moment when he leaned over , I still have expectations.Scrolling the mouse down, the more I looked, the more upset I became. I analyzed my psychology with reference to the entry explanation. I must be afraid of being abused. Facing his sudden friendly attitude, I felt a deformed sense of security in my heart. , It is this sense of security that makes me temporarily dependent on him, a dependence similar to love.

That's right!It must be so!I closed the computer roughly and yelled as if to vent my anger.

"Fuck you crazy!" Ou Nan was startled by me.

"Yes, give me medicine quickly." I said sullenly while lying on the computer.

"I don't have any medicine," he smiled evilly, "What about seeds? High-definition."

"...No, I'm not in the mood."

"You can't be crooked, right? When a normal man is in a bad mood, he just watches a movie and jerks off."

"Bend your sister!" As if being hit to the nail, I grabbed the paper on the table and threw it at his face.

"Hahahaha, I'm angry from embarrassment! But as a good brother, I don't mind sacrificing once for you, come on, please don't fuck me carelessly..." He pulled off his collar with a look of death on his face.

"NMB!" I jumped up and rushed to beat him.

He laughed and fought back, shouting: "Help me! Help me! Kill me!"

In the chaos, Bai Bin also joined us in the battle, he was obviously helping Ou Nan, I was flanked from front to back, I turned my head and called Zhu Shiyu to help, Zhu Shiyu watched the fun with a smile, completely ignoring my plea for help.I was no match for four hands with two fists, and I was gradually at a disadvantage. I simply changed my tactics and concentrated on attacking Ou Nan, pinching his waist and tickling him.

"Hahahaha... Rao Che your sister...don't...don't scratch...hahahahaha..." How could I stop here, turn around and start attacking Bai Bin when Ou Nan was laughing to the point that he lost his strength.

"Rao Che," Zhu Shiyu stood by the door more than once, his hand was still resting on the handle, maintaining the posture of opening the door, his expression was a little unnatural, "Someone is looking for you."

I broke free from Bai Bin's hand, stepped over Ou Nan who was lying on the ground laughing, and kicked his ass, and walked to the door, Zhu Shiyu took a step back, revealing Liu Yuechen's face outside the door.

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For the first time, I found that our school has a good environment, surrounded by green trees, flowing water, and cute birds singing on the branches.

"Are you going home at eleven?" asked the person next to him.

"Go back." I turned my face away to look at the boys playing on the basketball court.

In just one day, my feelings for him became very strange, from disgust and fear to embarrassment.

"Have you bought the ticket yet?" He abruptly found a topic.

"I ordered it online during the summer vacation. You know, the pre-sale is [-] days in advance. If you don't start early, it will be gone haha..." I laughed dryly.

"I'll go back too," he said.

Then there was no words... The two of us just walked side by side, found a bench under the shade of a tree and sat down.I looked up and watched the wind passing through the treetops, the sun shining through the gaps in the leaves, and the picture was very peaceful.Just when I was about to fall asleep, a long and narrow box was stuffed in my hand.

"What is this?" I opened the box, and there was a pen inside.

"It's for you," he said.

pay?I hold the pen, and the memories are flooding.

On the first day of junior high school, the school opened a hard pen calligraphy class, but I forgot to bring a pen on the first day. Before the calligraphy class, I lay on the desk and watched other students busy filling ink into the pen. It was very, very unhappy.When class was about to start, I vaguely heard someone calling my name, and I looked up and saw my dear Mummy standing at the door of the class with a small bag, and I ran happily to take what she was holding.

"You child is so sloppy, you forgot to bring everything you prepared." She scolded me in a low voice.

I cheerfully took out the pen from the bag, and was about to unscrew it, when she stopped me and said, "I've filled the ink for you, and if you want to fill it yourself, it must be all over your body. Oh, yes, today What would you like to eat tonight?"

"Oilfish." I said casually.

"Okay, I'll go back first, you go to class well." She helped me straighten the hem of my clothes.

"Okay~" When I returned to my seat, I found that Liu Yuechen who was sitting in the back row was looking at me with a gloomy expression.At that time, I didn't have much contact with him. This kid had better grades than me, was taller than me, and had a cold temper. He never laughed or made trouble all day long. My tragic life has just begun.

After school, I was on duty, and I was walking home alone. There were not many people on the road. I saw Liu Yuechen standing by the fence, with long legs, looking very cool.

"Come here." He ordered me.

I foolishly followed him into an alley, and then I was slapped in the face for no reason.I was stunned, unable to cry with my face covered, he grabbed my schoolbag, unzipped it, dumped all the contents on the ground, picked up my pencil case, and took out the pen.

"What are you doing?" I just realized it, but I didn't dare to stop him.

"This pen is pretty good." He said, with a hoarse tone unique to boys in the voice-changing period.

"What, what's the matter..." I was so afraid that he would do something to my pen.

He didn't answer, unscrewed the pen, tore the inner tank in two, and threw it heavily on the ground, the remaining ink splashed on my school uniform.My tears finally fell, and I squatted on the ground in humiliation to pick up books and stationery.

"If you dare to tell the teacher or parents, you will die!" He turned and left, and I squatted on the ground with my schoolbag in my arms for a long time, until I finished crying and then went home.

That was the first time he bullied me, until now I don't know why he didn't like me, but it's all old things, even though the perpetrators are sitting next to me very friendly now, I I don't want to ask anymore.I stroked the logo on the pen with my thumb. I have heard of this brand. It is quite expensive. I smiled and put the pen back into the box: "No, this is much more expensive than my original pen. I can't accept it."

"Don't like it?" His tone was a little unnoticeable.

"No, I haven't used a pen for a long time." I'm telling the truth. In college, except for copying notes and taking exams, I basically never took a pen, let alone a pen.

He was silent, reaching out to take the box, looking at his lonely expression, I was confused again: "Then, I'd better keep it..." After I finished speaking, I wished I could slap myself, this is the third stage of Stockholm Syndrome Did he actually feel sympathy for Liu Yuechen! !

He was a little shocked when he heard this, and then he stood up and said, "I still have something to do. Should I return the pen to him after I regret it?

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