bitter fireworks

Some people say that "happiness is like a flower", but after all, flowers will wither, so happiness will eventually wither.

Our inseparable relationship lasted until 2005. Although the uncles and aunts in the middle also urged Zhichun to talk about marriage, he refused because of his young age.My situation is similar, I always prevaricate my mother by saying that I am not in a hurry, although I feel a little guilty, but as long as I can be with Zhichun, I will forget everything, and I believe that in this life, apart from him, there is nothing else that can tempt me up!

We just spend time with our respective families, but I feel very uneasy in my heart. I always feel that we are a bit self-deceiving and muddling along. This kind of confusion is not what I am after, but there is no better way, so I can only live like this ...

Just when Super Girl was popular all over the country, Zhichun and I stayed in front of the TV every episode. At that time, I liked listening to Jane Zhang’s songs, but Zhichun liked He Jie’s cuteness. The two of us always sent text messages to support each other. The "goddess" in my mind, sometimes he will take care of me and support Jane Zhang under my supervision, hehe, he often accommodates me.Although we don't like to fall in love with girls and are not interested in women in terms of sex, women also have a beautiful side, and women also have things that we appreciate. This is an undeniable fact.

Once, when we were watching TV, we couldn't help kissing, and we didn't lock the door at that time, but at this time, my uncle opened the door and came in to talk to Zhichun about the contract. I was stunned, unable to speak for a long time, and I was also dumbfounded, I just felt flushed, embarrassed, and my eyes didn't dare to meet my uncle. He said hello and ran away.I guess Zhichun was in a worse situation than me at the time, because he was at his house, and it was his father. How could they feel as a father and son in front of such a scene?

I ran all the way back home, and my mother wondered why I didn't live at Zhichun's house and came home so late.I lowered my head, not daring to face my mother's eyes, let alone her concern. My son disappointed her so much. If my uncle told her what happened tonight, I really didn't dare to think about my mother. What will happen, I feel depressed and messed up like I have done something outrageous, and I am more afraid. Hiding in the quilt, I shiver, curl up my legs, pull my hair, and keep blaming myself , Constantly tortured himself.What's wrong with me?Did I do the most nasty thing in the world?I love a man and is my best brother and friend, am I out of my head, am I out of my mind?

Something that I have never encountered before happened tonight, and I was "caught in bed" by Zhichun's father. How should I face them in the future?And will Zhichun get beaten?Thinking of this, I finally let go of my shameful self-esteem, and began to worry about Zhichun's situation. I dialed Zhichun's number, but the phone kept beeping, but no one answered.My God, is Zhichun being punished?Should I take a look?No, absolutely not, my going will undoubtedly make things worse, should I just sit and wait?What can I do?Or send a message and ask.

"Zhichun, are you okay?" I thought for a long time but only sent these few words

There was no movement for a long time, and I just looked at the screen of my phone so stupidly, as if I was afraid of missing the 500 million winning information.I'm really about to collapse, the fear I've never had is always entangled in my heart, the heart-wrenching pain.

"It's okay, let's go to bed early!" I finally received Zhichun's message, and I sighed with relief.

However, this is destined to be a sleepless night. I was thinking wildly all night. I was really afraid of the dawn and the sun. Could it be that we are destined to never see the sun, or to be forever dark?

I can't change the facts, and I can't turn things around, I can only hide in the quilt, in that deep, deep melancholy, waiting for tomorrow's storm...

I kept crying in my dream. I dreamed that Zhichun left me. I dreamed that my uncles and aunts were blaming me. I dreamed that my mother was weeping. I am a prisoner, waiting for the condemnation of conscience and the torture of morality. The only thing I can do is to let tears wash away my bleeding heart...