I am miserable by being attacked by the social bully

Liao Muqiu lowered his eyelids, and the corner of his mouth slightly curved into a small arc.

At that moment, I felt that I seemed to see through something.

On Thursday afternoon, I ran into Reet on the street.

At that time, Reet was standing in front of a paint stall arguing about something, I shouted behind him a few times, seeing that he didn't respond to me, I went forward to find out the situation.

Reet didn't notice me, and was still arguing with the young man in front of him, the content is as follows:

"Are you a thief?" Reet asked the youth.

The young man replied: "You are the thief, and your whole family are all thieves!"

"Oh, sorry, my wording is not elegant, let me change it." Reet thought for a few seconds, and then said, "Are you a thief?"

The young man stared, "I'll steal your whole family!"

"I saw it!" Reet pointed at the young man, emotionally, "I saw that painting! Don't deny it, I searched Baidu when I got home, and Baidu said that the painting was called 'Elizabeth's Tears'."

"Tear your mother!" The young man spat at Reet, "Believe it or not, I called the police if you made up any more nonsense?"

"Okay! You report it!" Reet waved his big hand, and said something that made the young man vomit blood, "What's your phone number? I'll save it first."

Reet took out his mobile phone as he spoke, ignoring the young man's increasingly pale face, and urged, "Speak up! Tell me so I can call the police!"

The young man took a deep breath and rubbed his palms. Immediately, he heard only the clicking of moving joints.The young man moved his neck leisurely and sneered, "What did you say?"

"A phone number!" Reet replied, unaware of the danger ahead.

The young man chuckled twice, "I'll give you another chance—three seconds, get out of my sight immediately."

Reet put down the phone, "Don't be like this, let's get to know each other anyway."

"one--"

Reet tried hard to persuade, "Even if you don't want to tell me your phone number, you still have to tell me your name? You see, we have met four times by chance. If nothing happens, we will be sorry for what God has given us. Opportunity!"

"two--"

Reet persisted, "The Buddha said, looking back five hundred times in the previous life is only in exchange for a shoulder rub in this life. Even if you don't believe me, you should believe in the Buddha, right?"

"three--"

As soon as the young man finished speaking, Reet immediately knelt down and hugged his head, shouting, "Kick wherever you want, don't kick your face!"

I looked at Reet silently, I really didn't want to go forward and pat him on the shoulder as usual to chat and say hello to him.

Fortunately, the young man didn't really want to hit people in the street. He just looked at Reet helplessly for a while, then sat back in front of the stall silently, ignoring Reet who was squatting on the ground and shaking his head.

Reet was frightened for a few minutes, and seeing that the young man had no real action, he started to liven up again.He stepped on his feet, moved his buttocks, and sat next to the young man at his feet regardless of the young man's objection.

After a while, he knocked on the young man's paint, and his hand was knocked off by the young man;

The young man's face was getting greener and greener due to Reet, but Reet didn't have the consciousness to stop. He stood up and raised his hand, pressing it directly on the young man's fair face, and squeezed it twice maliciously, laughing like a Like two hundred and five.

I'm so embarrassed to tell you that I knew Reet.

Reet didn't laugh for long, though.Because this time, the young man probably couldn't take it anymore, he stopped slapping Reet's hand, and slapped Reet directly on the face.

It was so loud that I could hear it even ten meters away from Reet.

"What are you following me for?" the young man questioned Reet.

"Didn't you tell me? I know your details." Reet replied to the young man, "You are a thief."

Youth angry, "You are a thief!"

"Sorry, I made a mistake again." Reet corrected: "You are a thief."

After hearing this, the young man repeated his previous lines, "I'll steal your whole family!"

Reet shook his head, "You don't have that ability, you can't steal my whole family, at most you can steal me."

The young man smiled angrily, "What did I steal from you?"

Reet smiled, looked at the young man, put away his previous cynical attitude, and replied seriously: "My heart."

Sometimes, there are many things that we cannot explain, such as the passage of time, or the beginning of love.

A book once wrote that studying the occurrence of a love is almost as difficult as exploring the origin of the universe.

When I was young and ignorant, I often thought about what love is, but the results without exception were nothing.

For this reason, I went to have a few love affairs on purpose, trying my best to make the woman happy.Send flowers, send snacks, send clothes, send handicrafts and cosmetics...

As long as it is recorded in the book, I basically gave it all, but unfortunately I still didn't go to the end with the other party.

My friends always say it's because of me. When in love, you can't just know how to give things, but also learn to adjust the atmosphere between each other.This atmosphere has a scientific name in the book, commonly known as - romantic.

So I also walked from home to school in the pouring rain just to give the girl an umbrella; I waited for 45 minutes in front of the girl’s classroom under the scorching sun just to take a bite of her favorite popsicle when she came out; In the heavy snow, he took off his coat and put it on the woman's head, escorting her from school all the way back to her home, and finally walked back to his home shivering with the coat in his arms against the cold, like years. I can't complain to friends or family members when I feel aggrieved, I have to swallow everything in my heart.

Leave all the good things to the woman, and all the bad things will be carried by yourself.

But even with such dedication, every time they say they want to break up, their reason is only three words - inappropriate.

Eason Chan sang in a song that love is doubt, love is jealousy, and love is an almost fantasy truth.Although I don't quite understand the meaning of this lyric, I think it is quite appropriate.

We all know that love is based on liking. When someone confesses to you, even if you don't like the other person, it cannot be denied that most people are happy in their hearts.

Half of this joy comes from vanity and half from narcissism.

When the young man heard Reet confessing his love to him, the slap that was raised high and ready to slap it also abruptly turned in mid-air.

"I don't believe in love at first sight," Reet said, "but I only thought about it until last week."

After finishing speaking, he hugged the young man, "I don't know what I like about you, but the strange thing is that I think about you every day. It's not endless thoughts, but intermittent thoughts. After eating, I will think of you." You, I will think of you when I make a phone call, and I will think of you when I watch the picture on the TV screen, even when I go to the bathroom, I will think of you..."

"I think I'm sick." Reet looked into the young man's eyes and said slowly, "And this sickness—it will only get better if I see you."

I seldom see Reet looking serious. Most of the time, he is in the same state as Liao Muqiu. He is a funny type, but a little bit more rational than Liao Muqiu, but he is still a dick like Liao Muqiu.

Of course, me too.

Although I think Reet's words are very affectionate and can even be called nasty, but it cannot be denied that the young man was moved by him.

This statement can be seen from the fact that Reet hugged him but he didn't push Reet away.

After that, Reet hugged the young man and said a lot, but I didn't continue to eavesdrop because I left.

My subconscious is telling me they need separate space.

On the way home, I thought about the last relationship I had two years ago.

19. I am a story teller.

The woman is a gentle and virtuous girl with superior family conditions. She owns a medium-sized asset management company. She is a strong woman who is soft on the inside and strong on the outside—at least that's what the marriage agency said.

The blind date was forced by my mother, and the place for the first meeting was a coffee shop that looked a little upscale in environment and tasted a bit upscale in taste.She was wearing a brown trench coat and was sitting by the window.

"I'm a storyteller."

The first sentence of the meeting was also her opening speech.A bit strong, but I like the directness.

As she said, she is a storyteller.When I found out, it was the third month after we fell in love, before she got along with me, at a certain entertainment banquet, she became addicted to drugs.

Her control over the drugs is getting weaker and weaker, and the company is nothing but a shell, and the funds are long gone.Even several times, she curled up on my bed and took drugs in front of me, even though she was not sane at that time.

"You can't tell my parents."

She was leaning against the corner, unkempt, and I could hardly remember her plain face when I first saw her.The smile on the corner of his mouth was as elegant as ever.

"You can't send me to the police station, you can't send me to a drug rehabilitation center, you can't send me anywhere, I'm at your home."

She said, "I'll just watch you like this for the rest of my life."

"You don't have a lifetime." I met her dim and sunken eyes and told her, "You are dying."

She shook her head and looked at me with mocking eyes, "Don't think I don't know, you're cheating outside."

I was silent for a while, and finally admitted the statement, "Because you are going to die."

"Is she as beautiful as me?" She asked with a trembling voice