call me palatan

It took Chi Tan a total of a week to digest this outrageous fact.

Although there were early signs, Chi Tan did not look for Fu Quming again this week, but staged one drama after another in his heart, thinking about whether his feelings for Fu Quming were love or just love. It is an attachment born of loneliness.

Because to a certain extent, the boundaries between these two emotions are indeed very blurred, and the only difference may be that the second kind is still controllable.

Yeah, obviously for them the second relationship is normal and can go on.First of all, they are teachers and students; second, they are all...all boys.Under the obstruction of this kind of double taboo, anyone who encounters it has to think about it.How can it.In this world nowadays, everyone can't wait to raise the flag to shout that everyone is equal, love as much as you want, confess now!But how can it be.Hey, after all, there are many invisible shackles in life in the world.So it might not be that Chi Tan doesn't have an accurate answer, it's just that he doesn't know how to admit it, and he just doesn't dare to admit it when he thinks of the consequences.

But feelings are such things that you can’t escape. As long as that person appears, you may attack your heart at any time, making you dare not lift your head or look at your eyes; when he is not there, it will be even more lovesick. sick.The figure of that person may come to your mind in any form, even if it's just one person, your own solitary orgies.

These small emotions surrounded Chi Tan's surroundings, making the air pressure on his body a few degrees lower than usual.Sorrow, sorrow, do not perish in sorrow, break out in sorrow.However, because he doesn't talk much at ordinary times, people feel that he is cold, and no one finds that he is emotionally abnormal.

Then Chi Tan became even more lonely, hey, I was worried, and there was no one to talk about, and my worries became more and more worrying.

So he did something that he despised himself when he thought about it, something he hadn't done since he tried it once in elementary school.If I say it, you are not allowed to laugh... Then I will say it.

Chi Tan spent the whole afternoon chatting about drifting bottles in the QQ mailbox on the weekend.

He thought, people who still play with drifting bottles in this age are boring enough.Maybe no grown-ups are playing it. There are so many mobile games these days, high-end and high-end, which one is normal? A hot-blooded YMCA pussy at his age is throwing drifting bottles here.but he……

Hey, change the subject.In fact, if he was asked to guess at the beginning, he felt that the person chatting with him on the opposite side should be a primary school student, or the kind of primary school student who is quite simple in mind but likes to pretend to be deep.It is said that their minds are pure because they are very straightforward in thinking about things, and they are not very good at turning corners. Most of them feel that as long as I dare to think, as long as I dare to do it, the world is at my fingertips!Just the kind of two-year-old boy who hasn't experienced any blows and tribulations.Good.It is said that they like to pretend to be deep because they really like to say some dirty words that older children like to say, and some even like to speak yellow accents, and they always feel that they understand everything.But in fact, they don't even know what they can say and what they can't say.

But this afternoon, the friend who didn't know whether he was a man or a woman, a man or a dog, and how old he was, did have a healing effect on him like a life mentor on his emotional journey, making him feel that nothing would happen He thought so badly, obviously he thought too much.

This is how they talked.First of all, Chi Tan threw a bottle first, and there was only one sentence in the bottle: How annoying! ! !Unexpectedly, ten seconds later, someone actually picked it up and chatted with him.

"Why bother the benefactor?"

"...Are you a monk? Are you trying to persuade me to be ordained?"

"Pile, I'm not a monk. Don't talk nonsense, I don't want to live in the deep mountains and old forests. What's more, I love meat so much."

Hey, even if I see Chi Tan who loves to eat meat, I can still think of his vegetarian teacher Fu.

"...Then why are you talking like that..."

"Buzzwords, catchphrases, do you understand? Donor, you are out, don't you watch the Jigong series that is very popular recently? Don't you watch TV? Do you have any troubles, you can go without me. "

"Hey, don't go, don't go. I have."

"Tell me, for love or for money?"

"...For love..."

"What is love... Comrade benefactor, don't talk in a whiny way, but be sure."

"Hey, I like someone I shouldn't like."

"Hey, reality and cliché."

"I don't know what to do. He's really the type of guy I shouldn't like, in every way."

"Benefactor looked at your profile picture and thought you were a boy, so are you a girl?"

"..." You see, isn't this the eternal order in people's hearts.

"Actually, I have read a lot of novels. The feelings are not the same, or they are still in the bud and can be controlled, so in my heart, the person who reads is suffocated, but the other party is even stifled. ;Either I can't hold it anymore, tell, love but can't get it, love begets sorrow; or we are together, then separated, love begets hatred. Which kind of donor are you?"

... When she said this, Chi Tan no longer felt that the opposite was a primary school student.This tone of voice is clearly that of a middle school girl who loves to read romance novels.She also has the potential to be an enthusiastic neighborhood aunt.Thinking of this, Chi Tan's heavy heart has slowed down a lot, so he can speak more freely after he relaxes. After all, he is a netizen. If he has to worry so much in front of netizens, he is really too aggrieved Alright.So Chi Tan simply told the truth.

"It should belong to the first type. But actually... I'm a boy... I like boys. Our teacher."

So the other side was silent for a long time.Just when Chi Tan felt that the other party might treat him as a pervert and would not reply any more, the message box popped up again.It's quite a long sentence.

"Although I can't say that I understand your feelings, it may be because the teachers around me are all bald old men, but well, I think feelings are very subjective. If you like him, it proves that he must have something worthwhile." The places you like and the feelings you recognize are all precious, and I think feelings like you... will not change, but will look braver. You won't stay by his side forever, even if If we are together, we may still be separated, so I think, although the ending is still uncertain, and it may be tragic, but since the worst ending has already been thought of, it is better to look at him a few more times before he comes Just a few glances. It won’t lose a piece of meat, but you may feel better in your heart. After all, things like feelings, if restraint is useful, they won’t grow in the first place, hey.”

"If you can look at him as much as you can, you can look at him more, and you won't lose a piece of him." Chi Tan was suddenly pierced by such simple and sincere words. They're all mentally ill.

But as if his spirit was not normal, he still thought of it and politely thanked and said goodbye to the friend opposite the mother who was said to be about to be killed and came back to do homework.Then put down the phone, and immediately felt a lot calmer.

When he returned to the dormitory at night, he started to write his diary again as usual. He took a general note of today's events. He didn't feel sleepy, so he casually flipped through the diary he had written before.

Then he suddenly discovered that the word "Mr. Fu" began to appear in each of his diaries since he did not know when, and even later, he began to call "Fu Quming" directly.

Then, before covering the quilt and closing his eyes, Chi Tan added another sentence to his diary:

"Actually, liking someone is a very simple thing. One day, I suddenly found out that he was the only one in the diary, and I wrote a story that could no longer accommodate a third person."