Stockholm syndrome

You are sick, and your whole family is sick.I cursed in my heart but dared not speak out.

"Aren't you syphilis?!" Wuyou looked at me nervously with a pale face.If I have syphilis, I will definitely infect you two.Syphilis is transmitted by sexual intercourse, but please don't get it wrong.I'm referring to drawing their own blood and poking them with a needle.

Li Weiran didn't speak, but looked at me calmly, somewhat like a soldier.It seems that it is useful to have a father who is an officer, at least he has a calm temperament.

I really want to say that I have syphilis, or the second stage, and I am not far from death.That way, the 2 grandchildren won't bother me.But my reputation was also ruined, and Beng hoped to raise his head in X in the future. "allergy."

"You still eat if you are allergic." Li Weiran pointed to the half pancake fruit I held in my hand.Allergies do not necessarily have to pass through the digestive tract, such a profound truth will not be understood by simple-minded people.

"I'm allergic to chili. The one you ate." I was still struggling with the pancake fruit, and accidentally glanced at Li Weiran's red rice bowl.The rash on my face and chest seems to be getting worse, it hurts!

"It's a lie, how could you be allergic if you didn't eat it at all." Wang Tianyi didn't seem to believe it, but he didn't dare to approach me when he saw my erythema.

"Allergies don't have to be caused by food. Both vision and smell can cause it." In fact, I really want to add that only a fool like you doesn't know.

"Let's eat in the back." Li Weiran suddenly said, and took Wang Tianyi to the middle of the last row of the classroom.This move of his surprised me.Are you worried about my allergies? Why do I feel grateful.Suddenly thought of Stockholm Syndrome, I am not a pervert!

When Li Weiran walked to the back row, he added another sentence. "It's disgusting!" The feeling of gratitude in my heart disappeared, a beast is a beast, don't expect him to be considerate of you like a human being.

I bite the pancake fruit one bite at a time. My mother pays attention to health preservation, and there will be soup for every meal when eating at home.When I eat in the cafeteria at noon, I will scoop up a bowl of free soup while eating and drinking.Well now, I can only eat pancakes like this.Bring home the thermos tomorrow.I can't drink cold water when I eat, I have a bad stomach, this is the only place where I resemble my dad.I must be staring at the door, waiting for Zhong Han, and I will feel happy when I see him.There is always that one person, as long as you see his smile, you will forget the anguish of life.Zhong Han is such an existence to me, just a little special, we are all men, that's all.

Zhong Han came back with Yang Yating, and I didn't see Liu Yang.They walked together talking and laughing, and it was still early for class.Yang Yating simply took the empty seat in front of Zhong Han, and she picked up a pen to draw in Zhong Han's notebook.I'm sure it's a painting, it should be a sketch of a character.While drawing, she looked at Zhong Han.Zhong Han was still covering his face with his hands, and kept waving his hands to signal her not to draw.However, Yang Yating didn't seem to care, and continued to concentrate on drawing, so Zhong Han simply took his hand off.Zhong Han and I did not learn painting from a teacher, I have never painted him.Character sketches require models.Zhong Han's appearance has been deeply imprinted in my mind, but every time I want to draw, I don't know how to put pen to paper.I don't know what the reason is, maybe my foundation is not in place yet.

When Yang Yating was painting Zhong Han, she was smiling from the corners of her eyes, and I could clearly feel her joy even half a classroom away.She squeezed the corners of her mouth tightly, but the curved arc could still be seen.At that moment, I was so jealous of her that I was going crazy.I picked up a notebook casually, turned it over, and began to draw Zhong Han's sketches on the back.Since the first year of high school, I have hardly drawn any more, and my brushwork is very rusty.I rubbed away the wrong lines with my fingers, and the knuckles of my left hand were almost black.Zhong Han's image gradually came to life on the paper.He sat there quietly, arms hanging by his sides, shirt buttoned all the way to the top.From my point of view, I can only see his side face. Zhong Han has a beautiful nose. It is said that the most important part of a man's facial features is his nose.Zhong Han's nose did give him a lot of points.The last stroke fell, and I signed my name in the footer.Turning her gaze to Yang Yating, she hadn't finished drawing yet, and she took an eraser to revise her draft.The joy of winning made the uneasy jealousy in my heart disappear a lot.Many years later, it is ridiculous to think of the youthful nature at that time.No matter how good or fast I draw, Zhong Han will not fall in love with me.

The homework book in my hand suddenly emptied, and the moment I let it go, I was numb and my scalp was numb.It felt like getting caught cheating on a more important exam.Li Weiran took the homework book and approached it in front of him.Wang Tianyi also came over.My scalp is numb, and the sketches of the students in the painting class don't represent anything.But I have a guilty conscience, I am afraid that Zhong Han will know my intentions, hate me, and feel disgusted by me. "Give it back to me." I reached out to snatch it, my voice shaking violently.

"This is my homework book." Li Weiran said that the other side of the homework book was opened, and his name was written on it. Ironically, those three words were written by me.

"Yo~ Isn't this Zhong Han? All right, you look alike." Wang Tian took the notebook from Li Weiran's hand and held it up high.

Wang Tianyi, like Li Weiran, is on the school basketball team. I am not short among the boys, but there is still a certain gap compared to them. He held his book high.Look at me with teasing eyes.No matter how hard I try, it's always just a little short.Li Weiran sat on my table with arms folded, admiring the monkey show.

"What are you doing, don't bully your classmates." Zhong Han's voice came, and he had already noticed the situation here.I forgot to mention that Zhong Han is now the monitor of our class, and just yesterday when Li Weiran and I got into a fight and were kicked out of the classroom, the class committee election was held.Yang Yating became a member of the study committee. This is the position I most want to compete for. It was originally a sure thing, but Li Weiran messed it up.Nothing good will happen to me if I get involved with this grandson.

When you are being bullied, always expect that one person will come forward.Even if it's just to stand far away and shout, don't do this, or I'll call the teacher.But every time I was bullied, all I heard was ridicule and ridicule.No one came to help me except Zhong Han.And Zhong Han is the one I don't want to receive help the last time. I am also a man, I don't want to get pity from my lover, I don't need him to pity me.But he had to accept his help again and again.This makes me look down on myself, and who really thinks up on me.

When people are in despair, they always think of some inexplicable things. The moment I heard Zhong Han's voice, I was relieved.I wasn't figuring out to face my feelings boldly, I was desperate.If Zhong Han didn't know what happened here, maybe I still have a chance to snatch the homework back from Wang Tianyi or Li Weiran.I heard his approaching footsteps, as if to pronounce my death sentence.

"Squad leader, we didn't bully our classmates." Li Weiran showed Zhong Han the cover of the homework book, with his name written on it. "This is my book." Li Wei'an called Zhong Han the squad leader, his tone full of jokes, without a trace of respect.

"Look here, isn't this you?" Wang Yitian turned the notebook over, and my sketch was exposed.

I lowered my head, and my back was hunched too.Waiting to be judged, I even prepared for the worst possible situation. After Zhong Han saw it, he threw his homework book on my face, just like Li Weiran.Or tear off the page, rub it hard and throw it aside.I'm a pessimistic person, I always think the worst, and the reality is often not as bad as I think.

"Ye Chen, did you really draw this?" Zhong Han looked at his sketch carefully.To my surprise, there was no trace of anger in his voice.

"Yes." I replied, all the strength in my body seemed to be drained, and I was terribly numb.

"You draw really well!" Zhong Han patted my shoulder. "This painter is much better than me. I only started learning in junior high school, and now I can barely draw still life. I didn't expect you to be so good. Just now Yang Yating was also drawing, but you are much better than her." Zhong Han Sometimes speaking will not go through the brain, such as now.Through his shoulder, I saw Yang Yating's complexion, which was not ordinary ugly.

"Ah?" I looked up at Zhong Han, his eyes were full of admiration.This caught me off guard.

"You have to teach me when you have time!" Zhong Han stopped my shoulder and patted my chest twice.I have never had such intimacy with him.I smiled back at him, trying not to show my nervousness.

The classmates around me also came over, and everyone praised my painting skills.I was flattered to look at everyone's eyes full of admiration, and couldn't believe it was true for a while.The catastrophe that I thought I was about to experience disappeared without a trace.

The crowd dispersed slowly, and I returned to my seat alone.I was still uneasy, this time was really a fluke, I kept repenting for my impulse.Suddenly, Li Weiran's voice came from next to his ear. "You're disgusting." He dragged his chin and looked out the window without looking back.

Everyone didn't see that I was interested in Zhong Han, only he saw it.My mother once said that Li Weiran is the person who understands me best. Of course, this is something later, but I didn't expect her to be a prophecy.Humans are amazing animals. Even after I got my Ph.D. and read the books on neurology many years later, I still haven't figured out why the one who sees me the most is such a fool.Perhaps the real idiot has always been me.