How to spend three days and two nights with your crush

#18楼#Xxx桑葚2019-02-1413:24:22

I... was surprised to find that I and lz are from the same city!

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#28楼#是唐朝不是宋朝2019-02-1413:29:28

He and I have been alumni for nine years, but we were classmates in the next class of each other in elementary school and junior high school. It was only in the third year of junior high school that we were assigned to the same class because of the evil concept of "layering"—the so-called AB layer, which can better meet practical needs. Learn that.I never thought I wasn't a scumbag, so I didn't know why I was assigned to Class A...God only knows.

I will always remember the first words he said when he saw me after the semester started.

"Are you brother xx?" He said after a moment of silence, "Why are there so many differences between the two of you?"

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Well, xx is my elder brother, the kind that breaks bones and connects tendons.Although we are twins, we are fraternal, so we don’t look alike at all, and our developmental level is also...in every way:(

To be honest, my brother must have been more favored than me in the mother's womb, digesting and absorbing nutrients better than me!My height will always overwhelm me, I am good at studying all subjects, and my physical fitness is much better than mine... just like someone.

Okay, let's talk about it.He and my brother met as early as the summer vacation. The two studied science and mathematics in the same cram school, and accidentally discovered that they were in the same school. Since then, they have established a deep friendship. Ps: If you want to ask me where I was at that time... I must be wandering!Me, with legitimate reasons... Well, I admit that I used a lot of fallacies to convince my parents and my brother, so I went to my grandparents' house to have fun during the summer vacation from the second year of junior high school to the third year of junior high school.

Well, what happened after that... Actually, I don't know what to say anymore, I feel like I have nothing to say.

But it was the first time we met, and I was so unconvinced that someone looked down on me and then took advantage of my deskmate to carry out various behaviors and verbal revenge.

But I was asked to set up a study group nearby. He taught me science and I taught him English. I usually face each other on math problems.

But it was just that we finally became brothers and ate and played together. As a result, we were too close and I gradually realized that something was wrong with me.

But they just planned to keep a distance, but they couldn't bear to alienate him, so they approached him despicably in the name of brother.

But then the senior high school entrance examination came, everything was over, and there was no contact.

#29楼#是唐朝不是宋朝2019-02-1413:30:01

City H has a population of tens of millions, and it is the same city... I can only say a word of fate (?)

#30楼#开心到模糊2019-02-1413:31:01

My id doesn't match my mood now!First love & secret love why always have regrets! ? ?

#31楼#什么都可以2019-02-1413:31:19

I read the story from five or six sentences of lz.Take a look at your reply time lz——13:29:28——If you love your life, you will love it.Life is short, love is love.

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#39楼#是唐朝不是宋朝2019-02-1413:38:59

Suddenly citric acid flooded my heart.

This is not an inquiry post at all, I give up looking for an answer to solve it, let it be, anyway, it will be fine if we meet now, nod and say hello, and then become strangers.Well, let's just treat it as a tree hole. Once the memory gate is opened, I find that I still want to talk about it, so I can think of bb or something.

Sorry for interrupting everyone's time.Non-combatants evacuated.

Thinking about it now, it was not without warning that we stopped contacting after we graduated and left school that year.

But boys always love basketball, more or less.He likes to play basketball quite a lot, but I don't think so, and because of physical reasons, he can't exercise vigorously.It was the first time in my life that I seriously learned to play basketball under his guidance. He took me and my brother to a game from time to time, and gradually got used to it.

Once, he bumped into a few tall and strong boys from the lower grades. The friendly match that was originally agreed became more and more interesting, and it almost turned into a brawl, but he stopped it in time.But when I finally left, someone over there complained, saying that I was weak or something.At that time, he was walking at the end of our group and heard it most clearly. Before we could react at all, he had already turned his head and threw a basketball at that person.

Back then, I was actually under 1.7 meters and of medium build.Looking at the basketball court, compared with the other lean boys who are at least 175, they are really inconspicuous, and their basketball skills are not good.But I can't bear it, he and my brother are good. With me, I can still fight evenly with those in the lower grades.Those in the lower grades were naturally unconvinced, and they tried their best to talk, but they could only suffer from dumbness-at that time, we were in free activity class, and they were skipping class.

No matter whether he was confident that they would not dare to do anything, no matter whether he controlled the force and didn't smash people out, but just wanted to scare them, that moment, that second, was infinitely extended in my eyes and in my heart, I even wished that glance more than once for thousands of years, and for a moment.

He hasn't played since that day, and neither have I.Our daily physical activity has also changed from basketball to running and exercising.Before the middle school physical education exam, the school even forced us to run between classes and before dinner.When not timing, he, my brother and I always jog side by side; when timing, it is often he who reaches the finish line first, followed by us.I watched him arrive first from the distance of the runway, and then turned around to pick up my brother so many times that various complicated emotions gradually arose in my heart.Ashamed, unwilling, envious, jealous.Why can he, my brother, and so many other people run so fast and have such good physical fitness, but I can't?Why does my elder brother with the same father and mother have a lot and can do many things, but every time I achieve one thing, that "very" becomes "more"?Why did they meet and get to know each other first, and I always came later... At that time, something should have sprouted in my heart, but I didn't realize it.

I know those thoughts are disgusting, but I can't stop myself from thinking about them.I even started secretly trying to improve myself.I really want to know if my brother and I reach the finish line at the same time, who will he greet first?

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Finally let lz "talk" some of the past... It's not easy [laughing and crying]