【Steel Refining Flame Steel】How to make the person I like also like me

PS. There is a reference to the movie "Chongqing Forest" for changing the stem.

As the interaction between the electron and the field changes, the mass of the electron itself changes.

——Schwinger's "Renormalization" Theory

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>>【Help】How to make the person I like also like me? ?

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>>Learning is boundless

I am coming

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302L Macaja binary pen

!! ?

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>>Learning is boundless

Wow...how the building is already so high ==

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304Lmelon_Japanese painting in production

missing persons return

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305L Taiyuan's anti-dog

The owner is back——! (^o^)/~

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306L warehouse knife also

How was the confession?

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307L cute restaurant sauce

Landlord, you have appeared (*^__^*) I have been waiting for you for a long time

Everyone is discussing what to wear when you marry your male god~

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>>Learning is boundless

RE: 307L

... Walter! ?

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309LRock_and_Dick

Are you on base yet?

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310L Short Field

Are you on base yet? +1

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311L brown sugar cake

hit base! !ヽ(??▽?)ノ

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>>Learning is boundless

What, what! ! ! ?

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>>Learning is boundless

No!No!How can it be……

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314L Ninth Avenue

I'm late and I'm guilty!

The host has appeared~(☆▽☆) I haven’t hit base yet.

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315L jewel dish of the world

Obstruction from my brother!

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>>Learning is boundless

RE: 315L

Nothing!

It has nothing to do with my brother!

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>>Learning is boundless

It's me

I decided not to confess for now.

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318L Taiyuan's anti-dog

Eh eh eh? ? ? (.﹏.*)

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319LRock_and_Dick

...sexual orientation inconsistency?

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320L Anyuan Road

RE: 319L

Damn no! ?

Everyone has already started sharing candy.

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321L warehouse knife also

... I'll just say

It's too hasty...

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322LRH-

The other party already has a partner =口=! ?

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323L Ninth Avenue

The other party has a terminal illness that will die within three months! ! ? ?

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324L Short Field

Why—? (T?T)

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325L Macaja binary pen

Landlord... what's wrong?

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>>Learning is boundless

...Thank you for your concern :-)

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>>Learning is boundless

No inconsistencies (probably), no objects (strictly speaking), no terminal illnesses (as far as I know)

I just think... there are more important things to do now than to go after him immediately.

Now it's not the problem in the beginning...

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>>Learning is boundless

I know it should be difficult, and it may be useless, but I always feel... It really doesn't work

I can't bear the thought of him squatting on the balcony like an idiot smoking a cigarette by himself.

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>>Learning is boundless

Let me do nothing and just wait, it would be better to give me a knife!

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Ideas are crazy, steps are rational.After planning and thinking about the whole journey, Ed, who had just stepped into the house, had already constructed a well-planned, step-by-step action plan, from overall strategy to detailed planning, from whether to commit suicide after being discovered by others halfway, to halfway through Whether or not to engage in suicide after being discovered by the person concerned, everything is available.He got off the subway one stop earlier, instead of going home directly, he abducted to a nearby community library. After thinking about the keywords, he skillfully borrowed a few suitable books ("How to Get Out of Broken Love", "Don't Get Out of Love" Passed, my love, etc.), and walked quickly home.As soon as he entered the house, he turned on the computer and entered the official website of the TV station. After browsing quickly, he quickly took screenshots of the task bar and timetable, printed them, and highlighted them.

However, it is obviously not enough to rely solely on the hesitant information on the official website.After going through a painful ideological struggle, Ed finally decided to send an email to Enwei. After considering his words for a long time, he was mentally prepared to sell his soul and body.Unexpectedly, the other party not only replied in seconds, but also changed from his usual savage and savage manner, and his attitude was astonishingly refreshing, and he didn't even offer any terms of exchange.Enwei directly typed a zip file and sent the TV station's detailed worksheet and shift schedule for the next half year to Edward. The list was clear and the capacity was several gigabytes. It can be seen that the other party probably has no nightlife and is idle when he is idle.Ed thanked him against his will, then quickly screened out the information he needed, printed it out and nailed it to the task bar on the hanging board together with the screenshot just now.

This vertical hanging board has a blackboard on one side and an adhesive board on the other. It was a shared object that Ed and Lin carried up from downstairs together. Now it has become Ed's private property after the latter's departure. , quite the taste of rich widow property.On the blackboard was written a formula that came to mind when the boy got up to drink water last night, and on the task board on the back were pasted dozens of forms, flow charts, and work photos of Mustangu himself.From a practical point of view, there is actually no need to post the photo of the person involved. However, the smiling face on the website is really beautiful, with red lips and white teeth. beauty.So much so that after the printer printed the work photo in full color, Ed lingered on it for about 40 minutes. After working hard for a long time, he finally suppressed the urge to masturbate at him, then put down the thumbtack in his hand, and changed The edges of the photo were carefully pasted with tear-off tape.

Take it as a clear goal of action + encourage yourself!

The idea itself is well-founded, but in the final analysis, it is only a personal understanding. Putting it on a third party who does not know the situation may have a far different effect.For example, just as Ed dragged the task board to the center of the living room, spread out the books and sat at the dining table to write the action process, someone accidentally rang the doorbell.Ed opened the door thoughtlessly, and met Heydrich's shy smile in blue eyes and the paper bag in his hand.

"The dried crickets mentioned last time," Heydrich handed over the paper bag with one hand and stroked a strand of blond hair that fell to his eyebrows with the other. You will need it."

"what……"

"Sorry for coming here suddenly, I hope I didn't trouble you..." Xiao Hai raised his head, glanced over Ed's shoulder, and landed directly on the task board facing the entrance.Abstracts were densely pasted on it, and Mustangu's photo was pasted in the center and framed with a red pen.

Xiao Hai's face immediately turned pale.

"No, no, thank you for bringing it to me. I really need it." Ed lowered his head and looked at the paper bag in his arms, "How much do I owe you?"

The corner of Heydrich's mouth twitched unnaturally, his eyes didn't know whether to look at the task board or Edward.

"...Alphonse?"

"Ah," the short-haired boy came back to his senses, and smiled awkwardly, "No, I also brought it for free... It would be nice if it could be of use to you."

"Then thank you so much." Ed raised his head and smiled at Hyde.

The other party's pale face blushed, and his expression became more subtle.

Then, as if he mustered up his courage, he grabbed Ed's wrist.

"Eh?"

"Mr. Edward." Xiao Hai looked at him seriously, and Edward blinked inexplicably.

"how……"

"Please promise me that no matter what emotions you have, don't resort to hatred and violence." Heydrich squeezed Edward's hand tightly, "Violence and injury can't solve any problems."

"Huh? You said..."

"No, no, no, I didn't insinuate that you were going to kill someone or something, I just wanted to say," Heydrich's blue eyes were serious and frank, "If there is anything I can help, please don't be polite; If there's anything you're not happy about, you can talk to me."

Although he didn't know what the other party was talking about, Ed still accepted it by default with a soft-handed and short-mouthed mentality.He even showed an enlightened smile at Heydrich, hoping that the other party's inexplicable nervousness could be comforted, instead of overly keen to sniff out the criminal aura he tried to hide.

The next day, Ed took the dried crickets and a few packs of pocky from the snack cabinet and set out on the road.Although he was a stranger for the first time and acquainted for the second time, Edward, who was engaged in illegal intrusion for the second time, was still very uneasy in his heart.Wearing a baggy camel coat, he buried his face in the scarf a little more as he passed the doorman, and then pressed the elevator to go upstairs quickly.The sun was setting, and the corridor was gloomy and cold as usual, but his heart was beating fast. When he took out the spare key from the gap in the lower left corner of the concierge, his fingers wrapped in woolen gloves couldn't help shaking from the cold .

slap.

There was no one in the room, just as Ed had imagined.The boy quickly glanced back, confirmed that there was no one around, then turned and slipped into the entrance, closing the door from behind.

The light in the room was dim, and the belongings and luggage remained unchanged. The unopened suitcases were still unopened, the unused cabinets were still unused, and the corners and corners exuded the same raw and cold atmosphere as before.But at this moment, even though Ed still felt a sting in the face of all this, because of a certain determination in his heart, he no longer felt confused and afraid.He took off his shoes cautiously, held a paper bag, and walked carefully on the cold ground with his bare feet.Edward approached the bio-box, and under the dim light in the kitchen, the salamander was looking at him boredly with bright red eyes slanted, like a leaker who was always threatening.

Ed made a face at it, this time, he was fully prepared to face the other party's indifference.With a smirk, the young man took out dried crickets from the paper bag and opened the seal, a subtle bitter breath came to his face immediately.Ed frowned and coughed twice, then shook the dried cricket above the biological box.Watching helplessly, the lizard's movements changed immediately.It immediately straightened up from its laziness on the branch, and stared intently at Ed's fingers holding the bag, which meant it was self-evident.

Ed finally succeeded.He couldn't help shaking his head triumphantly, then resealed the feed in front of the lizard, and put it on the table next to the biological box.

The lizard immediately crawled to the edge of the biological box, waiting for the cricket that was close at hand but out of reach.Ed's heart was immediately filled with a sense of satisfaction from the shame of the past, humming a song, he picked up the paper bag again, and walked to the bedroom, until he stood in front of the balcony again.

The curtains are tightly drawn, and a faint yellow sunset is revealed through the gaps, faint and weak, but sharp enough to make Ed feel heartache every time he thinks of it.It was the emotion that had been churning inside him for the past few weeks, keeping Ed in helpless ignorance for so long, until it finally revealed its pointed, blade-like shape yesterday.Ed couldn't even discern how much of his own fear, anger and grievance were contained in it, but in the few minutes of sleep he squeezed out of his busy schedule, it was this kind of pain that woke him up physiologically from the chaotic dream again and again, and I had to hold on to what was left, like a drowning man fumbling for a life-saving rope.Ed thought, am I a person who is still struggling in the abyss, am I too overwhelmed to save a drowning person?

However, involuntarily.

Gritting his teeth, the boy pulled open the curtains, and the glass door was dragged open.

When the sun sets in winter, the amber light and shadow poured on the balcony is like warm wine, which cannot bring sensual warmth, but makes people calm inexplicably.There are no plants or shelves on the ground, and the earphones I threw over don’t know where to go again. There are only ashtrays, blankets and cigarette boxes around the heater, like a warm hug in the ice and snow.

Ed squatted down, and simply picked up the empty cigarette packs all over the floor one by one. Every time he threw a pack into the paper bag, he took out a pack of pocky from the bag to fill it up, and put it in the place where the original cigarette packs were placed. ——It wasn't until he fumbled for the white cigarette case that he hesitated and stopped.Ed paused, picked up the cigarette case, it was full, and only smoked two, exactly the same as what he saw yesterday.

The young man squatted on the spot speechlessly, his gloved fingers covering his pale face, and the crumpled cigarette case rubbed against his trembling palm.For a moment, he could hardly find the strength to continue doing what he had planned.

Don't think about it yet, he kept saying to himself, his fingers clenched uncontrollably.Don't think about it now.

Then he raised his face, silently put the white cigarette case back where it was, got up to clean up the scene, and left Mustangu's house.

And this is just the first time of sloppy jerky.Although this is not something to brag about, after coming and going five or six times, Ed, relying on his natural superb learning ability, quickly mastered the process and skills of implementing this plan.The teenager soon realized that for any crime, as long as he has a clear limit cognition and a clear purpose of action, it is not difficult to avoid being hit.

And Ed's mind is always clear and clear, always reminding himself never to overstep the threshold.His limit is that he must not be immediately discovered by the person concerned, never mentioned to the person concerned, and never try to interfere in rewriting the path he should have walked.Every time, Ed carefully checks Mustangu's general work schedule for the next week a few days in advance, and sometimes calls Xiao Hei to inquire about the specific travel time.After knowing the bottom line, the boy cleverly staggered all occasions where he might meet Mustangu directly, and walked into his residential building according to the timetable.Over time, Edward's calculations became more and more sophisticated, and his wrist skills became more and more skilled. He knew the position of every camera in the corridor, and he was familiar with every angle of the black and white floor tiles.Now, he no longer hides his face in the scarf when he walks through the lobby. When he goes upstairs, he even greets the doorman at the corner, who also nods kindly, as if Ed is living law-abidingly. years old local residents.

The principle of action also draws a clear program: never touch his privacy, never take his personal belongings, only replace or add in details.

At the beginning, it was a box of pocky to replace the discarded empty cigarette box, and the lizard’s dry food was replaced by dried crickets, and then gradually extended to stacking a pair of woolen socks with a handsome skull in his empty cabinet (from Ed’s community charity activities, these are his personal favorite socks, but unfortunately they were too big to be used) and replaced the small can of sleeping pills on the tray of his coffee table with a small roll of unpacked vitamin C effervescent tablets (snatched from Lin came), and later on, Ed became more courageous, and his ability to steal the sky and replace the sun with the extension of the real resident's slowness increased day by day.

Ed reunited with Mustang at a convenience store across the road while working at the museum.This is the convenience store where Roy bought ice cream balls for Ed. He never expected to meet here again after a long absence.

The picture should be touching, but both parties were totally unprepared for this encounter, which made the encounter somewhat unexpected.Ed, who was impatiently waiting for the donuts to heat up from the counter, stepped back and bumped into the line of customers behind him.Ed was furious, turned around and was about to curse, but he met Mustangu's surprised eyes.

"I think it might be you." He blinked in surprise, but a smile was drawn on his eyebrows, "I didn't expect it was really."

Ed's heart was beating wildly.

Because he was afraid that the other party would spy on his idiot behavior, because the other party's tired and pale but gentle smile.So much so that the clerk behind the counter called him for a long time, but he didn't even remember to pick up his heated donuts.

Edward took the food in embarrassment and backed away. Roy gave him a tolerant smile, and walked up to pay for a box of snacks.The boy stood aside awkwardly, neither walking nor standing.In the end, it was Mustangu who spoke first.

"You're working at the museum again?" he said casually.

"Um, um. Yes, of course." Ed turned sideways uneasily, "Otherwise, today is a working day."

The other party smiled silently.Ed blinked.

"What about you?" Ed turned his face away from him, "How are you doing recently? You must be lazy again."

Mustangu shrugged, picked up the snacks and walked out with Ed.

"How can you say that... In short, nothing has changed."

The boy quickly glanced at the box of snacks, and immediately bit his lower lip tightly.

"Do you like pocky?" He tried his best to suppress his jittery emotions, and pretended to casually unwrap the donut in his hand, "It's really childish." He took a bite of the donut sprinkled with icing sugar and chocolate sauce.

The other party let out a chuckle.

"It's strange for you to say that." He smiled and waved his hands, and walked in the opposite direction of Ed, "But it's true, I don't seem to have eaten this much before, but I don't know why I think it's pretty good recently."

I don't know whether it's true or not.

Ed thought about it afterwards, and felt that Mustangu's reaction was too strange.Not being discovered by the other party is of course the principle of one's own actions, but it is somewhat inconceivable to think that the other party is really unconscious.

In order to find out, Edward even specifically checked the professional books he had borrowed ("Broken Love-An Insurmountable Shadow in Life and How to Get Out of It"), and repeatedly confirmed whether the parties in this situation are really the same. slow.However, regardless of whether this is an unintentional reveal of Mustangu's shrewd and cunning appearance, or a deliberate continuation of his consistent conspiracy nature, Edward A. Rick became even more unscrupulous.

On the evening of the second day after his unexpected meeting with Mustangu, Ed slipped into his house again.This time, he carefully removed the wine bottle that Mustangu had kept at the foot of the bed, and hid it in the lower shelf of his completely empty wardrobe.It was replaced by two bottles of grapefruit juice that happened to be sold at a discount in the supermarket. Ed thought it was so delicious, even if the other party found it, he probably wouldn't complain.

Ed quickly recalled the refrigerator that Mustangu had opened in front of him and contained only a few apples, so he brought a small piece of baked almond pie from Heydrich's house and put it in the half-pile pile. The center of the compartment for processed instant food.

Before leaving the room one time, Ed suddenly saw a few photos scattered from the notebook on the TV cabinet.In a photo, Mustangu looks no older than 17 years old. He is solemnly showing a smug smirk at the spectators. Hughes, who is standing aside and wearing glasses, can't hold back his face. He looks like he will fall to the ground with a smile at any time look like.In the other photo, Roy was still a child, looking pale and embarrassed at the camera. A woman with heavy makeup stopped his shoulders, which reminded Edward of the suspicious foster mother mentioned by Mustangu.Ed smirked at the photo for a long time, and he didn't leave until 20 minutes before the other party went home.But he came back the next day, brought a few framed pictures from the grocery store, and put them back together one by one.

Once again, while Ed was wondering whether to empty the ashtray for Mustangu, he suddenly thought of the idea of ​​making Mustangu's balcony look a little more lively.He went back to check the information, and the next day during his lunch break, he brought in what he wanted from the furniture store next door, and placed it behind the reptile specimen in the office.

"Flytrap." Zhang Mei, who was about to go downstairs with her lunch box, raised her chopsticks and pointed.

"Where did it come from?" Lin was dumbfounded.

Edward rolled his eyes in contempt. "I bought it." He placed the flower pot next to a stuffed crocodile skull, "Can I grow a pot myself?"

"You...why did you buy it?"

"Send someone."

The water glass in Lin's hand almost fell over.

"Send Flytrap??"

"It's beautiful and practical." Ed made a very reasonable look.

The other party immediately showed a look of having nothing to say.

"May I know who you are going to send?" Dongfang boy asked stiffly.

"It's better not to know." Ed said vigilantly, "I've sworn that anyone who knows will die without pardon."

Later, Ed slipped one of his favorite sci-fi novels into Mustangu's pile of books everywhere. It had a lemon-yellow cover with Pikachu printed on it.

Ed's hands are extremely flexible when manipulating physical instruments, but he can't even match the level of kindergarten children in folding paper.At that time, in order to use his favorite book cover, Edward forced Al to teach himself to fold through the video, and his younger brother folded almost all the medical reports before he barely learned it.

Such sneaky additions, such sneaky in and out, have so far been perfect, and there is not even a hint of a flaw.One day during the third week of the operation, Roy happened to be on the night shift, and it was already dark when Ed, who followed the schedule, left his house.Edward sat alone on the last train of the light rail, looking sideways at the passing scenery outside the window, watching the feasting and feasting in the distance being fragmented by the nearby tree shadows.At that time, the train was empty, only two or three tired night returnees and a few sleepy drunks, Ed had never felt so lost, nor had he felt so satisfied.

All of this will end sooner or later, the boy leaned against the glass window and thought, maybe next week he will come aggressively to ask what happened, maybe he will send a text message later.In this way, is everything you do meaningful?Will the self-righteous efforts I made really help Roy even for a moment?

Can the night when he leans against the heater alone reduce the loneliness a little bit?

Ed knows nothing, just as he has never been able to grasp the other party's feelings and his own heart.At that time, the gears of the train were rolling and roaring, and the distant traffic was making faint noises—but none of them answered the questions in Ed's heart, leaving him alone to stare out the window, the caged bird was silent, The irises reflect the constantly galloping landscape.

TBC