Note: Mentally unstable, well-behaved kid is attacked by a cool guy
Affected by Cptsd, selective mutism, bipolar disorder
In the past ten years, Wen Qiuyi has been called a good baby, someone else's child, because no matter what his parents ask him to do, he will obey it and achieve relatively good results.
Some classmates even jokingly called him his parents' puppet. He never refuted anyone who had no thoughts of his own.
Because it's true.
Until one day, he met Fu Xi, a person who was completely opposite to him. He seemed to be incompatible with their age, with a different kind of 'rebellion', an unknown life experience, and his whole person, Wen Qiuyi could not understand it.
But their essences seem to be the same, equally stubborn, equally unyielding, and equally sick.
For the first time, Wen Qiuyi felt the emotion called love. He could no longer leave this person, began to have desires, and began to long for eternity.
"If I die, will you remember me forever?" Wen Qiuyi asked.
Fu west looked down at him and replied slowly: "Yes, I will remember you. You don't need to die to keep me, I will definitely stay for you."
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"What is this?" Fu west asked, pointing to the glass cabinet.
Wen Qiuyi replied with a smile: "This is my past."
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Wen Qiuyi reached out to hold Fu west's hand. Fu Xi's face was expressionless, but Wen Qiuyi noticed that the fingers in his palm curled up slightly.
He took his hand and picked up the topmost bottle, which was filled with black lucky stars.
"Open it and take a look?"
Fu west glanced at him, unscrewed the lid, took out the lucky star on top and looked at it.
Wen Qiuyi said: "Take it apart."
Fu west paused and gently opened the paper star, only to see three words written on the back.
Fu west narrowed his eyes and read softly: "I, love, you."
Wen Qiuyi smiled, "I love you too."
Fu west said, "Is this your past?"
"No, this is the present continuous tense."
Fu west looked at Wen Qiuyi.
Wen Qiuyi nodded, "These rows in front are the past."
He lit the glass bottles one by one from bottom to top, "Elementary school."
Point your finger upward.
"Junior high school."
"High school."
"The whole high school is in your hands."
Fu west's chest shook, and he laughed, then folded the paper stars back with his fingers.
Wen Qiuyi was surprised: "When did you learn it?"
Fu west smiled, and Wen Qiuyi saw the little tiger tooth on his left, "Three years ago."
Concept: The glass bottle contains the paper stars he folded for him during his three years of high school.
