His Little Tail

1>Any similarity in this article is purely coincidental. Comments are welcome. It is not recommended to use dirty words. If there is any, I will delete it immediately when I see it! ! 2>The article may be different from the copywriting in general, so don't trust the copywriting entirely! 3>The author of this article may be a little irritable. If there is any conflict, I apologize in advance! 4>Reject any unreasonable criticism. If you have a point, I will listen carefully. If you are looking for trouble, then leave as soon as possible! 5>The author is still a student and knows the law! If there is any similarity, I will change it immediately! 6>Look at the opening copy! Also look at the back! The copywriting is a must-read! ———————— Copywriting: There was one person I particularly hated. His name was Yan Jiuqing. He was a child that my mother suddenly brought back. That day my mother brought a little child in. I was only two years old at the time. I don't even remember what my mother told me about it later. I was very young at that time, so I would play with him every day. When I went to kindergarten, I gradually understood some things, and I told Yan Jiuqing: I don't like you, stay away from our home, it's all because of you that my mother loves me less, hum! At that time, Yan Jiuqing seemed to be frightened by my words and never smiled again. He always avoided me, and the two of us were always in a stalemate, and no one said anything about making up. Later it gradually got better. I fell in love with him fifteen years ago, and I liked him secretly for eight years. When I was a sophomore in high school, I confessed that he didn't seem to like me. When I was a senior in high school, my mother looked through my diary and hired a psychiatrist for us. It's of no use. I still like him. I never saw him again after taking the exam in my senior year of high school, as if... He had disappeared from my world. My mother told me about him during my junior year of college, and I felt uncomfortable. In the end, there was nothing to regret. Diary of that day: June 21, 2015, Wednesday, sunny I haven't seen my brother since the exam today, it's the summer solstice. I asked everyone, but no one told me. They all had the same answer. I didn't see him after the exam. I've been looking for him for a long time, but I haven't found him. I don't know why I feel so panicked. Maybe it's because I've been thinking about too many things recently. He won't come to my birthday today either! Bad brother! I'm going to beat him when he comes back! Let me tell you something quietly: This is the 3164th day since I fell in love with him, 9 years ago! June 21, 2021, Tuesday, sunny There will be people asking for me as a law graduate. Day 5721 when I still like him. —————————— One day, Yan Qing, who was lying on the bed, ran out of bed and looked at the pieces of paper scattered on the ground. He looked through them one by one. His eyes became shocked for a moment, and he picked up the piece of paper that had been dusted for a long time and turned yellow: My mother doesn't want me to contact him recently, but he is my brother. She found me another brother. This brother is very gentle. He tells me stories and listens to my stories. Why does he always mention my brother? Am I the one bringing it up, or is it him? Yan Qing raised his head, looked at the pale light, and looked at his immature handwriting. He felt like he couldn't breathe, so he could only sigh softly: After all, it's just that I like my brother, it's just wishful thinking. In this society, how many people have truly looked at their own hearts? Whoever listens to just a few words determines this person's character and outlook. ———————— The outline is set. I know who will live and who will die. A few words cannot change their fate. In this case, it is better not to mention it. BE, there will be a little bit of abuse in the middle. As the saying goes, small abuse makes you happy, but big abuse hurts your body. The writing is not good, sorry ———————— Look over there at Leng Yuan Su Jian! She has opened a new book "Platycodon" again. This time it is finally about me. The story of the psychiatrist will be written by her. I recommend everyone to read it! Bow, bow. ———————— What kind of three views is the real three views? What kind of tragedy is truly tragic? Was it the words you said when you first fell in love that made you hit the bottom of your life, or was it your parents who stopped you when you were having sex with me? None. It is to be able to truly face your own heart, know what you want, understand, and what you should do. Since we cannot change society, we cannot let society change us. Let society adapt to our existence. Even if we wait until the day when we can hold hands and embrace openly, our story will not be finished. Purpose: Love life, true love comes first