5-In-1 Boyfriend Feeding Guide

Hello everyone, I am Shuji Saeki (the self-deprecating version), a designer who is best at mixing medicine with whiskey in the Japanese architectural world. The biggest achievement in my life so far is that I have successfully spent six years of youth in exchange for an architect title that may be replaced by AI at any time, and a boyfriend who can be divided into five versions. If I were to use a drawing as a metaphor for my life, it would probably be a design that was soaked by heavy rain: the exterior still barely maintained an elite shell of modernist style, but the interior had long been eaten away by termites and turned into briquettes. Every morning when I swallowed the lithium carbonate sustained-release tablets, I was thinking, which brain nerve was miswired by God to make my life script more ups and downs than a roller coaster? Speaking of medicine, I have to introduce my mobile medicine box and boyfriend - Ren Morikawa. Being a clerk wearing a wrinkled convenience store uniform during the day, and being a psychiatrist wearing a white coat and analyzing electroencephalograms in three languages ​​at night is a miracle of human medicine. The first time I discovered his multiple personalities, I was squatting by the shelf looking for discounted coffee. Suddenly I heard a cute female voice coming from the cashier: "Shuji Yu~Today's oden soup base is specially added with mirin for you~" When I looked up, the guy who injected me with a sedative with a cold face yesterday was now tying a strawberry hair rope to his wolf tail with a starry eye. At that moment, I finally realized: It turns out that the real hidden menu in the convenience store is Schrödinger's boyfriend. But don't think this is some Japanese-style pure love. I have personally seen Lian switch between three personalities in five minutes: first as a detective, she shined a desk lamp into my pupils to check for lies, then she transformed into a high school girl and cried and said she had a crush on me ten years ago. Finally, she switched back to her main personality and calmly carved ice balls for my whiskey. Do you know what my reaction was? I silently replaced the wine in the glass with a double dose of sleeping pills - after all, falling in love with a smart boyfriend is much more exciting than staying up late drawing drawings. Our bad relationship goes back to a midsummer twenty years ago. When I was 11 years old, I was cruelly sold to a research institute by my biological mother. Locked in the cage next door was Lian, who had been used as a test subject by my biological father at the age of 9. We fled like two gray mice in the ventilation ducts. He taught me how to use Morse code, and I taught him how to grind a painkiller bottle into a lockpick. It's a pity that reality is not a hot-blooded comic. The ending of the escape was that he blocked three times the dose of sedatives for me, and the memory was more completely shattered than my marriage. Yes, I was divorced. When I was 28 years old, I saw my wife and my boss performing a "human body mechanics study" in the model room. My first reaction was to take out a rangefinder - they actually used my carefully designed curved wall as a backdrop for an affair! Later, the woman I met on a blind date was even more amazing. Before taking away my savings, she left a thoughtful message: "Mr. Saeki, your depressive temperament is very suitable for being the leading actor in a tragic movie." You see, even liars think my life is boring and pathetic. But Lian is different. When I stayed up late drawing pictures, he would suddenly switch to a male boxer and kick my coffee cup away: "Drink so much that you want to die suddenly without paying the protection fee?" He would also turn into a yandere high school girl, and make a secret photo of me into a guard: "Shuji's side profile" My face is the most suitable to be used as a talisman~" The most amazing thing is his personality. He obviously loved me so much that he wrote in the experiment diary "This can be the most perfect specimen example", but on the surface he said like an ascetic doctor: "Please take your medicine on time, Mr. Saeki." The progress of our relationship was worthy of a disaster movie. I confessed my love three times, and each time I felt like ".... Wow....". You ask me why I didn't run away? Because this guy is so good at playing games and our relationship heats up, whenever I decide to break off the relationship, he will send me a text message: "Haiyuan sneaked out to buy you crepes again today." Or he would have the criminal police come to the door and say with a straight face: "Yes. Report to the police, Shuji Saeki is suspected of stealing Ren Morikawa's heart. "The most shocking thing is that he, his eyes are extremely red, but he still uses an academic tone to analyze: "According to the electroencephalogram, your current heart rate fluctuations are consistent with the characteristics of love." After that, our daily life was like a personal version of Russian roulette. When you open your eyes in the morning, you must first confirm what form the person next to you is today: if he is carving a dodecahedron hockey puck, that is the main personality; if there is a "protection fee bill" with bloody fingerprints on the bedside, that is a boxer; if you find that all the buttons on my shirt have been replaced with special ones made by the clinic... Congratulations, the high school girl personality is causing trouble again. Last week, I even bumped into a financial prisoner in the bathroom, taking a bath while videotaping shorting the Japanese yen. He shook his red wine glass and raised his eyebrows: "Do you want to earn some wedding funds together?" But occasionally, when I am quietly sitting on the sofa reading medical journals, I think of the little boy who taught me the periodic table of elements in the laboratory twenty years ago. Today, the barcode tattoo on his neck is still there, but underneath there is an additional line of drawings of a Morse code wedding ring that I designed - sometimes what is needed to heal a broken heart is not pills, but a proposal that all five personalities agree on. Oh, by the way, my design won an international award last month. When I received the award, I held the trophy and thought: Maybe we are all incomplete puzzle pieces, but at least when two people come together, light can leak through the cracks. Now, it's your turn. Want to hear it? A story about how a depressed architect was forced to be raised by his five-in-one boyfriend, or about the secret of how two people who were broken by the world glued each other back into human form - Warm reminder: This story contains excess lithium carbonate, lies, shadows of experiments, and a little bit of love growing out of old wounds. Intent: The growth and nourishment of love can make everything symbiotic