How small a person's heart must be to accommodate only one person...
I think about him all the time, want to get closer to him, get closer... I want to rub him into my own flesh and blood, not allowing a little gap, let alone coveting him, even the slightest bit.
How did it become like this? Was it the warmth accumulated day by day in the long darkness, or the deep lovesickness day by day, that broke out completely when he was finally able to touch him
I know this kind of madness is terrible, and it may even hurt him, but I can't stop it, it has become my living instinct, an obsession engraved deep in my soul... The only thing that can appease this kind of madness is his whole heart. s concern.
Fortunately, my Fan, he also loves me... Otherwise, I can't imagine what kind of situation I will get with him.
Because he loves me, all my paranoia and eccentricity are tolerated by him. That kind of tolerance has already exceeded the bottom line of most people. Although he can tolerate me, almost all of his friends don't agree with me, and try their best to persuade him to leave me.
All this, I know, I look indifferent on the surface, but who can know the panic in my heart, although I know he loves me, but I am not confident enough, I am afraid, afraid that he will leave me, he is me The only pursuit and greatest desire since I was young, I can't imagine how I will live if he leaves me.
Although it seems that I domineeringly control everything about him and severely restrict his freedom to make friends, but in fact, I live by him. If he leaves me, I don't know what to do. In this helplessness, I stare at people more and more, even a few times, even I know that this time is too much, looking at his slightly sunken face , Panic almost overwhelmed me.
But this kind of crisis, every time after I was stiff for a few days, I was hugged helplessly by him and resolved after I sighed "You...".
Year after year, those who persuaded him to leave me are still there, but Fan has always stood by my side, using his actions to answer those people's persuasion, and also using his actions to express that he will never leave me. will leave my mind.
Under Fan's consistent trust, my restless heart was finally soothed.
Once, I thought about what would happen to me if Fan left me. At that time, I thought about destroying with Fan, even if I died, I would not allow Fan to leave me. But now, getting along with Fan tenderly every day makes my heart hurt when I think of that possibility. I think, if Fan still wants to leave me now, I will destroy it alone, and I can't bear to touch Fan. Bar.
Fortunately, Fan loves me so much.
When I am with Fan, most of the time it is Fan who is tolerant of my feelings. I think the age gap between me and Fan should still exist. Although it does not appear on the outside, Fan is always ten years older than me. ten years.
The gap of these ten years may not seem obvious now, but one day, this gap will be revealed. I am ten years younger than Fan, and my inner strength is also deeper than Fan. If I and Fan can really grow old together, then The first to leave must be Fan... However, I am not so afraid of this possibility, because there is no world of Fan, and I will not live alone. On the road to Huangquan, I will definitely walk side by side with Fan.
Sometimes, I would even rejoice that I was ten years younger than Fan, because at that time, I still had the ability to take care of the old Fan and fulfill my promise to Fan's parents. Fan will not have children, but in the last situation of Fan, There will be no one to take care of.
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Today is a good day, because a certain annoying person is finally getting married.
Gong Yijun, the person who has been jumping up and down in front of Fan, trying to attract Fan's attention in this childish way, is finally getting married.
The day before the wedding, the groom-to-be stood outside the villa in the rain instead of preparing for the wedding. Unfortunately, he couldn't wait for the person he wanted to wait for. When he saw me standing on the balcony When he was there, he was stunned for a moment, and then he left with a lonely face. That back view really looked a little pitiful. But I can't feel any sympathy, there's no way, who made this Gong Yijun always be the most vigorous one in persuading Fan to leave.
On the day of the wedding, Fan and I arrived on time and gave a generous gift. I looked at Gong Yijun, who was holding the bride's arm and smiled reluctantly, and said a lot of congratulations. The bride smiled like a flower after hearing these words. As for a certain A bridegroom with a pale complexion is out of my consideration.
After Gong Yijun got married, he really seldom swayed in front of me and Fan. The voice that separated me and Fan, without this main force, gradually weakened until it disappeared, and even most people They all began to acquiesce in the presence of me beside Fan.
Although I have never cared about those doubting voices, it is undoubtedly a comfortable thing to be recognized.
At night, I kissed Fan's cheek, heard Fan's moving breathing, and couldn't help but entered into Fan's body fiercely. After being lingering in that warm package, I hugged the exhausted Fan. Lie quietly on the bed.
My hand lingered on Fan's longing body, and I didn't know when it touched Fan's firm and flat belly. Thinking of what was left in Fan's body just now, I laughed in a good mood.
Van heard my laughter, opened his eyes and asked me what I was thinking.
I paused and said, "I was thinking that I have worked so hard, why is Fan not pregnant yet?"
The air pressure on Fan's body immediately dropped, so I was kicked out.
Standing naked outside the bedroom, I knew the joke was over, and I felt a little regretful in my heart. I don’t know when Fan will calm down. In fact, the sentence just now was really a joke. I think, I should be glad that Fan couldn’t live. My child's, because I want to get all of Fan's attention, and I can't tolerate anything that takes away his attention, even if that person is my child.
Just as he was in a daze, the door in front of him suddenly rang, and then it was pulled open suddenly, a quilt was thrown over, and then the door closed again with a snap.
I hugged the quilt, a sweetness overflowed in my heart, even if Fan was angry, he never forgot to care about me. I didn't take the quilt anywhere, but wrapped it in the quilt, and lay down against the door, closing the quilt on my body, hoping that when I woke up the next day, I wouldn't be scared by me at the door.
My happiness is to be with Fan. As unique to each other, not mixed together with any other.
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