In fact, I doubt myself a lot of times. I wonder why I always take the previous image to others and long to keep the previous one, but I also hope to discover a new one. Maybe I am the greedy one. People, maybe I¡¯m the one in the true sense, a little bit of nostalgia, to the point where you don¡¯t allow anything new to happen to a person, and you¡¯re still stuck in the past.
I seem to be walking in the same place forever, so it leads to, so I keep digging out the past, trying to make some opinions with him now.
I seem to be the one who is really not sick, I don't have any nerves at all, so at this moment I start to feel ashamed, I can't deny how bad he is with this change now, or But I can't deny that he will lose his original intention in this way, but to be honest.
Maybe I really don't realize my problem, maybe I really hope that he will always be the one who is so innocent and keeps no secrets from me. I can say a lot of words, maybe I don't need to use stereotypes, I hope he will always be that sincere little guy, but I just ignore it, he has no obligation to do so.
I began to be a little confused about myself.
What I need and what I want, or what kind of expectation I want, can be said to be satisfied in front of my current desire that is particularly greedy in my opinion.
I¡¯m starting to want to beat myself up a bit, but my latest conversation can end here. Today¡¯s conversation is also very unpleasant. At the beginning, I was thinking about how I would explain to that kid Pepe, but now it¡¯s really not as good It is in the meaning of being an adult, rather than being limited to the identity of a teacher and a child.
Before, I would regard it as my child, and usually only as one of my classmates, but now I am different, and now I seem to think that all of this is actually just a little bit.
So some things can make me feel some sense of existence, it can be said that I can feel some things that may be very small or say.
Fresh power that springs up like mushrooms after rain.
I believe I'm really starting to get a little tired.
This is the fear of myself, of myself, of my own, the fear that I will never make a change, maybe I should also ask Mr. Zhao for advice.
As you walked, I immediately stretched out my hands, and then put them in front of him, with my palms facing him and my fingers together, making a gesture of adding and pushing away, I mean stop, he also immediately lost his mind Yes, he took a few steps back, because he would be as stubborn as before to keep me, but no, he just sighed a little, swallowed a few times, and walked back.
Even I didn't say it, so far he has already understood such words, and he feels that this conversation can be ended and blanked out.
I just watched him leave before me. This is the first time in my life. This is the real step in my life. He has always watched me leave, and will be behind He kept me at the top of his lungs, or I would leave first, and he watched me leave. However, this scene made me feel rational heartache and shabby. I knew that this child might be suppressing his emotions. If you are forced to grow, you are forced to learn and take the initiative.
But at the same time, at this moment, I also understand, what kind of person I like, I like pure people, I only want people with clean bones, I only want pure people, if I If he is broken, he will definitely suffer, and he has no obligation to change because of my own will.
Similarly, at this moment, I also understood why I was still the same to Mr. Zhao, just expressing my heart, instead of going around him like other teachers.
So I observe and peep from the inside of my bones, from the inside of my whole life. There is really only a monkey. He can satisfy all my desires for human nature. I don¡¯t know where it came from. The reason for coming, or some kind of fate, or the kind of outrageous things that I didn't realize myself, became my destiny.
There will be many people who will be better than his predecessor, but it seems that I will only keep a distance from them, and after maintaining a politeness, I feel that they are just me misfits,I will only keep some expectations for them, keep some fantasies, and bring them into some of my dreams.
But I don¡¯t know why there are only monkeys. Monkeys can make me very down-to-earth, especially people who see fireworks and have a sense of life. They want to get close to him and want to keep getting close to him. In my opinion, these things have really begun Something came up that I couldn't hold on to myself, and it seemed to me particularly scary.
I even actually had an urge, an urge to go directly to the upstairs of the hospital, to see if Teacher Zhao would make me feel excited, I don't know why, I would put my whole body People put all their minds on the monkey, his emotions all affect his every move, and all his words and deeds are ravaging me crazily.
I really started to dislike myself a little bit, and I don¡¯t know when I could believe in myself so decisively. I was really influenced by him, and there are really some things that I can¡¯t even do myself. Controlling the behavior seemed to me no matter what in the future.
How many times I went to see Mr. Zhao again and again, I was afraid, I didn't have the feeling of being moved by other men at all, but I can't call this feeling like a heartbeat, but a feeling of destiny.
I began to suffer, I squatted on the ground, and I frantically recalled which channel or which one of the most important relatives appeared in my life, or some volunteer family members asked me to like such a group of people Ou likes this kind of feeling, likes this kind of missing feeling, likes this kind of personality.
I am really scared.
I am afraid, I will miss him constantly in the future.
And keep feeling sorry for him and praying for him. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com