old farewell

I discovered another character trait of He Baorong - neuroticism.

It was just a phone call received by Zhang Wan.He has been haunting me since I got up in the morning and let him in through the door.As I was brushing my teeth I was still asking, "How many times have you been with him?"

I didn't want to get entangled with him in this kind of nonsense, I said: "Many times. But I'm not you, I can be with anyone."

Slam the door out.I heard him calling me from behind, and he was also afraid that I would be angry, but I really don't want to talk to him now.

For a long time after that, he stopped asking me this question.That day I was fixing the water leak on the roof, and he stayed with me because he couldn't do anything else because his hand was injured.He came up behind me and poured a bottle of water on my back.Feel the cool feeling, and the tiredness and heat are swept away.I knew that was the way he bowed his head.He never said sorry when he did something wrong, he just used his way to please me.

Like that, this guy has been acting a little neurotic lately.Then he leaned over and leaned on my shoulder.I didn't know what he was going to do, I was hesitating whether to ask him what's the matter, but he stood up again and looked downstairs.Downstairs are a bunch of kids playing.

A very young child, full of vigor and vitality.It is a good time to sway your youth wantonly.We have all experienced that period of profound youth. He watched for a while, and then sat on the edge of the eaves with some melancholy, no longer pestering me, and looked at the sky quietly.I don't know what he's thinking, and I don't think he'll tell me.

His abnormality made me vigilant, and I always felt that he wanted to leave me.When I was at work, I called the landlord at the rental house and asked if he was there.After getting the answer that he was still there, I felt a little relieved.

It was very late when I returned to the rental house, and He Baorong was not there. Looking at the messy room, I suddenly felt a sense of loss.There is rarely a warm feeling of home here, just like a simple hostel-I can rest after get off work, and he can come back when he is tired from playing.

Without giving up, he went to check the cabinet, and his clothes were still there, which at least meant that he hadn't left yet, he just went out.

But I didn't feel happy because he didn't leave at all. I lay on the table and guarded the lamp. The blue light was very cold, and the waterfall was still flowing.I have been waiting for him to come back, until I do not know when I fell asleep, suddenly heard the sound of the door knocking, I opened my eyes and saw him standing at the door neatly dressed, I thought he must have gone out to talk to someone fooling around.

"Where have you been?"

"Buy cigarettes."

"Is it necessary to dress so beautifully to buy cigarettes?"

"Hey, I haven't come down for a long time to go shopping, of course I want to dress better!" His tone is still so indifferent, and I have been waiting until now.I can't tell him that I'm afraid he will leave, even though I know silence is indulgence.

The next day I bought a lot of cigarettes and put them neatly in the cabinet for him. He had a look of disbelief: "Why did you buy so many cigarettes?"

"Buy it now, so you won't have to buy cigarettes in the middle of the night!" Of course I know that he can't go out to buy cigarettes in the middle of the night. I don't deny that I have selfish intentions in my heart, I just don't want him to have a reason to go out and fool around.

He jumped into a rage all of a sudden, his face was livid.He smashed the cigarettes I bought into pieces.Then sat on the bed panting and stared at me.I silently picked up the cigarette he dropped.When he went out, he was still staring at the TV in a daze.