restless youth syndrome

Title: Restless Youth Syndrome

Author: floating re

One day I met a man who made me pour out all my emotions. He was seventeen or eighteen years old. When I fell in love, I couldn't control it. I endured and changed myself to accept him, to accept his love, But I don't know when, I found that I can't do it.Since I can't do it, please let me disappear, and in this body, live a new soul, a me who can accept his love, and replace the previous me to love him and be loved.

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first disease

?The city at night always gives people a sense of mystery, which induces countless people to explore here, and even countless people fall into the abyss.

This is my story, not sad, not long ago.

Our love is full of so many inconceivable things, I can't help but want to record all of this, in the form of words, to describe.

That year I was a sophomore and a wage earner.

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The place where I work is a very famous cake shop, but don't get me wrong, I don't know how to make cakes, I'm just a cashier there.

But the responsibility of the cashier is huge. If you make a slight mistake and lose one or two yuan, you have to be on guard against being sued by the boss—our boss has a special thing, and he cares about little things.

A customer came to the store today and insisted that he called yesterday to order a cake, why didn't he make it for her when he came to pick it up today?The little girl who was in charge of answering the phone was very wronged, because I also heard it yesterday. The person called very late, and he didn't speak clearly, with an accent. Make a note of it.But the responsibility is still on us, so the boss gave a lesson to all the staff in our store. When we left the store, it was already [-] o'clock in the evening.

Walking out from the back door of the store, this time is exactly the time when that kind of people haunt. There are many people on the street, most of them are dressed very trendy, shuttling among the crowd, I deeply feel that I do not belong to this time.

I don't live in a dormitory, because our family lives in this city and is close to the school, so it's not necessary.

My family lives in an ordinary community. The community has been around for some years, and the buildings are very old. The lawns downstairs are planted by those old men and women. It looks like a vegetable garden. Although it is not very beautiful, it is very interesting. Feel at home.

When I got home, I took out the key and opened the door. It was deserted, and there was still no one there.

My family still has something to say.

My dad is an old gambler who has been gambling for a long time. He smokes, drinks, plays cards and plays for money all day long. According to my mother (my mother), she met my dad in a casino at that time. She was only in college at that time, just for a job. Make some money, and then meet my dad, although my dad is a bit of a jerk. ． ．He's a jerk, but at that time, he was indiscriminately pleasing to women, and as time passed, the two of them rubbed against each other and became hot.Then there was me. At this time, my mother hadn't graduated from college. My mother's parents strongly opposed it, but they didn't listen, and finally eloped.In the few years after I was born, my family life was quite happy, but my dad still didn’t have a regular job, and he still gambled, and his gambling addiction was getting worse day by day.When I was five or six years old, my dad owed people a lot of debts and had to rely on my mom to earn money to support her life. In the end, my mom couldn't hold on and divorced my dad. How old was my mom at that time Ah, there are plenty of men chasing after me, and they are good-looking, so I left us and ran away.Not long after my mother left, my father remarried. At that time, Aunt Chen (my stepmother) still had some money at home, so she helped my father pay off his gambling debts.At that time, I could hear clearly that my dad knelt in front of Aunt Chen and swore that he would never gamble again. After a few years of stability, he started again.

My Auntie Chen is not a very honest person. She likes to play mahjong with others, smokes and drinks alcohol, and often stays out at night, but because I don’t miss pocket money, I don’t particularly dislike her.

Recently, my dad’s gambling addiction has been unstoppable. In recent years, people who come to my house to collect debts often leave behind closed doors. Some difficult ones are not irresistible.It's just that Aunt Chen also became addicted to gambling, and the two parties were demanding debts, which made the family feel embarrassed all of a sudden.

They often stay out at night, and there is such a reason - fear of debt collection.

This was difficult for me. I changed many jobs, and finally chose to work as a cashier in a cake shop. The salary here is high and I am not tired. I still have leftover bread to eat at night. The salary is pretty good.

The words go a little far.

I dropped the keys on the table and opened the refrigerator to see if there was anything for dinner.

As soon as I opened the refrigerator, I was overwhelmed by the smell inside.

Those dishes really don't know how many days are left, and they exude an unpleasant smell of many things mixed together.

Without saying a word, I dumped those things in the trash can and threw the dishes in the sink.

I took out my pocket and found that there were still about ten yuan in it, which was enough for me to go downstairs to buy a bucket of instant noodles and a bottle of soda.

I scratched my hair, feeling extremely irritable.

. . . . . .

I put the things I took on the cashier counter, and the cashier guy knew me, and we chatted about school things while checking out.

He is two years older than me and will graduate this summer. We are in the same department, but he prefers to study books that I can't understand.

"Have you figured out what to do after graduation?" He found change for me.

"No, let's take one step at a time. You know how my family does."

He nodded, gave me the change, said hello and I left.

There are generally no cars on our side of the road, and there are few street lights, which emit very dim light. There are old trees all around, which completely cover the light of the street lights.

I really didn't expect such an old scene like a car accident to appear on me. I was carrying the bag to dig out the steel coins in it, and suddenly a car rushed out. I heard the horn, but I didn't react to it. Dodging, the car drove past me, turned around and stopped in front of me.

I was hit and fell to the ground, and the change in the bag was also spilled. The owner of the car got out of the blue Bentley with an almost calm expression on his face, which made me feel very angry.

The man has three-dimensional facial features like a European. He is tall, estimated to be a head taller than me. He is wearing a well-tailored black suit. As soon as he approaches me, the atmosphere becomes dignified and he is a little out of breath. a feeling of.He is not vicious, but very good-looking, but it makes people a little scary.

The smell of Marlboro's smoke and incense mixed together lingered on the tip of his nose. It smelled very good, and it came from a man.

"Don't look at the car when crossing the road?" With a low tone, my heart trembled.

His tone was really unceremonious. If it was someone else, I would have turned my back on him long ago, but this person seemed difficult to deal with. I didn't want to provoke too much trouble for a moment of talk, so I stood up from the ground, with some pain on my knees. It hurts, I guess it was broken. The wound left when we first met was on the knee, which foretells what will happen in the future, but I had no way of knowing at that time. I patted the dust on my body, stood up and said, "Sir, I'm afraid I'm not the only one responsible for this matter. It's your fault that you drove so fast on this small road and didn't notice the pedestrians."

The man gave a chuckle through his nose.

"Get in the car, I'll take you to the hospital."

He just didn't want to talk nonsense with me. Although his attitude was very contemptuous, he left me alone without saying anything. I can't get into trouble with him because of his tone. It must be my fault.

He took me to the hospital, I will definitely go, although I just scratched my skin, but at this time I can't be polite to him, and I don't want to be polite to him.

My knee was hurting right now, and I couldn't walk smoothly. As soon as I closed the car door, he drove the car out, which surprised me.

I wanted to get angry with him and say what kind of attitude he had, but when the words came to my lips, the aura emanating from him forced my words back.

When I arrived at the hospital, there was nothing serious. Now that the weather is warmer, I wear less clothes, and there are quite a lot of scratches on my body.

When the doctor rubbed the medicine on me, the man consciously went out to pay the medical expenses.

It's really unlucky, this happened to me when I went out to buy instant noodles.

Forget it, I have been in car accidents a few times in my life, but luckily I got scratched. It is estimated that after this time, this kind of accident will not happen again in the future. I am a little lucky when I think about it.

After the man came back, I had already finished taking the medicine. I didn’t feel any pain when I broke my knee. For some reason, it started to hurt now, that kind of burning pain.

I staggered as I got up and fell on top of the man.

The smell of Marlboro and sandalwood filled my nose instantly, and my brain was a little out of control for a moment.

Then the man drove me home. When I was almost downstairs, I touched my pocket and found that the key was not there. I thought about it, and then suddenly remembered that I left the key on the table at home. When I went out Didn't take it at all.

Then I wanted to ask him to send it to a small hotel nearby, but I found out a few dollars in change.

The atmosphere was awkward for a moment, and I quickly thought about where else I could spend the night tonight.

"Thank you, I'll be fine here, stop the car." I told him.

He glanced at me, didn't speak, and the car didn't stop, then drove out of the residential area and headed for the city center.

In fact, that day he could have