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Someone handed me a note every day, and that was the most anticipated and sweetest moment of my day.

Now, this person is all my beautiful vision for the future.

*About those nicknames between us.

Couples must have nicknames to show that each other's status is different from others, and same-sex couples are of course the same.

For example, husband and wife can only be called when they have a very close relationship. Otherwise, if you call "wife" to a passer-by casually, he will either treat you as crazy and run away quickly or come up and beat you to death.

It's boring to call two guys baby, sweetheart, etc. Although there are indeed many gays who call their lovers wives, we can't say that.

At first I called Zhou Yi mentally handicapped, but later I found out that all his friends called him that, so I was not satisfied.

You said, I called him mentally handicapped because I was joking and a bit flirty, but wouldn't it be obvious that he was mentally handicapped if everyone called him that?How can this work.It doesn't matter if he is mentally retarded, so what is my mentally retarded boyfriend?

So, when he called me an idiot, I resolutely resisted.Let him explain to me that he thinks "idiots" are cute, and I will never compromise.

So, after he called me an idiot for the nth time, and I ignored him, he finally gave up our nicknames like the duo of "retarded" and "idiot".He started calling me "little meat face".The reason is still cute...

I personally don't think it's pleasant to be pinched by a boy all day long because I have more flesh on my face, not to mention that I don't have flesh at all, at most... a little baby fat.

But in order to get rid of the "idiot", I still lowered my not-so-noble head.

My nickname is tentatively finalized, but what to call him is still a problem.

At the beginning, there were a lot of "mentally retarded" and "mentally retarded" every day, and I thought it was very easy to pronounce. Then someone told me what happened to Zhou Yi, and I listened for a long time and asked in a daze, "Who is he? Does he have anything to do with me?" In the contemptuous gaze of the other party, I slowly came to my senses—oh, his real name is Zhou Yi.

In fact, I really like to call him mentally retarded. I think this is in line with his natural nature.

*About "Two"

Cough cough, I didn't mean to belittle him. I was attracted by his "two" at the beginning. The optimistic spirit that everything is OK will never lack vitality.

To give a few examples.

Although we are in the same grade, but he is in the international class, and the school specially set up a classroom for the international department.That is to say, ten classes of our general high school (ordinary students) are on the first floor, and three classes of their international department are upstairs.

Upstairs and downstairs sounds convenient, but it's not at all.

There are ten classes on one floor, and you can know how long our teaching building is if you think about it.Unfortunately, our class is one in the east, and theirs is in the west.Not coincidentally, our teachers are very strict.On the issue of student interaction, the teachers acted as if they had installed a radar, and corrected them one by one, excluding the situation of being betrayed by classmates.Our genders are so dominant at times like this, we're probably the most dating couple in school without getting caught.

For this reason, he complained to me a lot. He said that when he was in junior high school, he watched those international classes live very relaxed and chic every day. How come the international department of our school has become a county model like Pugao.I always comfort him like this: be content, otherwise how could you meet me?Just think of it as the price of having a super good boyfriend.After he heard this, his expression was distorted. Due to my coercion, he nodded desperately to express his approval.

Before he went abroad, our daytime communication mainly relied on two sad boys as our bridge (he thought it was more romantic like Romeo and Juliet, mentally handicapped), that is, doing coolies.

He wrote me a piece of paper every day, and then gave it to his friend, and his friend gave it to a boy in our class, and the last boy gave it to me.As for the location of the handover, I won't go into details. The men's room is really hard to be elegant.

The contents of this note include text and cartoons, sometimes it is funny, sometimes it is all nonsense, sometimes complain to me for sympathy, we call it a daily newspaper.At the beginning, he would add dates and serial numbers to the daily newspapers, but as the number of daily newspapers increased, we couldn't figure out the number, so we gave up.

On the day he wrote the first daily newspaper for me, our class was going to take a physics test, so the daily newspaper contained the following content:

Idiot, I heard that you are going to take a physics test today.Don't be nervous, let me tell you that one trick is guaranteed to be more useful than worshiping God.Make sure you get the first place in the class in physics.How, want to know?Want to know?Then please!Ah ha ha!Cough cough cough, ordinary people ask me, but you are not ordinary people, I mean you are not my ordinary people.So, I decided to tell you for free.That is: shout "Ultraman give me strength!" in the examination room, remember, be sure to shout.

At the end, he also drew a superman next to him.

My friend laughed out loud when he saw it, I just wanted a dynamic light wave "BIU—" to kill him.

It can be seen from this that at that time his second nerve had already begun to emerge.

One day he wrote me two notes, and he asked his classmate Babaili to send them over after lunch break.Leaving the daily newspaper aside, there was only one sentence on the other note: I slept on my stomach, my saliva soaked more than [-] pages, and then I borrowed a hair dryer from a girl to dry it. I am amazing, ahahahaha!

I comforted myself while watching him bubbling. It turned out that when I first met, I was trying to pretend to be tall, rich and handsome, while he was also working hard to pretend to be an ordinary young man.It's not easy for everyone.

After getting along with him for a long time, I have also become calmer, at least I will not be entangled with my image after I finish my sophomore year.

I think people like him who can come to the second level are really rare species and should be protected.And the way I protect him is to constantly torture him, making his nerves stronger and stronger.

Now, I can proudly say that I have succeeded.He himself admitted that I was the only one who could make him smile wryly with just a few words, and also the only one who bullied him and beat him every day.

But God testifies, Dao is as tall as one foot and devil is as tall as ten feet. His narcissism and cheekiness can always refresh the upper limit of my imagination.Although he kept telling me that it was because he was with me that he made me so happy, and that he was mature and steady when he was with others, but——I don't believe it!To say that I had liberated his nature was more or less the same.

When he went abroad, we all had big Internet calls, and there was no need to pay for traffic.Think about the eight yuan per minute call fee, and then look at this kind of free phone call. We have to face the occasional dropped calls and annoying noises with a tolerant attitude.Often when I was talking happily, I suddenly found that there was no sound on his side. I tentatively said "Hello?" Still there was no sound, and when I put the phone in front of me, I realized that it had been disconnected long ago.No one listened to the whole bunch of things I said before!At this time, I took a deep breath, practiced the art of tolerance, and silently replayed it...

*About appearance

He has dark skin, and I like to tell him about it when I call.

One time, my classmate and I went back to the dormitory after the evening self-study get out of class, and suddenly saw something moving beside the flower bed. The classmate curiously pulled me over to have a look, but within a few steps, I heard a low-pitched male voice calling my name , my classmate was so scared that he almost screamed.The two of us approached tremblingly, only to find that the lump was Zhou Yi standing in the grass.

I told him: "You are especially suitable for doing bad things. You don't even need to wear night clothes when you go out to steal chickens and dogs at night. No one will find you."

He said disdainfully: "I was low-key, I was afraid that my light would blind your eyes."

I said, "What are you talking about? I can't hear... I must have heard something dirty just now."

He froze: "Look, your ears have been pierced by my light."

I:"……"

He continued: "Do you know why I like to stand on the windowsill when I'm on the phone? Because I want to use my light to illuminate your world and warm your heart!"

I:"……"

He asked: "Why don't you talk, are you very touched? Am I very romantic?"

I ignored him, holding my phone up and laughing so hard.

*About chubby faces and dating.

I consider myself to be quite strong, not the kind of fat boy, but he likes to pinch my cheeks and call me chubby.

Several times, when I went downstairs, I happened to catch up with him going upstairs. He saw me through the railing, and ran up to me in three steps at a time, bringing his face closer.My first reaction was that he wanted to kiss me. I was nervous and looking forward to this bold behavior, and stood there blushing waiting for his next move.In the end, he stretched out his hand and pinched the flesh on my face vigorously, and sighed "little fleshy face" in satisfaction.The roommate who was walking next to me burst into laughter on the spot. When I returned to the dormitory at night, every boy came over and pinched my face, and then made a conclusion: the flesh on my face is really soft and easy to pinch.

I am angry!

I continued to resist, and still used the previous method. When he called me a little meaty face, I ignored him.Now, when he saw that "little meat face" didn't respond, he started calling me "idiot". Here comes the array.

Forget it, let's just have a little fleshy face, at least it sounds cuter than an idiot.

However, it turns out that he can't be too indulgent.After calling me "little face" for a few days, he went so far as to call me "pig head".Whether it is tolerable or unbearable, I decided to ignore him completely, and detour when I saw him from a distance.

He was really anxious to see me like this.You know, he is the kind of person who likes to get tired of being together when he is really in love, and he is more obsessive than girls.In view of the strict management of our school, basically only every weekend afternoon we can go out to watch a movie together.The time spent together is pitifully small (of course, half of the reason is his "romantic behavior" of keeping distance).

Every time we go out on a date, he holds my hand.I don't like to hold hands with others, especially in summer when my palms are sweaty and sticky, so every time he wants to hold my hand, I hide back and tell him: "Be low-key when you're gay, stay one meter away from me !” He pulls again, and I hide again.We were chatting on the main road, causing pedestrians to look sideways.He was really impatient, so he immediately hugged me into his arms, straightened my right hand and opened his left hand, and told me that there is now a distance of one meter between us.

He would be especially reluctant when taking a taxi back, he would stick close to me and play with my hands, if not for the driver in front of him, he would definitely have kissed me directly.Unable to act openly, he often said angrily: "I will stick to you." My embarrassment is so embarrassing that I can't hide it even if I want to.

When I used to be a taxi driver, the driver liked to talk nonsense with me, but now it’s all right, the driver in the car with him is silent all the way, and he is very efficient and does not detour at all.I guess the driver must be feeling in his heart: the young people nowadays are really indecent.

*About breaking up

We have been dating for so long and have never had a fight, because a little cold war is a big deal for us.The two breakups between us were like this. The first time I didn't watch a movie with him for two consecutive weeks, which means we didn't have a good conversation together for two weeks.At that time, we had only been dating for two months, which could still be regarded as the period of passionate love. I felt that I was in love just to experience the feeling of being in love. Since I have already experienced it, there is no need to be so nasty every day.But he can't, he thinks I'm too cold for him, and he's very disappointed that I'd rather stay home with a book than watch a movie with him.Then the night after I told him for the second time that I wasn't available, he sent me a message: I think we're only on my side when we're together.

I replied to him: I may prefer to have space.

Him: Is there not enough space between us?

My……

Him: Can't you give me the same heat?

Me: Sorry, I can't give as much as you can.

Him: Well, I see.

After sending the message, I threw the phone aside and continued reading.He didn't say goodnight to me that night.Once a female friend of mine joked with him that a boyfriend must say good night every day, because wanan means "I love you love you".After hearing this, he really said good night to me every night before going to bed. I thought it was meaningless and a waste of phone money, so I occasionally replied "Hello too".

The next day there was still no good night, not even a daily newspaper.I suddenly realized something, and quickly took out my phone to send him something casually.Before I could organize my words with my hands on the keyboard, I heard a loud voice above my head: "Hand it over!" My heart skipped a beat from the sudden sound, and my phone fell to the ground.I am an idiot, thinking about him, I actually took out my mobile phone in the head teacher's class in a daze.

That night, I was scolded in the office for three full nights and my mobile phone was confiscated.

And I broke up with him like this, although I didn't say a word of separation.

It was the same with our second breakup.It was plain and simple, I was about to go to junior high school and he was going to go abroad, it happened that all the friends around me seemed to be breaking up, so we also followed this trend.There was no quarrel, and no one dumped the other, and very tacitly moved the other party from the lover's seat to the friend's seat.

In the third year of high school, I chatted with him on the Internet every week, and the topics had become very vague, nothing more than "how is your body recently" and "are you still used to the surrounding environment?" He never talked about it.

But having said that, when I adopted an indifferent attitude towards him, he finally showed weakness.Don't call me a pig, he invited me to the playground after the evening self-study get out of class, in the silent darkness, under the moonlight, I heard him call me "wife" softly.

With a cold face, I beat him with a black nose and a swollen face.

When he is in a good mood and poor with me, he will call me Kiss Mr. He, and I will call him Mr. Zhou along the way.After thinking about it, I felt that calling him Mr. was too flattering, so I added the word "idiot" to him.Now when he calls me overseas, Crayon Shin-chan’s voice, “Xiaobai Xiaobai, where are you?” will be heard on my mobile phone, and then “Big Idiot Mr. Zhou” will be displayed on the screen.

Ladies and gentlemen, I absolutely did not bully him to take advantage of him!Do you guys know what my name is on his phone?It's "Mr. Pig He"!

*About present and future

When he called me by many names, after getting along for a long time, I can figure out his way.

He is always in a good mood when playing with me or on the phone. At this time, he likes to call me: boyfriend, Mr. He.

Since there is a twelve-hour time difference between him and me, most of the time either I am in class or he is busy.The communication between us mainly relies on leaving messages. When he leaves a message, he will call me: pig head, big idiot, idiot, etc., saying how stupid I am, I can’t take care of myself, my interpersonal communication is bad, and I don’t focus on my studies. , Anyway, it made him extremely worried.But at this moment, I knew he was missing me.

He rarely called me by my name, and he never did when he was angry.I said that there is no quarrel between us, so sometimes we disagree, and when he sees a tendency to quarrel, he will call me "kiss", and when I hear him call me "kiss", my goosebumps immediately fall One place, and then the topic was endlessly twisted until we forgot what we were discussing.

Now, that mentally retarded and narcissistic bad guy blatantly posted my photo to Moments, with a swipe of a pen, and a note of three words: little wife.

Heh heh heh, look, one day he will be misbehaving, my little wife will sell him to a black African as a concubine!