Harry grabbed the Philosopher's Stone at the age of 11, killed the Basilisk at the age of 12, singled out a hundred Dementors at the age of 13, won the Triwizard Tournament at the age of 14, grabbed the Prophecy Ball at the age of 15, destroyed the Horcrux with Dumbledore at the age of 16, 17 Kill Voldemort!
If you feel like you should roll back into your mom's belly because of this and get a silly lightning bolt on your forehead so that you can be born in full bloom, that's utterly stupid.
A teenage boy, like our protagonist Oliver, has thrown coins, smoked cigarettes, fought and fell in love.
Small hobbies that are a bit pretentious are allowed, such as listening to French sad songs and concentrating on class.
Thinking of himself as one of a kind motivates him to get up in the morning, eat and then go wild.
Once pushed a fat girl into a puddle and kissed another with a milk mint dunhill taste in her mouth.
In addition, he also knew that Mom and Dad had not had sex for seven months, because when they did, they would turn the light switch to the half position.
When the tall and mighty school bully grabbed his neck with his hands, he would show weakness, but even if he admitted that he was gay, he refused to say Jordana was a bitch.
Oh Jordana, did I forget to mention that she's the girl with the milk mint dunhill in her mouth - the one who burns the hairs on his legs with a match and pats him inept while kissing with a Polaroid, A heartless girl who ran with fireworks.
They are tired of an abandoned industrial park.
Not a cafe, not a movie theater, not any place that can be labeled as romantic.
It was an industrial park that was so deserted that it did not match their age.
But, damn, young is a beautiful mess when you don't do anything in the industrial park!
Of course, they don't necessarily do nothing.
When they were close enough for two weeks, he started suggesting to her that his parents went to the cinema every Thursday. In fact, what he wants to say is whether we should do it anyway.
He is neatly dressed. On the sofa a few feet away from the door, Zhigou waited for a lunge to rush out to open the door. Can't wait to finish the damn candlelight dinner.
She refused to do it with him.
Because he posed the damn pose on the bed.
She is going home.
He gave her a letter he had already written. He actually even wrote the post-mortem letter!
In this elaborate after-the-fact letter, he carefully wrote: "Dear Jordana, thank you for letting me explore your perfect body. I can feel your boiling. You are the only one who can be small and take advantage of Swimming in my body in a mini-sub. We lost our virginity. But it was no different than we lost anything."
He borrowed Shakespeare, Nietzsche and Salinger for Joanna. In order to let him develop a common hobby with himself.
Just because they were in a relationship. Instead of spitting and playing with fire.
But his world wasn't just Joanna, but his parents who hadn't turned the light switch halfway in seven months.
He could imagine his mother leaving peacefully one day while his father helped her pack.
He eavesdropped on fucking phone calls, followed her whereabouts, peeked at her treasures, turned on the tap, and told his parents that he was having an affair, or that he was a "ninja" with the next door.
And all his dad can do is drink and make him turn off the tap. Drinking that cup of water that can never be finished, as if, just like that, you can bury yourself in the water, and don't care whose bed your son and his wife sleep in with the helpless roar.
Oliver can only ask Joanna for help. carefully.
"You don't talk much about your parents? I mean actually my parents got along fine!"
Joanna told him that her mother had a brain tumor.
in all parenting issues. Cancer beats potential infidelity.
He had to walk through this section alone.
at the bus stop. He saw her sadness. Even when he drew a pattern of matches, she felt like tears. She's already caught up in it. He felt that he could not save her.
Joanna told him to go to the hospital on Friday. Meanwhile, Ninja invites his mother to the theater on Friday.
Damn Friday!
He and his father, sitting in a suffocating home, like a submerged submarine.
A phone rang. Another phone rang.
None of them picked up.
His dad lost his mother. He lost Jordana.
I didn't talk to Jordana about his mom because there were only two outcomes: Either the surgery was a success. She would be relieved and not angry with him for long. Either her mother died, then she needed personal space to heal the pain, and in this brief hiatus. He felt he could help his parents save their marriage. Then move on to his responsibilities as the best boyfriend in the world.
The operation was successful, but he lost Jordana. In his world, there is neither Qiong Yao who can roar nor Zhang Xiaoxian who has broken thoughts. No one had ever told him that women actually lived much longer than men. If you dare not show up when she needs you most. Her hate is guaranteed to last as long as the water you've ever drank.
His mother said, when I'm my age, you'll think it's not worth mentioning now.
His mother is 38 years old. short hair. It's been seven months since the lights were turned down halfway. And a wretched "ninja" can't wait to run to the back seat of the car.
If that's what's worth mentioning at 38, Oliver would rather feel sorry for what he's not worth mentioning right now.
He lay in his bed.
Let your world sink six miles under the sea.
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