He was full of stubble and looked handsome, but he had long hair, a thin face, and deep sunken eyes. Looks very old. He spent five years in prison, inexplicably. In the face of other people's threats, absurd trials, he never said a word, very quietly, very quietly, sitting in the hat of the baseball team that his mother was crazy about, sitting meekly. But when he was explaining the letter to his mother for the fool, he kept chattering like an old man. Shattered thoughts as if never spoken. Has he felt love? His dad never liked him, for no reason, just not. His mom never remembered what he liked, only baseball games. All he wanted to do was to make himself look good in front of his parents, so he "kidnapped" a girl. The story begins like this absurdly: holding back urine, kidnapping, absurd parents, a fool who always listens to his mother, a girl who has a crush on a girl who suddenly appeared for many years, sitting naked in the bathtub with a strange girl and doing nothing, imaginary Murder, inexplicable awakening. He is really just a child. Since his dog was killed by his father in front of his face, he has never shown love or liking. The only girl he has liked has to cover his face and avoid it after many years. His so-called liking was just that he passed by in front of her house every day, leaving only the appearance and not even remembering the name. He dared not speak of love, so he pretended to hate everything, with unruly hairstyles and disrepaired beards. He is very cowardly, so he pretends to be strong, but he runs into walls everywhere but dares not refute. He doesn't know how to be gentle, so he speaks rudely, but he never hurts anyone, and even the long-planned assassination is just a fantasy. He said that he didn't have a girlfriend because he didn't like them, meaning he thought, he could let anyone be his girlfriend. These are just words of bravery, he doesn't want the strange girl in front of him to look down on him. He said he was with his "girlfriend" because he liked freedom, but the truth is, he was never hugged, he was never bound, and he never knew the warmth of that nostalgia. In the end, the child, the teenager, returned to her arms. She was the angel sent to save him, a synonym for all good things, but stubbornly loved him alone, fell in love with the desolation, and the hidden The warmth and scars behind the desolation. May all young people have someone to comfort your desolation and be saved by angels.
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