Crazy in love

A girl from Class 912 was taken away by her parents.

When I entered the office after class, I saw two women standing silently. The head teacher was talking. One of them was carefully looking through a notebook. She made slight movements and looked up with shame on her face. When he met my eyes, he looked away and continued to look down.

After the parents left, the head teacher explained in detail what happened to the girl who was taken away, saying: "She was possessed by a demon. Wang Jiaren's name was everywhere in her notebook, with red check marks on them. I am Let her parents see it, and the parents will be angry and take the student away."

Mathematics teacher Zhang asked: "What does the check mark on the name mean?"

English teacher Li explained: "I like it, I love it. Wang Jiaren is very handsome and is a member of the school's student union. I can ask for leave so that he won't fall in love with her."

I didn't say anything, my thoughts flew far away...

Confused? It means going too far to the point of being crazy, being so crazy that it is abnormal, and is what normal people think of as neuroticism.

Love? Just like it to the extreme. Can she love a little girl in her teenage years? I think she can. She did it when she was young. Parents, children, toys... they are all the objects of her love, but the degree of liking is different. Now, she likes a boy, but the wrong person, or her liking for boys was accidentally discovered by others, and she immediately became a scourge, "How could you do this? You bad girl!"

A few years ago, when I was in my thirties, I remember it was winter and there were four teachers talking around the stove in my office. I had just read a poem and after reading it carefully, I couldn't help but say a word of appreciation. Then, Teacher Zhang, who was warming himself by the fire, immediately became embarrassed: "Hey - look at you, why are you still reading that thing? "He was full of ridicule, feeling embarrassed for me. I understood what he meant: You are the mother of two children, you are someone else's wife, love and love are no longer with you, why are you still paying attention to that thing?

I explained nonchalantly: "I think his writing is really good. ”

“It’s not even good!” What's your age? Why are you still looking at that? "He also emphasized that at that moment, he was like my parent and my head teacher.

In this picture, the teacher will retire in two years and teach mathematics. He is tall and powerful, and Li is standing around the stove. The teacher will retire in another year, and the other two are female teachers, one is fifty years old and the other is two years younger than me. Their favorite topics are family income, this year’s pig price, and whether pork has gone up or down in Zhang. While the teacher was criticizing me, two of them looked up and looked at me secretly.

I was so ashamed. I was a bad woman. How could I envy the poet's unreasonable thoughts? Which onion is it?

It’s just that there is love and sex in most literary works, some are explicit and some are subtle, especially long-form works. Without those, who would read it?

According to conventional moral definitions, the love between a man and a woman can only be limited to the years before marriage. In order to find a suitable marriage partner, one can focus on the opposite sex and talk about love, but the prerequisite must be For marriage. If you are too young, for example, fifteen or sixteen, like the girl in front, it is too young; if you are in your thirties, like me, you are too old, it will not work, the world will despise it, and morality will not allow it.

Thinking about it this way, I am indeed a bad woman. I liked boys in elementary and middle school, and now I still like men when I am old. Fortunately, I hide it well and keep the person I like in my heart so that no one knows. I am just an adult exaggerating. A good child in the eyes of teachers, the envy of my peers, what should I do if they know my secret and peek into my heart?

The word "love" is too scary, just like it secretly

I secretly told my best friend, and she said she understood, but she said the people in your office don't think the same way as you. , she also helped me capture the traces of the man I liked. I had no choice but to tell my best friend that I was worried. That man was the leader of my best friend’s work. Fortunately, my best friend didn’t betray me.

I asked newly married young mothers: "Do you like him, want to be close to him, are you willing to wash clothes and cook for him, feel happy when you touch him with your fingers, maybe in a month?" I wanted to have sex with him for a few days."

The young mothers laughed: "Sister, you are so ridiculous, no, never."

I was confused, they were only three. Around ten years old, neither husband nor wife is more liked than others? There is no need to talk about "love". I told the man at home about it on the bed, and he laughed: "It must be there. No one else will tell you, but you are stupid and ask others."

I am glad that the boy I liked in elementary school liked someone else; in middle school The boy I liked was the squad leader. There were too many girls who liked him, so I took another look at his white shirt. When I was in normal school, my mother said, "If you dare to fall in love, I will strangle you to death." I was timid, and I liked him when I was in normal school. Boys are blank. The person getting married is okay, as long as he doesn't play cards, I like him. As for the colleague of my best friend, there is another reason. I have never met him in the sixteen years since I fell in love with him. My best friend found an opportunity for me to go and have a few words with him, but I didn’t want to. I didn’t go either. I always felt that I'm not good enough to express my love, it's enough to love her in my heart.

Actually, to be honest, sometimes I want to walk with the man I like, talk and fall in love, but I tell myself in my heart: No, you can’t be crazy.

If that girl’s notebook had not been discovered by others, she would have been as normal as me. Unfortunately, she was caught, she got demonic, and she became a humiliation to her mother... What will happen to her now? ? Can she hold on? Will she go back to school? well!

When my thoughts came back, they were still discussing...