"Boys feel increasingly burdened and even have a slight tendency to become depressed."
"Later, the boys got an opportunity to study abroad."
"The boys are happy."
"He thinks that even if the girl doesn't accept the breakup for the time being, it's good for them to be separated for a while."
"But just as he was sorting out his rituals..."
Zhao Luzheng paused, "He was knocked unconscious by a girl."
…
"Knocked out?"
Zhuge Yun's expression suddenly became a little strange, "Did the girls lock up the boys?"
…
"right."
Zhuge Yun trembled all over, "The girl not only locked up the boy, but also tied him up. She takes care of the boy like a baby every day."
"The boy finally bit his tongue and committed suicide."
"Girls have been taking care of boys' bodies."
…
"...What a magical story this is..."
Zhuge Yun grinned.
…
"What a rubbish story!"
Zhao Luzheng looked like he had eaten something disgusting.
"That book had a serious impact on my young mind at that time!"
"It took me a long time to calm down."
...
"...Where is this love story?"
Zhang Bo shook his head, "Are you reading horror novels?"
...
"have no idea."
Zhao Luzheng pressed his belly.
When I read the story, I felt sick to my stomach again.
His face is not very pretty.
"Anyway, I have never read a love story book since that book."
...
"no no."
Zhuge Yun rectified the name of the love story book, "What you are reading is not a love story book at all."
"At least not a love story book in the general sense."
"You haven't seen so many sweet and sour love story books, why did you come across such a weird one?"
...
"I want to ask too."
Zhao Luzheng rubbed his belly again.
"You can't even imagine how I felt at that time."
...
"Then you've finished reading it?"
Zhuge Yun was both amused and confused.
Such a dark storyline is naturally nothing to them now.
He has seen darker ones.
Quite a few.
But for children who were still young at that time, it was indeed a huge impact.
...
Zhao Luzheng was speechless.
"...Don't you want to read the whole book now that you've read half of it?"
"The main reason is that I still have hope for the ending before I see it."
"Maybe in the end the girls will be influenced and let go of the boys?"
"Or maybe a girl learns how to love properly and gets a boy back, or something like that?"
"Isn't this a good ending?"
At least it's much better than the stupid ending of being blackened, imprisoned, and finally committing suicide.
In particular, the author also gives a detailed description of the psychological state of the imprisoned boys...
The boy ended his life before he went crazy...
...
"Innocent child."
Zhuge Yun patted Zhao Luzheng on the shoulder sympathetically.
...
"It's just a story."
Zhang Bo comforted Zhao Luzheng.
"If you don't like it, forget it."
...
"...can't forget..."
He also wanted to forget it.
He really thought he had forgotten before.
"It's all my fault, second brother."
"It reminds me of it again."
...
"ah?"
Zhuge Yun felt that he had been shot innocently, "Didn't you remember it yourself?"
Don’t make any mistake about this relationship!
...
"You should read more normal love story books."
Xiao Xiao laughed.
"Otherwise, when it comes to love story books, isn't that the one you think of?"
...
"yes."
Zhuge Yun nodded, "Let sweet love fill your brain."
"That way you'll forget that weird story."
"or-"
Zhuge Yun grinned, "Fight poison with poison."
"Read more similar dark love story books."
"You will feel that the stories you read at that time were nothing more than pediatrics."
...
"...Thank you for your kindness."
Zhao Luzheng's face twitched.
Fighting fire with fire?
I'm afraid he will suffer from depression in the end.
…
"But...it's such a heavy love."
Zhuge Yun felt this.
"I won't let you go until I die."
"It sounds romantic at first, but it's actually quite scary."
…
"Then it depends on whether the other party has the same idea as you."
Xiao Xiao smiled.
If only one side is hot, it will be a burden to the other side.
…
"The youngest."
There was something strange in Zhuge Yun's tone, "We met that big brother by chance, so don't curse him."
"I-"
Zhao Luzheng was about to defend himself, but his voice paused.
"...It seems a little unlucky?"
He sneered.
"But a novel is just a novel."
"How can it be confused with reality?"
…
"Literary creations are all derived from reality."
Zhuge Yun's words are serious and thoughtful.
Zhao Luzheng twitched his lips, "And it's higher than reality."
For the sake of artistic effect, most literary creations undergo secondary processing.
…
"Second brother, why do I think it's you who is cursing that elder brother?"
Zhang Bo rolled his eyes.
…
"Hey, how can I do that?"
Zhuge Yun waved his hand.
"But after hearing the story about the youngest, I became even more curious about the eldest brother's story."
"Ahem~"
Zhuge Yun shook his head and hypnotized himself, "Don't think too much, don't think too much."
"The real-life dark story is too scary..."
…
Zhang Bo:……
Zhao Luzheng:......
…
"Third brother, if there is a chance, how about the next time you see the flower shop manager-"
"Well……"
Zhao Luzheng shook his head.
"never mind."
"We were just talking about novels."
"Don't bring it into reality."
"It's all my fault, second brother."
…
Zhuge Yun pointed at himself.
Blame him?
…
"alright."
Zhao Luzheng shook his head and said, "Let's change the topic."
"The content of that novel really made me reflexively uncomfortable."
…
Zhuge Yun opened his mouth.
"Shut up."
Zhang Bo and Zhao Luzheng said in unison.
Zhuge Yun felt wronged.
"I just wanted to say, are we going to walk back to school?"
…
"I took a taxi."
Xiao Xiao's eyebrows are slightly curved.
"He'll be here in one minute."
…
"The third child is still reliable."
Zhuge Yun smiled happily.
"You are the most unreliable anyway."
Zhang Bo pouted.
…
"Master Xiao."
The store manager smiles.
Xiao Xiao walked over and said, "Flower shop manager."
Yesterday, the florist manager called him and told him that the restaurant that brought him here had a new dessert that tasted very good and asked him if he was interested in trying it.
He happily went to the appointment.
…
The two of them found a corner seat by the window and sat down.
…
"Why can't you make sense?!"
There was a faint roar from a man coming from the back room.
Soon, the sound of rapid and heavy footsteps got closer and closer.