The story is purely fictitious. If there are any similarities, it has nothing to do with the author himself. It is improvised. If you don't like it, don't criticize it
┏ (^ω^)=? The sky still maintains the color of his own, and the figures outside the window are still the same. In such an environment, I think of you again ~ a self-proclaimed madman
┏ (^ω^)=? I met you on a drizzling spring. At that time, you were nervous and sitting on a stone slab on the shore. At first glance, I thought you were a man. The second time I saw it, I was confused. The third time I saw it, I completely collapsed. Although I have seen a woman wearing a men's suit, I have never seen a man wearing high heels and lipstick. What makes people even more speechless is that there are four big words written on the chest with a brush: I am a madman.
┏ (^ω^)=?Oh my god, tell me, what's going on? Is this person really crazy or a fake crazy person? These days, I've never seen a crazy person so rampant.
┏ (^ω^)=?Now, God has given me a difficult multiple-choice question: 1. Pass by and ignore it. 2. Strike up a conversation and clear up the doubts in my mind. To be honest, I was in a dilemma. I made one wrong move and lost everything. However, in order to make my life clear, after careful consideration, I decided to go and have a look. Is it possible? I was really afraid of being a lunatic.
┏ (^ω^)=?Have courage, step forward slowly, there are still ten steps, nine steps, eight steps, seven steps - close, close, almost there...
┏ (^ω^)=? Suddenly, a clever idea made me jump back and retreat urgently. It turned out that the madman was making a move. He stared at me, which made me feel guilty. No, no, I can't continue like this. If I lose my momentum before fighting, I will lose this battle. In order to save the situation, I resolutely raised my chest, opened my eyes wide, and glared hard at this madman. I know one truth: the brave will win when we meet on a narrow road.
┏ (^ω^)=?Victory belongs to the strong. Under my strong gaze, in my eyes full of high-spirited fighting spirit, suddenly, the enemy behaved abnormally. I saw him suddenly take a few steps forward. No, if there was a situation, I hurriedly took a few steps back, waiting for an opportunity. I stared at him closely, not letting go of his every move. I knew that if this went on, there would always be someone who couldn't stand it, and I would never be that person.
┏ (^ω^)=? Just like that, time passed quickly in the intertwining of our eyes. Now, I really believe that he is a madman. I have never seen any normal person (except me) do such boring things with others. Unfortunately, I understand it too late. You know, if I quit midway, it means that I lose, but I can't afford to lose, because the other person is a madman, a veritable madman. I can't afford to lose this person no matter what, so I can't lose.
┏ (^ω^)=?God knows how I endured it, and I don't know how long I have maintained this posture. I only know that now, the trees are no longer as lush as when I came here, and the mountains have become bare (to be continued...)
