What's it like to look good?
It's probably the feeling that thousands of people are staring at the stars and holding the moon.
many years ago, I was a good-looking existence, but unfortunately, things didn't work out, and the longer I grew, the more disabled I was.
When I was a child, I always looked like a shota. Everyone teased me about it, because my lovely and invincible appearance would be considered as the other party's fault whenever there was an argument.
I remember my cousin and I grabbed a gyro in kindergarten ... to be exact, I grabbed my brother's gyro. My brother has a backbone, too. He would rather die than follow. So I cried, made trouble and hanged myself, causing my aunts and uncles to watch. I gave my brother a fat beating and told me to buy a popsicle by the way. Playing with a top and eating popsicles, I still hold a grudge and beat my brother fat myself. In the end, it was my brother who was scolded.
When I was in primary school, I was mistaken for a good baby because of my cute appearance. My aunt in the canteen only gave me the privilege of credit. Now it is a magical experience to think that I dared to let a primary school student credit dozens of dollars more than ten years ago. Boys who are precocious in the same class will always bring all kinds of fresh gadgets to play with me. They often receive some game cards with a package of one yuan and pet elf round cards with a package of fifty cents, which are also remarkable in those days.
When I was in junior high school, I grew crooked inexplicably. The opposite sex repels each other and the same sex attracts each other. I changed from a party receiving love letters to a party sending love letters, and I was even sought after by some boys and girls. Yes, boys and girls, so far I still don't understand why people who bend are still chased by the opposite sex, or because I am good-looking.
The peak of Yan value is in high school, when confidantes queue up to give drinks and change their girlfriends, such as changing clothes, and the love letters they receive can go around the school together, which is dubbed as class grass. The brothers around me often complain to me indignantly: "You change three girlfriends a month, and I haven't talked about a girlfriend for 18 years!" In the eyes of envy, jealousy and hatred, it has become a much-told story.
When I went to college, my life was too comfortable and my relationship with my girlfriend was stable. I abruptly changed from a skinny man with a height of 17 and a weight of 11 to a bully with a height of 17 and a weight of nearly 14. At this point, all the preferential treatment has left me. My parents always said "Pay attention to safety" when they called me, and it gradually became "You eat less" and finally became "You don't eat" ... Who said that time is a knife to kill pigs? Time is obviously the pig feed ... It is the weight and face value that I can't go back ...