After my Ex-Boyfriend’s White Moonlight Proposed to Me

Xie Ning wants: he has waited for a long time.

For so many years, no one has told him that homosexuality is not ill, my country has already passed the same sex marriage method.

However, it comes from the mouth of the psychologist, there is a different significance.

It is like authorities, so I solemnly eliminate the shackles on him and declare that he has no sin.

Xie Ning Ben thought that he had to fluctuate in his inner, hub, listened to the ear, but did not set off what big waves.

Others' heart lake waves, throw a stone, ripple, and a circle of ripples.

His hearts lake knocked with ice, and the stone touched a huge sound on the ice, but since the sales, there was no follow-up.

So Xie Ning just blinked, and even smiled clearly.

His emotions are too light, and even the joy is separated by a thick layer of ice.

Only one person is different.

Before the remote, those ice cubes gradually melted, as in the winter, from the black and white paintings to color painting, showing his colorful inner world.

His emotions, if it is a thousand lines of wire, then thank you of the grandfather and Yanxi all the end, the remaining, the pass is wrapped around the Zhuang Yan.

"Thank you." Xie Ning said to Qi Wenbin, "Thank you for letting me hear this sentence."

If he can take a drink at this time, you can find a whipped water in the cup, and then find him in a trembling hand.

He is not without perception and emotions, just even forgotten it.

Sea Wenbin flashed several ideas, and finally smiled at him: "There is an unpleasant experience and feelings, you can talk to me."

Xie Ning, I thought about it, I slowly opened my mouth.

......

Xie Ning will tend to think that before the adult, most of them are unpleasant experiences.

Occasionally, more impressive is also a psychological counselor repeatedly in his ear to transmit "gay is a mental illness", as well as in Xia, China, or hysteria.

Those psychologists will always ask him a lot of questions, dig up his past planing, from a little bit of spider silk to find him abnormal.

They will look at him with mercy, but the sadness of the sorrow, so Xie Ning is creepy.

It's like saying: Although you have mental illness, but it doesn't matter, this is cure, you want you to obey.

As long as you listen.

In Summer and Yanyu, I will cry, hug him, and the voice is sad: "Ning Ning, you will get better, you listen to my mother, don't like men, my mother will make you become normal."

Her look is really like a mother faces a child with a terminally ill, sadness is firm.

Xie Ning occasionally, she said the normal person, in the end, corresponds to gay, or corresponds to neuropathy.

Or in the eyes of Xia, this is nothing.

He will also express his views with Xia Yu: "Gay is just a kind of sexual orientation ..."

In exchange, it is anger in the bottom of Xia, Hsys: "Why is my son will be hobby! Why are you such a person!"

Why will I be such a person?

Xie Ning was later silent.

Gay is a mental illness.

Can be treated.

Can correct.

Xie Ning asked himself, is it true?

Why do those psychological counselors get the conclusion of the summary?

Is he really mentally ill?

When I woke up in my dreams, I looked at the moonlight. He asked himself over and over again.

Do I am sick?

Do I am sick?

Do I am sick?

He is very confused and confused.

Why all people say that he is sick.

He is a big, doing things seriously, well-clever obedience, and Summer and Yanyu have been proud of such a son.

When is it, Xia Yu looks at her eyes, from pride, becomes a hate iron is not steel.

He is ... I did something wrong.

Xia Huo turned to him, he looked at several psychologists, eating various drugs, used various corrections and treatment options.

However, the effect is small.

Once, I was coming from the psychological counselor. Xia Yu suddenly cried: "Ning Ning, my mother is so uncomfortable, why can't you get better? Why can't you change?"

Xie Ning stands at the door without expression.

He looked at the sorrowful summer and yang, but the bottom is like death.

He felt the sorrow of the people in the people who were connected in the blood, and they did not understand the sadness of a bit.

His world seems to be covered by heavy snow, and it is a ridiculous white.

There is no smashing machine, and it is not fun.

Later, it was that he became more and more silent, and there were fewer communication with the outside world, and the psychologist judged that he had emotional indifference.

In the summer, I cried again, and she said, "Ning Ning you listen to my mother, my mother will cure you."

Xie Ning quietly looked at her face, and a tired feeling was panned from the bottom, swept to the whole body.

He didn't speak, just tick the lips.

Heart: I really became neuropathy.

......

The weather outside is not very good.

There is also a small sun when I go out in the morning, and I will get a heavy rain, and the horn is wet.

Xie Ning pushed the glass door and was unfained. He was scraped to bend his body.

Someone helped him and said "Be careful."

Xie Ning nodded him, whispered to a thank you.

He didn't have an umbrella, and this will be a little bit.

He is a psychiatrist with Zhuang Yan, so he did not let the driver drove.

I haven't taken a driver's license again, I didn't think there was anything, this will find it really inconvenient.

When I went to the hospital gate, my clothes were wet, and I went back to take a hot bath.

But it is also very likely to catch a cold.

He smashed his lips.

There are too many people taxing at the gate.

Xie Ning slowed down a bus stop brand, but today's wind is too large, the station can not have a slightly shaded role, the inclined wind clip is a raindrop, he wipes the face, and found that the above is all water stains.

The bus stop has a seat for people to rest. Although there will be more people, the seat is empty, and the above has been wet.

Xie Ning waited for a long time, and it was hard to come to several taxis, but they didn't grab it.

Finally, some people came almost, next to a pregnant woman in the abdomen.

When the last taxi stopped, Xie Ning moved slightly slowly, but did not think so and pregnant women.

The pregnant woman took the car and pulled down the window, asked him: "Young man, where you go, if you are going to the way?"

Xie Ning stunned.

Pregnant women said: "This will not wait for a taxi, and you will come to a long time. You look at you, you will take a car."

However, it is not enough, the home of the lakeside villa and pregnant woman is just two directions, that is, pregnant women are willing, the driver is not willing to run in most cities in the storm.

Xie Ning smiled at pregnant women: "Nothing, I will wait for a while."

There are fewer and fewer people around.

The wind and the rain are still very large, and Xie Ning is chaotic in the mind of the brain, he has waited for half, did not wait until the next taxi, simply sat down on the cold seating.

Anyway, pants have been wet.

The rain is inclined.

Xie Ning looked at the larage of the series line, the brain slowly became blank from messy.

If the person trapped here is not Xie Ning, he maybe you can draw this rain, enjoy the romance of this world.

He laughed in his bitterness. He looked at the people who had the umbrella crossing the road, and the streets of the car, watching the small puddle on the ground, splashing a water flower.

He saw a long time, and he was cold and the body started to shake, and his hand touched the pants bag's mobile phone.

The phone is spent on.

Xie Ning suddenly remembered that he can call to let the driver pick him.

He smashed his lips.

Today is really ... I don't know what I am thinking.

The mobile phone has been shake, he took out, it is a call from Zhuang Yan.

When I was picking up, my hand slipped, and my mobile phone fell on the ground and rolled and rolled, and finally fell into a small puddle.

Xie Ning took two steps to pick up the phone.

Today's luck continues.

The mobile phone screen fell a quarter five cracked.

But you can talk to it.

Xie Ning just turned on Zhuang Yan's phone, and didn't hear any sound, but the phone was black.

I don't know if it is in the past.

Xie Ning: ......

He looked at the dark mobile phone screen, and he raised a grievance.

He bites his lips. Think: Even mobile phones must bully him.

I will do what I don't know at all.

There is a rain in the forehead, and the eyelashes of the upwards have been smashed. When you blink, you will be like him.

After a while, it will be a piece in front of you, you can't see anything.

He took a few days in the station,

I don't know how long, there is a black car parked in front of him.

He feels that this model is a bit more familiar, can't help but look more.

The results, the more you look, the more you ...

Someone hit the umbrella from the car.

This person looks familiar.

Xie Ning wiped his eyes and wanted to wipe the rain on the rain, so that the person saw a distinct.

In this way, the man has supported the umbrella to him.

Xie Ning blinked, and his eyes were wet again.

The person's figure is especially familiar, and the voice is also very familiar: "How? I can't recognize me?"

I heard this voice, Xie Ning nose was sour.

"Cry?" He asked, the sound took some panic, "Don't cry, I am not coming to take you home."

Xie Ning looked up, when I saw the horned face, I suddenly couldn't help but pounced into his arms: "Zhuang Yan."

Zhuang Yan hugged him, the voice sounded above him: "Well, I am coming."

Most of the clothes on the Zhuang Yan are dry, only the shoulders and the corners of the garment.

Xie Ning is not a person who loves to cry. This will be in the dry warm chest, but it began to fall into tears.

It is like he finally found it to let him rely on the arms of peace, and you can unscrupulously, and you can vent the grievances and pain.

He wants to say: I am very uncomfortable.

Uneasy, sadness, grievances, uncomfortable.

Those unattended, no one can understand the pain.

Small to the mobile phone just broken, big arrived in these years.

His memory is very good, dusty memory is a little bit, like a shabby shabby photo, which is stained with a bit.

So he once helped the grievances.

When Quasin Bin, he is still quiet and peaceful, and it is indifferent, as if it has already passed the past, affecting his current emotions.

It can be hit into the village, but all his emotions are fresh.

He couldn't help but cry.

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