Thinking about it, H still has to focus on writing.,After all, it's all my youth.。

"His little problem"

No:1 H is sometimes like a child, proudly begging for praise when he learns something.

My characters are not ugly or good-looking, but the H characters are very beautiful. When he came to my house to do his homework once, my mother praised his handwriting for being good-looking, like a calligraphy, and he said that he had practiced calligraphy in order to prevent me from being spoken. A few days later, he called me to his house and said he wanted to show me his handwriting, and I was really helpless.

I was ready to scold him a few words when I entered the house, but I didn't expect that the rice paper in the room was full of rice paper, and it was not an exaggeration to go from the living room to the bedroom. His face is on the left and on the right, his left hand is holding a rice paper full of my name, and his right hand is holding a brush with ink and proudly said: "How about it, I went to learn calligraphy, the teacher said, my handwriting is the best in the calligraphy class, praise me", I really don't want to read the words, because the black ink on the aqua blue carpet is particularly conspicuous, I think I have to clean it first. When I turned to get the rag, he walked up to me again with rice paper, swaying left and right, and finally saw that I ignored him, and picked up the broom in frustration, and when it was all cleaned, he entered the bedroom with a little temper, and closed the door angrily.

I quietly went in and took a closer look at his words, and I knew that he was glancing at me with his spare eyes, waiting for me to praise him like a kindergarten child who had scored a double hundred in his homework and was waiting for the teacher to paste a little red flower.

I sat down at the computer desk, cleared my throat, and said loudly, "Mr. H's handwriting is really beautiful, just like Wang Xizhi's personal disciple."

He turned his face arrogantly and said, "That's not necessary, are you good to tell me?"

I touched his hair and said to him smoothly, "Our H child's handwriting is the best."

He laughed and nodded in satisfaction.

He's like that, cute like a little kid.

No2: H's little personality comes as it is, and you never guess why.

He has a little brother named Jun, and the two of them are so good that the family once doubted whether they were in love, and this doubt was not completely eliminated until H had me by his side and Miss R by Brother Jun's side. But H came to me one day with a special leave, knowing that it takes an hour and thirty minutes to get from his school to my school, and he came to tell me how angry Brother Jun is.

The reason was that Brother Jun would bring him breakfast every day, but Brother Jun didn't bring it to him that day because he was running with others, and he didn't tell him, which made him hungry for a day.

I wanted to tell him to forget it, but he told me, "If you want to come to this school, it's different, I can bring you breakfast every day, and I'll eat it myself."

I thought about it for a long time and didn't know what to say, so I could only take him to have a good meal, and then tell him that no matter where I was, he would have to eat breakfast on time, and even if Brother Jun didn't bring it to him, he couldn't be angry.

He sat quietly on a park bench and didn't say a word until he left, aggrieved and said, "I'm not because I'm eating, I just want to see you."

That's when I realized that all his petty temperament came from missing.

"His Merit Set"

No1: H doesn't like cats, he loves dogs as much as I do.

But the grandmother on the other side of the door asked him to keep a cat, and he agreed because he didn't want the old lady to hold a twenty-pound cat against the hot sun and go to a few more families to ask for help.

On the first day of getting a cat, he made me countless phone calls.

He urged me anxiously, "Come on, come on, I'm a little overwhelmed."

Before I could change my shoes, he shoved the cat into my arms and went into the bathroom to wash his hands and hairy his clothes.

I couldn't help but laugh because he was so cute!

He turned to me and asked, "Be serious, I'm really embarrassed right now."

I tentatively asked him if he would like to give me the cat for a few days, and he nodded hurriedly. When I went home, he also told me very seriously that he wanted to take good care of this kitten, and that the grandmother would return it to her when he came back, and he promised it.

Mr. H is such a lovely boy.

No2: H is not an anime boy, he just usually looks at it, and he doesn't go to comic conventions to buy merchandise and collect figures, but he once agreed to his friend because of his friend's face.

I really didn't recognize him when I first saw him, he was so cute and too similar to a girl.

He was a little embarrassed to pull me in front of him, and whispered, "Block me, they keep filming me, I'm a little uncomfortable." There are times when I really don't understand this person.

On the way home, I asked him why he said yes.

He thought for a long time and said: "Pretend to be a girl, you know, only a few of us military brothers like anime characters, you let him find someone else, he won't come to tell me if he finds it, it's better for me to agree, let him not go to someone else, save some trouble"

H is really like the hero in the novel, omnipotent, kind and brave, the only deficiency is that sometimes he is naïve like a child, but this child when I was sick, did his best to take care of me, protect me, and work hard to grow up, so, I hope this child will meet a girl of equal strength in the future, don't live up to him, and I hope that he will have a flat life, and everything he wants can come true.

When I wrote him, I was really hesitant, on the one hand, it was L, on the other hand, it was difficult to write, after all, it was my entire youth, and it was inevitable that I would look youthful and dull until I met again, and I really had the courage to write, anyway, everyone was doing well, and we could meet calmly.

In fact, the two of us will always fantasize about things for a lifetime, and the boss has made me sober up more than once, but when I am in love, who cares what others say; Later, after the breakup, I understood why the boss made me sober, because H is such a gentle person, no matter what I say, he will answer, and it is inevitable that there will be contradictions, and it is powerless like a punch on a cotton ball.

After thinking about it, I still don't write it, after all, it's a gentle whole year, forget about those trivialities!

So far. I wish H high-speed full access, and there is no traffic jam in the urban area.