When I saw this topic, I felt a breath of life is worse than death. Then I remembered myself.

I once went to the hospital because of gastroenteritis. At that time, it was really serious. I vomited everything I ate and drank water. I simply vomited everything. Then there are many bottles of water hanging in the hospital, and besides prescribing medicine, the doctor also specifically restricts you from eating casually, only to drink porridge three times a day. At first, it was fine. I didn't feel much. I can even say it felt good. After all, you think that from drinking water to eating porridge, you will find that this is the best thing in the world. So I drank happily for several days. Then something happened. I hated myself very much. Why did I go out that day and see a pancake seller at the gate? After seeing that I couldn't eat it, I had the special willpower to walk back, and then I began to miss it. I don't know if you still remember the feeling that you liked someone in junior high school but were afraid to say it. Yes, that's the mood.

I love it very much, but I dare not say it for fear of being scolded, and then I dare not approach her for fear that I can't control myself. But I can't help thinking about it all the time in my mind. I tossed and turned for a long time that night before falling asleep.

Maybe people don't know how to cherish, and they don't like what they get, but what they can't get is the best, so since that pancake entered my mind, he became a goddess. The porridge the next day was simply Surabaya, which was hard to swallow, and had no taste at all. I urgently needed the aroma of the pancake, the taste of bean paste filled my taste buds, and the crispy cakes with onions to comfort my broken heart. Then I didn't want to eat all day, because as soon as I arrived at the meal, I thought of the cake, the missed cake.

The situation worsened the next day, that is, I had to go out and smell it, and I really did. I went out and sat by for a long time, smelled it, and then I went back when I couldn't help it.

it's not over. on the third day, I bought it. yes, I bought it and ate it. Just chew, control yourself not to swallow, and then spit it out after chewing, just for the taste. What a poor self. It's already like this, and my damn stomach is still not satisfied. If I'm not worried that it will puncture if I eat it, I can definitely eat five!

I didn't eat until I left the hospital. Porridge has always been terrible, and it has never become delicious. The habit of chewing baked wheat cakes lasted for several days. That's what I want. Even if I can't eat it, I will eat it. Later, when my stomach recovered, I wanted to buy sesame cakes again. The stall was no longer there, so the best sesame cakes in my memory were those that I didn't want to vomit after chewing for a few days when I was sick! !

It's just that it's no longer the taste of unrequited love. It's that you love someone very much, secretly love him and pay attention to him silently. Then one day, he not only married someone else, but also emigrated! God, save me, I don't want to experience this feeling again. .