My teenage boyfriend.

I don't know if life is a mess,

or I messed up by myself.

I went shopping with my boyfriend the other day. When I passed the doll shop, I immediately jumped at the big window full of dolls, shouting "so cute" and secretly glancing at my boyfriend.

 he quickly received my hint and asked, "you count how many dolls there are in your bed."

Showcase your desirable figure with our trendy collection of vintage formal dresses. Take your picks and enjoy big 70% discount! Make your choice and be thrilled with a big 70% discount!

I knew he would lose to my sajiao, so I immediately began to look at him with frustrated eyes, and five seconds later he relieved: "well, then you can only pick one."

but we disagreed again when choosing dolls. I wanted to buy a relaxed bear, but he thought the soft, round "fat bear" next to him felt better and said confidently, "it's more comfortable to sleep and hold it this way."

but when I finally paid the bill, I was still holding the relaxed bear, and he looked a little disappointed, like a child who didn't get the gift he liked.

I snorted: "I hug, not you hug."

he murmured: "it doesn't always end up in my bed anyway."

after saying this, he suddenly remembered something and asked me expectantly, "Is there anything you can't let go of?"

he rejected the huge crayon Xiaoxin because he was "not cute at all" and finally decided that he was in charge of the chubby hamster with melon seeds in my bed.

he was overjoyed because he got a "new gift". I suddenly found that my boyfriend's girlish heart is also a very lovely thing.  

"I want a pink dress."

I accompanied him to buy all his clothes.  
 

I have always liked the very simple wind, adhering to the principle of not making mistakes, and his wardrobe is full of black, white, and gray.

 once I bought clothes, I routinely tucked one out of a pile of black clothes into his hand.

he curled his mouth angrily: "but this is no different from my other clothes."

 seeing me seriously tell him the design of the side zipper, he couldn't help saying, "I want a different color."  

Yellow? No. Navy blue? No. Burgundy? No.

that pink? "Hmm. You can try. " He took the clothes from my hand and went into the fitting room.

he changed his clothes and stood in front of the dressing mirror, pulling down the hem and fixing his collar, a little shy and uncomfortable, and asked me nervously, "how's it going?"

I nodded: "not bad." After thinking about it, I added: "Pink items are very popular this year."

"then take this one." He excitedly took his clothes to the cashier.

 this seems to be the first time in his memory that he has shown a strong interest in a dress.  
 

I also know for the first time that he will also like pink and will want to try something special.

but he looks good in pink.

 the straight steel man who bought me a lace dress.  
 the theme of my clothes for him is "minimalism", and the keywords he chooses for me are "elegant" and "lovely".  

every time I see some nice clothes on Taobao, I share them with him and ask him for advice, and over time I find out what he likes.

he doesn't like the cool clothes I wear. He doesn't like the trendy sweater I shared. On the contrary, if it is a lace dress, you can get an affirmative answer.

"This is a straight man's aesthetic." I'm a little angry. Whoever says a girl must dress like a girl.

A few days later, a skirt was sent by express, with exquisite lace splicing, immortal and elegant.  
 I specially changed into that dress on my date, and his eyes lit up: "I knew it would look good on you."  
 I deliberately contradicted him: "but I still like sweaters and T-shirts."

he hugged me gently: "but could you let me meet my little princess once in a while?"

at that moment, I suddenly thought of Jay Chou's dreamy romantic castle wedding.

it turns out that all boys have a fairy tale in their hearts, and he is no exception.

I love him more than I do.

he likes cycling. Once he rode to another city with his friends, and I routinely calculated the time of his arrival at the hotel and dialed his number.

 he chatted with me all the time, obviously absent-minded.

I sensitively caught the TV background sound coming from the other end of the phone.

"what are you doing?"

"chat with you."

"there's more."

"Hmm. Watch TV by the way. "

"NBA or Game Live?"

"Korean TV series."

he was more nervous than when I caught him playing games: "I just turned on the TV, and when it was playing this, I glanced at it."

"does it look good?"

"What a beautiful look! The man is so romantic, and the woman's life is miserable, but I think the man who pays silently is more miserable. "

with my acquiescence, the time of domestic TV series at the end of every day has become a regular practice. After a ride down, he also caught up with most of the play. When he went back, he not only watched the whole episode perseveringly but also specially made up for the plot he had not seen before.

it turns out that boys also like romantic idol shows.

under the halo of the heroine of the idol drama, there is nothing wrong with me as a real girlfriend.

"can you stay with me?"

 every time he sends me back to school, I ask him to accompany him to wait for the bus at the bus stop.  
 

but every time he refuses me strongly: "I'll just wait alone. I want to be alone for a while."

so I always thought that he didn't need my company. This is also in line with the general social expectations of a boy: independent, strong, independent, and non-clingy.

and cannot be fragile.

that day I was going to tell him to go back and pay attention to safety. He accidentally grabbed me: "will you stay with me today?"

he hugged me all the time at the bus stop. One bus came and another left, and he didn't even get on the bus.  
 

it may be another resume lost in the sea, it may be a conflict between family and relatives, or it may be worried about the cost of living and rent next month.

 but he hid all this from me, pretending that nothing could crush him.  
 

until he felt as if he couldn't hold on any longer, he cautiously asked me for a hug.

I felt the liquid sliding down my neck and his slightly twitching shoulder.

can be vulnerable once in a while.

he secretly asked me if I could trim his eyebrow.

 when I met him once, I stared at his face for a long time: "you seem to be more handsome today than before."

"really?" He turned to look at the reflection of himself in the window, suddenly remembered something, and told me sheepishly: "when I was best man for my friend the other day, I was shaved by the makeup artist."

seeing that I was silent, he looked nervously at the window again: "is it going to be very feminine?"

"No." I was amused by his nervousness: "it looks a lot more pleasing to the eye."

along the way, I found him peeking at himself in the window and mirror from time to time and seemed satisfied with all this.  
 

he even asked me after a close look if there was any recommendation for exfoliating products, and he thought his skin was a little rough.

maybe I found that I had no resistance to his eyebrow trimming. After a few days, he secretly asked me: "when are you free, could you help me trim my eyebrows?"

"How can that work? it's weird for boys to go out and trim their eyebrows."

it's interesting to think about it, and it was only then that I knew that boys would want to be beautiful quietly.

I once said that my boyfriend is my "trash can".

whether it's a doll that can't fit on the bed, It's idle water milk, and it will eventually become his.

on the one hand, it may be because boys are generally required to be "masculine", and he is also afraid of being laughed at by his roommates for "so many dolls in a big man's bed", but it all sounds more reasonable if his girlfriend doesn't force them on him.