Eros, take you through sex

The effect of the drug wore off, and he slowly woke up with a headache.

Looking around, it was not the paradise he had been in before, but a real world, the real world he had lived in before. He was in a room, which was clean and tidy. It didn't seem like a big city, but a bit desolate. There were only some simple furnishings in the room, nothing else. It looked like a boy's room. There was a basketball in the corner.

He walked to the window and found that outside was just an ordinary town.

This is a small two-story house, and the boy lives on the second floor. He saw the boy's photo, and he seemed to be a sunny and handsome boy, but the smile in the photo seemed a little bleak. There seemed to be someone downstairs, and he went downstairs along the ladder, but because he was invisible, outsiders could not see him.

It looks like this is a home for left-behind children.

Downstairs, grandparents were having lunch and talking about their grandson. It turned out that the boy was seventeen years old, with poor grades, and failed to get into the town's high school, so he went to a vocational high school. Today was Friday, and he should be back after school in the afternoon. He didn't know how the god of love brought him here. He didn't want to stay in such a depressing place, he just wanted to walk around.

However, when he was about to walk out the door, a powerful force pushed him back, and he could not leave the house for the time being.

The two old men kept talking.

They seemed to be talking about their daughter-in-law and worrying about their grandson's future. Not long after, when it seemed like it was getting dark, the boy came back. He didn't say anything to his grandparents. When his grandmother asked him if he had eaten, he said no. He just went back to his room, threw down his schoolbag, and started playing with his phone. He loves playing games, and he has developed a lot of games recently.

He looked at the child, and for some reason, seemed to see his former self.

But this child is not him. He thinks that at this age, he should study hard and achieve something. For some reason, these things would appear in his mind, and he would look at what he did from an adult's perspective. He is an adult, and he was once told the same thing. Those memories that seemed to be dead suddenly attacked him, making him feel a little overwhelmed.

When his grandmother brought the food over, he just managed to cope with it reluctantly.

He knew that his grandma and grandpa were good to him, but his parents lived far away and never came back, and sometimes they didn't even send money back. They said he was not ambitious and was only interested in playing, so they didn't want to take care of him. He felt very lonely, so he formed groups and fought, and was almost expelled several times. At this time, he suddenly felt that this child was a bit pitiful. He could understand his loneliness because he had been through the same thing before. He tried not to recall the past.

It was a spring evening.

The temperature suddenly increased and it was very warm. The boy was lying on his bed, playing with his phone. In fact, he had long been tired of using his phone. He checked WeChat, played QQ, chatted, and watched short videos. The rest of the time was spent playing games. Only in the game could he find the warm self.

The game gave him a sense of pleasure.

Once you get stuck in it, it seems like you can't get out. He looked at him playing games. His heart was full of struggle. In fact, he seemed to be like this at that time. He wanted to persuade him to stop playing with his phone, turn over a new leaf, return to the path of study, and then get good grades, or continue to study, get into a good university, get a good job, marry a beautiful wife, and have a cute baby.

When he thought of this, he actually laughed.

But after laughing, he seemed to start feeling sad again. Wasn't this the route he had taken before? It seemed that most people were going to take this route, and he seemed to be no exception. He followed this route until he was in his thirties. But what was the result?

It seems that he is not very happy. Looking at the boy who was enjoying the game, he felt indescribable. Yes, some shadows are his own shadows, and some shadows are other people's shadows. He also came this way, but he was not happy.

He likes art, but his family forced him to choose science as his major, so he studied a major he didn't like. After graduation, he achieved nothing. Or he felt that life was meaningless. He controlled himself not to reflect on himself or his past, which was terrible.

He is dead now, he is working.

He wants to see the life of this person now. He wants to find out the love and sexual dilemmas that this person is facing now. It seems so, he nodded, but for a boy, what is love and sexual? Do they know?

The spring night was restless. Not long after he finished playing games, he watched a few short videos and said goodnight to his so-called girlfriend. He did what all boys would do. He didn't look and turned around, but he knew. How did you get through that period of adolescence? After a short period of joy, all that was left was a pale feeling.

This is also sex, and it is also a kind of desire for people.

You say this desire is happiness or joy, sadness or sorrow, happiness or pain, it is unknown. As a man, he was once like this. When he was deeply involved in it, it was mixed with all kinds of regrets and self-blame, which made people miserable. He thought this was an extremely private matter, a serious matter, something that should not be seen in the light, and something that should be kept hidden.

He and he had fallen into that seemingly abyss time and time again.

He admitted that he was happy, but this kind of happiness did not seem to make him truly happy. Various complex emotions mixed together, making him feel very uncomfortable. Even for a group that was afraid to talk about sex, he could not really understand what he meant. Although the teacher had taught a lot of such knowledge, it seemed far from enough. It was simple and straightforward, and could not make people understand the deep meaning contained in it all at once.

"He should have the same complicated feelings about this thing as I do," he thought to himself.

After the boy finished, he washed himself, went to the bathroom, washed up, then lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

Outside the window, the moon was beautiful, and many flowers suddenly bloomed at night, with fragrance flowing out. He walked to the window and looked at this quiet town, as if there were many thoughts mixed here, as if there were many stories mixed in. It seemed that people were all asleep, and it seemed that some people were doing some wonderful things, secretly liking everything in spring. It was the first time to see the restlessness of youth so clearly, and perhaps it was overwhelming. He thought of his former self. What was the purpose of the god of love asking him to come here?

Is this work? Or does it bring back heavy memories?

He was puzzled and could only continue to do this ghost-like job. Fortunately, it was not a ghost. If there really were gods, he thought he had been caught by the Guanyin Bodhisattva in the main hall. Haha, he laughed at this point and suddenly laughed. After all, the God of Love is a god, and he is doing the work of a god, so naturally it is okay.

Haha, I'm not a ghost. He said these words in his heart.

The fragrance of flowers hit him, and he seemed to be intoxicated by it. Spring is so beautiful!