Wu Xie, see you!

Wu Xie, don't get sick.

Of course, this is not the hinterland of the Gobi desert, above the vast snow-capped mountains.The distance between you and Poker Ping is only about ten steps, and it only takes a few seconds to walk to the coffee table. Even if you go to the wilderness survival studio next door, you won't be able to save you. There is absolutely no condition for escaping reality.

I walked to his side, Pok You Fing turned sideways, took the lamp in my hand and put it on the coffee table, then took my hand and gently tugged towards him, as if to let me get closer to him.How can it be!My body subconsciously entered the "resistance" state, and my lower body was extremely stable.

Poker bottle looked at me, frowned slightly and said, "Come here, let me have a look."

look at what?My mind went blank, instead of getting closer to him, I hurriedly withdrew my hand from his and took a step back.But Poker-Face stood up with a "tsk", and made up another step.

His appearance was so persistent and serious that I finally couldn't help asking in a low voice: "Brother... what do you want to see?"

I thought the question could divert Pokerfing's attention, and I wanted to take the opportunity to take a small step back without anyone noticing.However, Poker-Face is not easy to fool around, he immediately understood my motives, just like what the police often do to perpetrators who are about to turn around and run away, the two words "don't move" lightly uttered out to make my calf do things were killed in the cradle.Of course, he was very considerate and didn't ask me to raise my hand, and his tone was not harshly reprimanded. His expression even looked slightly helpless and... think I'm funny?

Porky Bottle immediately took another step towards me. "Let me see you..." he said, reaching out to lift my T-shirt.I was shocked, and immediately put aside his hand, stopped his movement and interrupted his words, and took two steps back vigorously, until I retreated to the edge of the bed, almost tripped by the bed, and turned over on my back.

There is no way out...

I stare at him.What... what is this for?I, I, my clothes have... What's so good about it!I was really at a loss, I couldn't figure out what he was thinking, and I didn't want to imagine him as a kind of serious hooligan.

Porky Bottle suddenly sighed softly and lowered his head.The position where he stood was backlit, and I couldn't see his expression.The candlelight seemed to shake slightly, and it seemed that his shoulders were shaking.

"Wu Xie." He called me, and when he raised his head to look at me, he pursed his lips, his eyes were firm, as if he had just made up his mind secretly, and then took one step, two steps towards me.

Damn, did you make up your mind to walk towards me?I completely unconsciously covered the hem of my T-shirt.Immediately, Poker Bottle stood in front of me, staring at me expressionlessly.I don't know if it's too close, but the oppressive feeling came to his face immediately with his breathing.

Wait... Why is this scene and atmosphere so familiar? !

At this time, Poker Ping suddenly raised his right hand and made a gesture similar to "OK".My heart shuddered, and I immediately remembered everything. Isn't this what happened when he stopped the taxi that night when it rained?Completely subconsciously, I let go of the right hand that was holding the hem of the T-shirt, and quickly raised it to protect my forehead.It's not so easy to say that you want to play me!Don't think that I will hit you a second time!

However, just as I covered my forehead, before I could clearly see the movement of his back hand, my vision was quickly covered by something.A small part of the back of my hand, my eyes, all the way to the tip of my nose, almost the upper half of my face felt a cool touch, and my vision was completely plunged into darkness.

I froze for a moment before realizing that it was Poker Bottle who covered my eyes with his hands.Almost at the same time, his waist was also gently hugged by him.How can I care about "I can't see anything"!I froze, instinctively wanting to avoid him.But when I was about to shrink my neck and dodge back, and raised my left hand, which was still free to move, to push him away, Pokerfing's arm suddenly tightened, and I was pressed into his arms.

Hiss... Poor my hipbone was injured again, probably because I hit Pokerfing's hipbone.It hurts, I frowned, and became angry instantly, what the hell are you doing!However, before my dissatisfaction and resentment had time to push the word "you" out of my mouth, I was completely stunned. No, to be precise, my brain had already been cut off by him and completely entered a state of strike. language function.

Because I realized that Poker Bottle might be kissing me.

The indescribable special touch on the lips should be from the oil bottle... the mouth is right.He did...kiss me.

It seems that I should have all kinds of reactions. However, the moment I confirmed that it was indeed a kiss, my mind went blank, I didn't feel anything, and there was nothing but nothingness.It seems that time and space do not exist for me, and I am just a speck of dust floating in the gap of time and space for meditation.

It wasn't until his lips left, until his hands covering my eyes left, until I saw the faintly bright sky outside the window, and against the backdrop of the candlelight in the house, the eyes of the oil bottle that seemed to have flowing light, that I found it again. Returning to space and time, I felt the freshness of this world again.The early birds have already chirped, and at this moment, it seems that all the beautiful and vibrant colors in the world are hidden in his eyes.

They are so beautiful... It turns out that "a kaleidoscope adorns your dazzling pupils, and a rainbow will appear in the blue sky because of you" is the feeling... It's all because life is too beautiful.

I admit that I was completely dumbfounded, looking straight into his eyes like a fool.So much so that Poker Ping smiled slightly, lifted the hand around my waist, pulled down my right hand, and began to rub the calluses on my fingers with my thumb due to calligraphy practice. He kept covering his forehead.But I didn't feel embarrassed at all, because Poyouping suddenly lowered his head slightly and lowered his eyelids. I couldn't see them again, and fell into a dissatisfied anxiety, as if I was watching the most exciting moment of the show, but was dragged to the floor. My mother blocked the TV screen, and I was concentrating on dodging left and right, just to avoid her figure and continue to experience the story on the screen.

Fortunately, Poker-Face rubbed my hips lightly at this moment, raised his head to look at me again, and asked me softly: "Does it hurt?"

I looked at him and nodded. "...It hurts." Otherwise, why my eyes seem a little sore.

He seemed to smile: "Who told you to be disobedient."

My mind was sluggish when I was on strike, and I would just stare at him dumbly, unable to figure out why.At this time, he took a small step back, lowered his eyes, stopped rubbing his right hand lightly, put it on the hem of my T-shirt again, and said, "Let me see."

Although I couldn't keep up with my language and thinking, my body's instinctive reaction was still there. I immediately pressed the T-shirt and his hand together, and bowed to tighten my stomach.But he didn't expect to be pulled by Pokerfing's other hand in an instant. "Don't move," then he lifted his chin towards me, "there is a bed behind, if you move back, you will fall." After speaking, he squeezed my fingers with his left hand, "Good boy, take your hands away."

Boyouping's eyes seemed to be burning hot, and I suddenly didn't dare to look into his eyes anymore, so I could only let myself look at Pang Da on his body.And I don't know which tendon is wrong, or the second Rendu meridian, the eight Qijing meridians, and this or that meridian in the Kunlun Mountains suddenly opened. In short, I let go of the hand that was holding him.

I felt like my face was running hot, no, my whole body was running hot, so after he lifted my T-shirt, the skin on the bare waist felt cool and numb.Originally, the brain was not enough, and all the senses were concentrated in that small area. There was already an orange warning, goosebumps gathered, and the siren sounded for self-defense counterattack.But it's not over yet, Poker Bottle didn't seem to see what he wanted to see, and then said: "Carry it yourself."

Now every time he speaks a word, I feel like someone has been pricked with acupuncture on some magical acupuncture point.Every word and every needle, the faint tingling feeling started in the heart, and then spread to the surroundings, and the head was so dizzy, could it be that there was some ecstasy in his words and breathing?Anyway, I obediently took over his hand again and picked up the hem of my T-shirt myself.

But, next, Boyouping, he... he, he, he started to pick off my shorts!I looked up at him in a daze, my body's series of instinctive resistance reactions were coming again, at the same time, I finally regained my language function gratifyingly, and successfully uttered the first word after being kissed by him: "You... ..."

But he seems to have seen through all my routines, whether it's actions or words, they didn't even have a chance to germinate, so they were looked up at me by Poker Bottle, and my quiet "shh..." sound was suppressed When he went back, the shorts were pulled off by him at the same time.

"I'm just looking at it." He lowered his head as he said.

I also lowered my head.There wasn't enough light for me to see, but I could still make out a patch of slightly darker skin at the hip bone, like a small shadow.

"It's blue." He helped me reach a conclusion.

"Oh..." I replied blankly, and my brain that was on strike suddenly turned slowly.Could it be that the "let me see" that Boyouping said from the beginning is to watch this?Immediately, I felt that such a big reaction seemed very stupid and nervous, and I was a little embarrassed.

Pokerfing's hand left my shorts, and his fingers were suspended in the air, moving upwards, as if his fingertips were about to reach for the bruise.But when he was about to touch it, he suddenly paused, retracted his fingers, and raised his eyes to look at me.

This time, I actually understood what he meant. It seems that a slow mind also has the benefits of a slow mind. Just touch it!Maybe he also understood my expression, Poker-Face lowered his head again, and lightly touched it with his fingertips.

Facts have proved that it is not enough to think too much or too far. I thought my body would be as open as my thoughts.But, who the hell will tell me why Poker-Face's fingers are electrified!The moment he touched my hip bone, I trembled uncontrollably.

His hand stopped immediately, he raised his eyes to look at me again, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Goosebumps have spread to my scalp, and my slow-working brain, which has just started to recover, is about to be scrapped again. The high temperature makes me dizzy, and my scalp seems to be about to rise into blue smoke. "No...it's not." When I opened my mouth to speak, I realized that even the frequency of my breathing was a bit wrong, and the air exhaled from my nose was also hot.

Poker-Face looked at me, as if he was thinking about something, rubbed his fingers hesitantly, and I immediately took a deep breath.And he, not only moved his hands, but also kept staring at me, his eyes almost burned me through.While rubbing, she suddenly covered the bruise with her entire palm.At first, it was just a small range of kneading, and gradually, the range began to expand, and finally it was almost like stroking my waist.I didn't even dare to breathe, I swallowed my saliva, and after I swallowed, I felt that I shouldn't swallow this damned saliva.The sound of swallowing seemed so harsh at this moment.Pokerfing's movements are still going on, and the strength of his hand is just right. I have to say that I am so comfortable being rubbed by him, no, it's not too comfortable, it's unbearable.I couldn't hold my breath, and I trembled as soon as my breath came back.

Can't knead any more.

I controlled my unsteady breath, and tried my best to speak clearly: "Don't touch it."

But my movement to dodge was stopped by Poker Bottle again.Not only did he not leave my hip bone with his hand, but he let go of my hand with the other hand, pressed me into his arms, and whispered in my ear: "Wu Xie, why are you afraid of me?"

I froze.What am I afraid of, am I... am I afraid?How the hell do I know, my brain is not spinning!All my senses followed his hand, my whole body was full of strange sensations, and my strength was constantly being pulled away with the movement of his hand, so that I didn't realize that he was hugging me tightly .Before I could react, he suddenly relaxed again, and looked at me from a distance, as if he was waiting for an answer.

Without any ability to answer him, I should say, I don't know what to answer him.But I don't know if I wrote on my face the standard answer he needed, or my breathing told him something?He didn't seem to need my answer anymore, he directly pressed the back of my head and pushed me towards him, and then his vision blurred.

He kissed me again, the same tender kiss, but this time his tongue stuck in and rolled me.Don't ask me what it feels like, I only have one feeling, that is, there is no me in this world, and I have turned back to the dust just now, but this time I have too many distractions to concentrate on meditation.

The smell of Boyouping is very good, the lips are thin and soft, and the tip of the tongue is flexible. When I licked my taste buds, I tasted its taste as if it was sweet.The mouth and nostrils are filled with his taste and breath. This feeling is beyond description, as if the whole world is covered by this person and only this person.

Unlike the Poker Bottle, which moves around flexibly and scrapes gently, my tongue and person are both frozen.I don't know how he can kiss so intently on a piece of wood, and the more he kisses, the tighter he is on me.The hand that had been gently kneading my waist also began to exert force, reaching into my T-shirt without stopping, and slid all the way to the shoulder blades.Suddenly there seemed to be countless rustling voices in my body, saying don't stop, don't stop, I started to compromise and respond clumsily, and raised my hand unconsciously to hug him.

Pokerfing's body shook slightly immediately, and then he pressed me tightly with his hands together, his body against his body, so tight that he was suffocating, as if he wanted to turn us into one person.The kiss also began to become passionate, and his breath came over, which was hot.This sudden tightening and enthusiasm was completely beyond my expectation, as if something was about to come out of my body, I couldn't help but let out a light "um".Poker bottle began to press towards me, feeling weightless for a moment, I didn't know how I was pressed onto the bed while being kissed by him.

Although there was Pokerfing who supported me with his arms on both sides to share the weight, I still felt his chest was heavy.The constant kissing also made me almost suffocate, as if I never breathed or took a breath from birth to now.The saliva could no longer be swallowed, and began to flow down the corner of the mouth.But I no longer have the energy to think about it. This is actually a shameful situation that will embarrass me.

Poker-Face shifted his center of gravity, raised his right hand, put it on my stomach and rubbed it, then touched my hip bone, without stopping, rubbed his hand into the T-shirt, and moved it directly to my chest.The feeling of inadvertently brushing past made me tremble a bit, and I pinched his shoulders with both hands, moaning completely.Pokerfing's breathing became more and more rapid, and his hand suddenly started to move down again, rubbing along the edge of my shorts a few times before reaching in, pinching my thigh, but accidentally rubbing it there.

I think I'm going crazy.

He was finally willing to prop up his body and leave my mouth.We all opened our eyes, gasped for breath, and looked at each other.The candle in Poker's eyes has turned into a prairie fire. I yearn for the light and blaze there, but I am afraid that it will be burned to ashes in the next second.I was still staring at him in a daze, Poker-Face closed his eyes again, lowered his head slowly, and licked the corner of my mouth.

"Wu Xie." His kiss began to become fine, falling on my lips.I also closed my eyes, trying to collect my breathing.However, Poker Bottle didn't seem to want to give me this chance, so his hand suddenly grabbed my place.I was also surprised at this time...

fuck me hard!

This fact was like a thunderbolt, killing me for three seconds.The little dust also lost the power of suspension, slowly drifted down, and settled on the bed, as if the soul returned to the body, and became one with the dead me.Pokerfing's hand tightened slightly again, not very hard, but the numbness immediately spread from my lower body into two paths, one was transmitted directly from the spine to the brain, and the other was directly transmitted from the lower abdomen to the heart, dizziness and trembling struck at the same time , to wake me up again.

How could it be like this... He obviously didn't do any special movements, just half-holding it like that, with the underwear through, this can't even be called a real skin-to-skin contact, but it actually... made my body so excited that I couldn't help it.

I was terrified and puzzled.

Poker bottle kissed my cheek, buried his head into my neck, and rubbed it. "Wu Xie..." His voice was not loud, and it was gently transmitted to my eardrum.This name has followed me for more than [-] years. When he pronounced it lightly, it was like hearing it for the first time. The aroma, sweeping over my cheeks and ears, was a little itchy.These also made my body uncontrollably excited and desperate.But in my heart, I suddenly shouted to stop, as if the more excited and eager my body was, the more fear and despair I felt in the depths of my soul.

I shouldn't be like this... A sliver of reason returned to my mind told me: We shouldn't be like this.My eyes widened immediately.So, what the fuck have we been doing all this time!

Pokerfoil looked up at me again.I have never seen his eyes mixed with so many complex emotions. I can't even tell what they are one by one. I can only feel that he should be excited and happy at this time.

But I didn't... Suddenly, I didn't have any good mood at all.

Looking at him like this in front of me, I suddenly felt that the surroundings were dark, and I was trapped in it, and my head was buzzing.Poker bottle let go of his hand, and raised his palm to my face, gently stroking it back and forth with his thumb.I thought I would breathe a sigh of relief when he finally left my lifeblood.Unexpectedly, when his hand left so suddenly, the disappointing thing suddenly became empty and unbearable.

This body's longing for him made me surprised, scared, and even a little sad.It was as if he was a huge black hole, and if he took another step forward, he would be doomed, but there was no way for me to retreat.Realizing this, I was obviously still panting because of the excitement in my body, but suddenly it felt like I was in an ice cave. The feeling of losing body temperature was not an illusion, it was so real that I really shivered.

He seemed to have something to say.I do not want to hear.

"Wu Xie, I..."

"I'm not..." I muttered under my breath, as if to myself.

"……like you."

"...gay."

everything is over.

Those premonitions were not without reason.No matter how cautious I am, the situation will eventually develop into a situation that I am least willing to face.There is no future and no return to the past.Why do this!Why did I say it... I don't know whether to blame him in my heart or blame myself.

It was supposed to push him away, but I just twitched my fingers slightly, relaxed, slipped from his shoulder, and clenched into two fists the moment it touched the bed sheet.Poker-Face was stunned, and the palm that was pressed against my cheek trembled slightly, the prairie fire in his eyes was being extinguished at a speed visible to my naked eyes.I don't know what my expression and eyes look like under the extreme torture of body and consciousness.But judging from his reaction, they must not have lied to him, and they honestly reflected my heart—fear, anger, sadness... However, I also don’t know the origin of these complex and strong emotions. Him, or because of myself.

Poker bottle lowered his eyelids, bit his lower lip, fell silent for a while, and nodded.When I raised my eyes again, there was no wave, no fire, no kaleidoscope, and the eyes were dark.I quickly turned my face away, not to look at him.

I dare not look at it, I cannot look at it.

"sorry."

As he spoke, he stroked my cheek twice with his thumb, and then he left me with his arms propped up, turned over and sat on the edge of the bed.I looked away and looked at his back.His back was not as tall and straight as before, but slightly hunched.

"I misunderstood."

Boyouping's words seemed to have thorns, and circled around my heart, making me feel even more uncomfortable, and my eye sockets even felt a little hot.Still cold, still can't see.I turned over, pulled the thin blanket around me, and curled up like a shrimp.The aging spring mattress floated slightly, and creaked, and it was Poker Fever who stood up.His footsteps were light and slow, he took a few steps, and sat down heavily on the sofa.After that, I heard the slight rubbing sound of something passing through the glass, as if he had taken something from the coffee table.It was soon recognized that he took the cigarettes from the cigarette case and clicked the lighter again.Poker bottle let out a deep breath, and after a while, the smell of smoke came in from the gap in the quilt.The birds outside the window were still chirping, and I could vaguely hear the neighbor's alarm clock ringing.

The world is still alive, only we are dead.

Poker bottle pulled the ashtray, not to flick the ash, but to extinguish the cigarette.From the sound, I could tell he had only taken three puffs.Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of rustling and changing clothes, and some other sounds, so small and trivial, I couldn't tell what it was, only a "whoosh" sound, it should be that he blew out the candle.After that, footsteps came in the direction of the door of the room.

"It's dawn, you go to sleep, I'm leaving."

I didn't say a word, I covered my head with the quilt, breathing more and more heavily.I didn't know if he was looking at me, and I didn't dare to confirm it.There was a pause of about three seconds, and I heard him say again: "Wake up and remember to buy electricity."

The door of the room is not far from the bed, he was very quiet after he finished speaking, so quiet that I couldn't bear it in the end, I quietly pulled down a little corner of the quilt, and exposed my eyes to see what was going on, but I saw Poker Bottle standing there watching with me.When his eyes met, he bent the corners of his mouth and showed me something in his hand: "I took it. Goodbye."

It wasn't until I heard the sound of the door slamming the lock that I took off the quilt, exposed my head, and took a few deep breaths.The face was wet and paste, exposed to the air, cool.It's sweat, not tears.Afterwards, I didn't know what I was waiting for, I couldn't help but stare at the door frame of the house, listened with bated breath, heard the sound of the engine coming from outside the window, gradually approaching, gradually moving away, and then...

disappear.

I closed my eyes, clenched my hands into fists, and the quilt was clenched into my palms.

Why did you come to provoke me...

I hate you.

can't sleep.It's not that I think too much, I don't think about anything, and I really don't think about anything, but my chest is tight and I can't sleep.The second hand of Erye’s old clock rotates, rattling, reminding me in a quiet room that time is still flowing. I am not in a strange dream or some static space. The room I see in my eyes is in reality. Where I exist, everything is real, and I don't let me have any illusions about fluke.

Relying on a double bed, I kept turning and changing directions on the bed like the hands of a clock, in order to find a comfortable position that would not make people feel stuffy.I turned almost 360 degrees and it still didn't work. It seemed that there was something wrong in any direction, and I felt uncomfortable all over.Naoren's sense of existence is also extremely strong, dizzy and heavy, almost like a loose yellow egg.It seems that my almanac must not be suitable for sleeping today. The only "lucky" thing is that I don't have to work overtime this weekend.

Enough looking at the ceiling, I nudged forward and let my head hang off the edge of the bed.The sky was completely bright, and the sky in the window was gloomy and gray, not a good weather.Is it going to rain again?It's obviously not the flood season yet, but there's been a lot of rain this year...

This perspective is really memorable.When I was a child, when I was bored, I often stood on my head or bent down, looking at the world upside down from between my legs.It seems to be the other way around, those people and things are not what they used to be. The happiness at that time was really simple, but I don’t know how to grow up and be an adult. "Grow up" even took over one of my five-year-old birthday wishes.Later, my wish came true, and I grew up, but I began to think about the past often.Young people have youthful troubles, and adults have adult troubles. In contrast, when I was a child, my troubles were so simple and innocent, and they would soon be replaced by new things and forgotten.

Before he knew it, he let out a sigh.I rolled my eyes and saw that Panda's T-shirt and shorts were folded and placed in the corner of the sofa.The laptop screen on the coffee table has been fastened, and the dormant breathing light flashes frequently like a beacon.The small square wax, which is no longer needed after dawn, stands alone next to the bottle of mineral water wrapped in a tissue and only taken a few sips, looking a little lonely.The master brought them with him, but when he left he took only the lamp, not it.

The air seemed to be filled with the faint smell of blown out candles. I moved my nose, and the smell penetrated into my body as if alive, hovering and lingering for a long time.After being blown out for such a long time, I doubt whether the smell in this room is real or just my hallucination.

The early morning of the weekend is still too quiet, so quiet that even the ticking second hand seems to turn very slowly, which is a bit annoying.My head was congested and my eyes were swollen, so I hurried back to my original position and continued to lie on my back in a large font looking at the ceiling, waiting for the bank to open.You have to buy electricity, otherwise you can't do anything.

After staring blankly, I finally fell asleep, and took a few naps intermittently, but it was better not to take these naps, not to mention light sleep, and I didn't even change my posture, but I was even more tired.I didn’t know what time it was when I woke up. I couldn’t see the wall clock above the TV clearly due to my short-sightedness. The angle of the clock on the desk was wrong.There was a slight conversation outside the window, as if someone was talking downstairs, but it was not loud enough for me to hear clearly.At this time, it may be the aunts who get up early to go to the morning market or walk the dog.

After a while, I heard the sound of a garbage truck and knew the time.The cleaner is always on time. Generally, as long as I stay up until this time, or get up early when I get crazy, I can see the figure of the uncle from the window, the sound of the tricycle wrapped in blue iron and the sound of "boom, bang, bang" The sound of taking out the garbage is very unique, and it always seems a bit abrupt in the early morning.

Almost as soon as I recognized the sound of the garbage truck, the downstairs turned upside down.The sound of dogs barking and reprimands from men and women suddenly came together, as if the dog was barking after the cleaner, so the owner and the cleaner started yelling.My nerves tensed immediately, as if they were about to break off suddenly, and my brain was still throbbing with this rhythm.It's so loud, it's fucking annoying!I was so annoyed that I had the urge to yell out the window.

It's not quiet, it's not good to be noisy, it's just a picky psychopath.I was so noisy that I was covered with a quilt for a while, until the downstairs was clean again.I wanted to just fall asleep like this, but after lying down for a while, the quilt was filled with the hot air I exhaled, making me breathless.I finally couldn't take it anymore, I lifted the quilt and got out of bed, rummaged through boxes and cabinets to find the electricity card, and finally I didn't wash my face or change my clothes. I put on my slippers, took my cigarettes, wallet, keys, and mobile phone, and slammed the door and went out.

But when I went out, I didn't know where I was going... I sighed, took out a cigarette and lit one.There are two aunts who are choosing vegetables in the gazebo opposite. They are probably the ones who chatted and disturbed me just now, because I saw that dog...it's just a small Pomeranian.Watching them choose dishes, it suddenly occurred to me that I hadn't been to the morning market on the next street.

I don't know the exact direction, but along the way, I saw people carrying vegetable baskets and plastic bags coming towards me. I knew the general direction was right, so I walked slowly.As I walked, I felt that my exposed feet, legs, and arms were a bit cold.Isn't it already June? Why is it still so cold?I think it must be a psychological reason, or I am hungry.It would be nice to have pancakes in the morning market.However, where there are pancakes, most of the stalls in the morning market have been closed, and a few of them are also closing their stalls. When I finally got there, my eyes were full of vegetables and garbage, and it was so desolate... The wind is rustling and the water is cold .

I looked at my phone, it was only past eight o'clock.Suddenly feel wronged, really want to yell at the sky, what the hell did I do wrong?It's not just to kill time, why are you doing this to me!Put your middle finger up and yell at FUCK!When I got angry, I was really hungry, and I shivered from the bottom of my heart.It seems that I can't eat it.I rubbed my hair, turned around and walked back in a hurry, with nothing else in mind, only to hear the snap of flip-flops.

In the market at the gate of my community, both breakfast stalls and breakfast shops are open.I found a pancake stand and was hooked by the aroma. I was almost unbearably hungry, my stomach was gurgling and wriggling, and there was some pain.It was not easy for me to get the pancakes, but I was so impatient that I couldn't eat the hot pancakes, and I couldn't hold them when they were too hot.So he didn't take a few steps, and was too attracted by the steaming steaming steamer. He sat down on the booth chair and ordered two small boxes of steamed stuffed buns and a bowl of tofu nao.

I carefully blew on the warm little bun, put it in my mouth but it still burned, but I didn't want to spit it out, so I just swallowed it whole, which made my eyes feel hot, and my eye sockets were really wet.I quickly put down my chopsticks, raised my hand to cover my eyes and rubbed them.At this time, I heard a car beeping its horn, and the rhythm made it sound like the driver was impatient.I put down my chopsticks and saw a taxi was blocked by pedestrians and tricycles. There were passengers in the car, the co-pilot was wearing earphones, tilted his head and met my gaze, moved away after three seconds, and then He glanced at me quietly again.I laughed so hard my shoulders were shaking.That buddy must be slandering in his heart, how can a big man sit on the steamed stuffed bun stall and cry.

It's so delicious, can't you cry?

Then the smile froze on his face.At night, I was still sitting in the car watching others, on the same street, but only for a few hours... I picked up the spoon, lowered my head, and took a sip of tofu nao.In fact, I am more used to calling it bean curd, and I don't like to eat this kind of salty stew.When I was young, I often ate the ones made by my grandma. After she finished cooking, she would sprinkle some white sugar or red bean paste on top, and the bean curd would become sweet. My grandpa and I both loved it.

Grandpa is gone, grandma is old now, and the fart kid who used to sit on a chair with his feet on the ground is now leaving his hometown alone, sitting at a roadside stall and eating something that doesn't suit his taste.

In the winter vacation of my senior year, I went home to celebrate the New Year. My grandma watched me eat red bean paste and bean lace while chatting with me.She talked about her grandpa, saying that grandpa left with regrets that he couldn't watch me grow up, get married and have children, or have a great-grandson in his arms.I knew what she meant by telling me that she was urging me to find someone because I was about to graduate, and she was waiting.But overnight... I took two tissues and rubbed them on my face.

Things are people, not everything.Can't go back?all things are...

It can be regarded as a taste of how cruel a bank opened in a concentrated area of ​​​​a residential community is. There are so many people who don't sleep in early on Saturday morning, what are they doing here?I looked at the number slip in my hand speechlessly, smiled wryly, and still miscalculated the opening time of the bank. There were 36 people in line ahead of me.And what the hell am I spending time outside!However, this bank does not have an automatic payment machine, and only two windows are open...

Eat a fart early.

Stuffed with two baskets of steamed stuffed buns, a set of pancakes, and a bowl of tofu nao, it was so hard that I couldn't bear it.But it’s okay to eat so much and feel uncomfortable, at least provide me with some heat, but the air conditioner in the bank freezes my heart and makes me feel sleepy.

So, eat a fart early!

There were iron chairs in the waiting area, and I was so cold that I almost curled up into a ball. My stomach hurts and I wanted to go to the toilet, but the bank didn't have any.At this moment, I can only think of Generalissimo Chiang's classic "Niang Xipi" to express my feelings.In the end, in order to "keep warm" and refresh myself, I had to go outside to smoke, and then I went in to see what the number was called.When my stomach hurt unbearably, I estimated the time and ran to a nearby restaurant to borrow the bathroom.I have a bit of stomach upset, did I catch a cold or eat something bad?

Mother Hippie!Eat a fart early!

Smoking, watching numbers, that's what I do