Catch a fat bear as a slave

The golden autumn is slightly dew, the wind is clear and the moon is white, the sky is high and the clouds are light.

Listening to the duet of Cowherd and Weaver Girl is not a romantic love epic for those outside the window.

Outside the window, the sound of cold croakers seems to remind that after autumn, winter is coming.

A woman's voice came out on the radio: Let's go to my parents' place sometime, and we haven't been there for two months.

The man yawned: I must go, I will go after this quality inspection exam.

What is broadcast on the radio is always a dialogue between men and women, and there are no life photos.I was a little impatient, my waist was a little sore, I changed my position and rubbed my hands together.Wait, maybe they haven't gotten to the point yet, I thought.

The night was as quiet as a sleeping baby, and a few dogs barked in the distance, piercing the silent night sky.

When I woke up the next morning, I felt weak and heavy-headed. It may be that the little monk consumed too many bullets, which led to a deficit in the national treasury. It may also be that when I was listening to the radio yesterday, I was raped by the long cold night, and my nose was running. , sneezing.

After the first class, I couldn't hold on any longer, so I took a leave of absence, then returned to my residence, and fell asleep with my head covered.When I woke up, I was sweating and refreshed. I poured a glass of water and looked out the window. It was about four o'clock, and I was hungry. I found some dry food and chewed it slowly with boiling water.

It seemed that the woman had left and the door was locked. I went to the front yard to check, but there was no one there.

On the rope was the woman's fresh laundry, women's, children's, and men's.

Suddenly, it was a man's underwear, gray and white, exuding a seductive aroma.That must be the iron armor used in the fierce battle last night, a disgusting and greedy thought flashed across.I pinched my hands and feet to check around again to make sure everything was safe. I fucked the man's underwear and ran to the backyard in a hurry. Being a thief, stealing a man, and cheating in the wheat field may all express my feelings at the moment.

I locked the door behind my back, pressed the man's underwear to my nostrils and sniffed vigorously. The fragrance of the soap entered my nostrils. I was greedily intoxicated. This may be the reality. My male god is so close, but so far away. at the end of the world.

I put it at the bottom of my box, and only when I miss him at night, I turn it out and stick it to my face, smelling the smell of the golden bell jar I took off from him, and dreaming with all fours up to the sky All kinds of love and hatred with him, lingering, until finally all the bullets in the gun chamber were fired, floating empty in the night sky.

I love my male god, but I still dare not confess to him, I have no courage and no qualifications.I lived happily and painfully. At that time, maybe he had occupied the whole of my life. In my small personal space, no one could step in.

Maybe he also felt the different eyes when I looked at him, but he didn't make any reply, which made me heartbroken, and I finally knew why people who lost love would think of suicide, I think I was really rejected by him At that moment, will this unrequited love be declared shattered by the end of my life? Then I know that I have never really been in love, but I have given this love to a married man. An impossible love affair.I put my palms together and begged God to give me guidance as a lost lamb, but my piety did not move God, and I had to face the path I was walking on my own, and I faced it in a daze.