dangerous road

He woke up from a short sleep, tired and with a splitting headache.There are still some images in my mind, some eroded memories, and bizarre fragments.He thought it was just a dream that was too crazy.Two entangled bodies, unrestrained demands, a face trembling under him distorted by pain, and those pitiful eyes that contained the same despair as him.

He groaned and sat up, raised his eyes and saw the messy bed that seemed to have just experienced a catastrophe.The wet sheet was half wrapped around him.booze.Sweat.There is also a hint of saltiness.He stared hard at the pure white sheet that seemed to be cast from pulp, and it was full of obscene | painful folds.The whole room is crazy, ridiculous, inexplicable.

The pieces flying like confetti in my head finally settled down and returned to their original positions.So he could finally start to look at what had happened last night.He saw the swaying wine bottles on the coffee table, smelled the smell of the man's body like a bush wetted by rain, and heard the other party's sigh when he entered the body that was thinking about it with a low growl. .

No.He shook his head violently.So the confetti of memories once again danced in his mind like a celestial maiden.

He doesn't want to listen.

He turned over and got out of bed, lost in the smell of lust that filled the room.This smell enveloped him, attached to his body, from the top of his head all the way down, slowly seeping through the entire room like a spreading water stain.He suddenly felt that he was an unfortunate person who suffered a diving accident.His face was livid.Difficulty breathing.But he didn't know how to escape at all.

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You tell me you love her you lied to me don't look at me like that please please please please please

But I have to get married. He saw that the man's dark eyes were like two shriveled purple grapes

The smell of rain-soaked bushes invaded his nostrils and the intoxicating smell of wine and

He held that face in his hands and looked deeply at it, watching the two shriveled purple grapes ooze out the juice of pity little by little in the palm of his hand because of the extreme pain and embarrassment. This painful and equal love has become radiant again

you tell me the truth do you want to marry her

He heard a sigh as soft as the down of a baby bird

but i have to get married

So this sigh poured on the tip of his heart like boiling water

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He came to the kitchen naked|naked, his hungry stomach spasming in due time.Reflexively opened the refrigerator and found that there were only a few bottles of unknown water left in it, the leftover takeaway from a few days ago, and eggs that had been forgotten for a long time.

He took out the takeaway and threw it away, then took out a bottle of water, unscrewed the lid and drank it unconsciously.The cold liquid stimulated his burning throat, and at the same time stimulated his not sober brain.The memories scattered like confetti are now as heavy as lead, and any small piece can make him breathless.

He mechanically counted the number of eggs in the refrigerator. The cold air brought by the open refrigerator door made him drowsy.He took out a few eggs and held them in both hands, then closed the refrigerator door with his shoulders, put the cold eggs on the counter, turned on the gas, turned on the range hood, poured oil into the pot, and looked for Take out the spatula and wait for the oil to heat up, then beat the eggs into it with a bang——

but i have to get married

He stared blankly at the egg liquid swelling up in the pan, and the boiling oil stars splashed on his arms, scalding red spots one after another, and the hot iron handle of the spatula gradually grasped

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but i have to get married

His hands that were supposed to hold the face moved to the other's neck

i want to strangle you

Alright

He thought he would be able to strangle the person in front of him to death in less than a minute, and then make these grape-like eyes never see his own face in pain.

I try to ease your pain

Ok

you close your eyes

It's fine if you don't need it, you have to work hard, it's useless like this

His field of vision is full of the other person’s eyes, why don’t you close them? How ugly is he? How dirty is his shady psychology? Can’t you see these eyes? Why don’t you close them? If you close them, you can see everything. Gone, at least you can die peacefully, as if in the womb of cotton wool

You know there is a saying that every human being with sound IQ more or less wants the person he loves the most to die?

I didn't know it before, but now I know it

He smells the rain-soaked bushes

Do you want me to pinch here or is it like this?

do not Cry

I didn't cry, I mean is it okay to push hard like this or change the angle

No need to stay here, you should work hard

you want me to work hard

don't cry you don't cry. so salty

i didn't cry

But he still couldn't stop crying. He tremblingly buried his head in the socket of the other's shoulder. The tears that flowed out formed shallow puddles. The scent of grass and bushes flowed down his nasal cavity and permeated his whole body. His moist and firm body The front chest is tightly pressed against the wet and firm chest of the other party. The two trembling bodies have finally achieved maximum resonance.

i love you

but you are getting married

yes i have to get married

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When he came back to his senses, he had already cracked four or five eggs into the pan, and these eggs were all battered, turning into a few black carbides stubbornly sticking to the bottom of the pan.So he turned off the stove and the range hood, threw the spatula away and never cared about it again.

Last night was the first and last time he hugged that person.He still remembered that when they first met, the other party ran straight towards him from a distance, like a shining wind in a trance.Citrus-colored dusk, purple dusk, the cool sun swaying on the horizon, the crimson evening light against each other's eyes, like two ripe grapes, glowing with a moving purple light, he hears the world around him is a blank silence It was as if all the noise had been sucked into the slender body that was running towards him, as if the man had torn the strings of sounds into pieces as he ran and threw them down the road to the silent well. This was the only mirage he could remember. Now it can only become the last bit in his mind. For the remnants of the past, he groans in pain. He seizes the last chance to bury his symbol in the other person's body and let it go in the despair of losing it as soon as he gets it. The tide of pleasure engulfed himself. Even so, he was still cold. The liquid flowing out of his heart fell drop by drop on the soft pillowcase. He knew that the past was all fake. Memories have no return, and spring is always gone forever, so the craziest and persistent His feelings will eventually become a thing of the past, but he doesn't want to believe it, so what if he doesn't want to believe it? Those sigh-like words have been stabbing him like a poisoned knife.There are many roads before him, the road of the good boy, the road of the madman, the road of the libertine, the road of the rebel, any road for anyone anywhere, which one should he take, how and with whom.

but i have to get married

He closed his eyes and smelled the aroma of the rain-soaked bushes.

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【The End】