Looking Through the Mirror

At a quarter past five, the number of cars on the viaduct gradually increased, and he was caught in the middle of a dilemma, so he simply rolled down the window and smoked.

The other party made an appointment with him at six o'clock in the afternoon at an old coffee shop that has been open for some years.He scoffed at this decision that he didn't know whether it should be regarded as a scheming, but he still acquiesced in not saying a word.

Under the bridge is a river, and the sunset light falls on the water surface, reflecting a piece of sparkling light.There is a fishing boat on the river dragging the long white waves to the east, and finally disappears in the distance at the end of the sky.

Probably the boring time is always hard to pass, he leaned against the window, thinking for no reason of the last meeting in that coffee shop.The other party had just adopted a little girl with straight hair and big eyes. Maybe it was because of some accidents in her childhood that she was not very talkative. She looked cute and sensible, and she was very popular with another friend, so she recognized her goddaughter on the spot.

Seeing that the two interacted like a father and daughter, the real adoptive father couldn't help but said sourly: "If you like it, hurry up and have one yourself. Is it interesting to think about other people's daughters all day long?"

The newly-accepted godfather retorted confidently: "I want to be able to give birth." He hugged the girl for a while and then said: "Oh, it's a pity that our wolf is getting old and can't be hugged and teased like before. Playing."

"Are you raising a child or a pet?"

"Are you questioning my professional ethics as a pediatrician?"

"Don't dare, you old man is the reincarnation of Hua Tuo, with a wonderful hand and rejuvenation."

He has never had any interest or patience with children, so he just sat on the sidelines and listened to the two quarreling boredly, and suddenly heard his friend ask him to help-"Zang Zi, you come to judge, who has the right to speak, me or Wen Zai?" He couldn't help laughing. Said: "Two big men in their thirties, they are not childish."

The man leaned over to him, put his arms on the back of the sofa, and used his fingertips to pluck a few strands of gray hair at his temples, complaining half-truthfully, "Why did you choose such an incomprehensible one?"

Later, he pressed the person tightly against the wall under the shower, and while pushing it hard, he leaned down and carefully kissed the red corners of the other person's eyes.In the sound of rushing water, he heard the man say to him with a hint of begging for mercy: "You can't understand the style, I know it's not enough?"

Through a mist of mist, he saw the man's sea-like deep blue eyes, and found that he seemed to have never understood his eyes—scrutinizing, joking, disdainful, or the ones that now contain sexual meaning. .In the past, he didn't care about it, but at this moment, amidst the sound of sirens one after another, he suddenly became a little curious.

He spent the time of a cigarette thinking.The cigarette was burned out, and the stagnant traffic finally started to move. He closed the window and stepped on the accelerator heavily, as if to put all those irrelevant thoughts behind him.

A song was playing on the car radio, the woman's voice was hoarse, and she said to herself amidst the sound of the air conditioner: "I know, you will definitely miss me and miss me very much."

--goodbye.

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I'll always love NTR and the Big Three again.

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