To my dear Mr. Meng

Shangguan Ting has a lottery event on her public platform tonight, but she has to catch a plane, so she asked me to log in to her account to draw the lottery, so as not to be reported for "spreading false lottery information".

I asked her if she could make me win a prize with a black box operation, but she didn't answer, showing a mysterious smile like the European aristocracy in the seventeenth century.In the evening, I logged into my account and saw that the prize was three sets of Victoria's Secret underwear.

The "News Reminder" column shows that there are nearly a thousand unread comments. I roughly flipped through them, except for "I like Sister Mangchu so dare to say it, and confess to Sister Mangchu crazily", "Sister Mangchu, please announce the address, I want to give you Send twenty catties of mangosteen" and so on, there are countless verbal comments, and I don't know the word "bitch" anymore.

In the personal profile of Guan Ting's account, there is a string of red letters hanging high: "Bamboo shoots in the mountains, with a sharp mouth and thick skin and a hollow belly." Click on the latest news, and the title of an article published last night jumped into the eye: "Your first night: Hormone Impulse or ritual sacrifice?"

With her unique skill of creating headlines, it would be a shame not to be an entertainment gossip reporter.

Guan Ting is a true feminist, at least I think so—although "feminism" is almost synonymous with "female-feminine foolish brain", I still insist that it is a neutral word— —However, in the popular comments below this article, there are several saying that she is a garbage brainwashed by patriarchy.

A sentence from the speaker, the listener can understand a completely different meaning, which may be one of the magical characteristics that distinguish humans from other animals. After all, animals will not be confused whether their own kind is showing favor or demonstrating.From this point of view, it seems that high development is not necessarily a good thing at all.

One comment said: "After the first night, a girl becomes a woman, which is the most important experience in life. I will cherish and give myself to the person I love in this life."

Echoing the audience below, many young girls who have not yet been recruited said that they must solemnly guard their most important things and wait to share them with their significant other who will spend their lives together.Many of them did not forget to ridicule Guan Ting's "slut morality" sharply.

I tried to think back, and the first time I had with Mr. Meng was really ordinary, not more important than any other day in my life, even far less important than the final exam the next morning.

Not long after the start of the junior year, Mr. Meng rented a house off campus.Although the complex is old, it is close to the school and life is convenient. Most of the tenants in it are students. Guan Ting also moved out and lives alone in another unit.At first I refused Mr. Meng's invitation to live together, but I couldn't bear to run to him every three days, and sometimes I missed the door of the dormitory when I played too late, so I just stayed in his room all night.

Books, clothes, computers, in short, I have more and more things in the house, but I often can't find things in the dormitory.Once the department asked me to hand in a stamped document. I sweated profusely and searched the dormitory upside down but found it on the coffee table in Mr. Meng’s room—I packed it up that night Big bags and small bags moved in.

When we went to school together the next day, we met Guan Ting. She was sipping a carton of milk and reciting the text in her mouth. Suddenly her eyes lit up, and she rolled up her book and approached her: "Hey, how is the cohabitation life of our badgers?" ?”

I said she was only asking about these things, and she wasn't shy. She snorted contemptuously, and went away with Bao Shiran on her shoulders, like a peacock whose tail feathers have just been scalded into big waves.

Living under one roof, there is no such thing as a misfire.Speaking of which, there was a lack of common knowledge of physiology at that time. In the middle school biology class, the teacher skipped the section on the human body and reproduction, and the boys would only point to the pictures of genitals and make obscene laughter to make girls laugh. The child is embarrassed.So when I washed up and rolled on the bed and waited for Mr. Meng to come out of the shower, I felt a sense of heroism in my heart, thinking that Bai Jiaxuan's fifth woman was afraid to have sex with him because of rumors that he had a dog growing in his crotch, With barbs and poisonous juice, it can smash a woman's heart, lungs and liver.

Thinking of Mr. Meng being like that, I hiccupped laughing on the bed, didn't notice when he came in, and threw a half-wet towel on my head: "What are you smirking at?"

When I told him this paragraph, his expression seemed to say that there was something wrong with my mind: "It's not like you haven't read it."

This is the truth. When I was a child, I even touched it. Whose little boy didn't do the trick of seeing who urinates farther when going to the toilet.

But the night of the fight was brutal, and it topped my "must-to-grave shame" list for a long time.Not only the first time, but the first two times we gave up halfway because it was so painful.Mr. Meng was worried that he would not force it when he saw the blood, so he took the paper for me. I lay on the bed and wiped away the tears from the pain, blowing my nose along the way, and vowed to have sex with my right hand for the rest of my life.

Mr. Meng has a little psychological shadow for this.

After a while - we were so happy in bed, I asked if it had scared him, and he admitted.He made an analogy, saying that a person sat at the dining table with a knife and fork, opened the lid and prepared to eat, and stabbed it with a fork, and the turkey on the plate suddenly jumped up with a scream, and cursed "fuck you!"

I didn't expect him to call me a turkey.

Mr. Meng explained that badgers are endangered animals and should be protected and not eaten.

If someone else said this, I would beat him up.

After class was suspended at the end of the term, Guan Ting went home alone, and began to frown all day after returning.

In the summer vacation of the sophomore year, his parents finally pulled the divorce certificate. Two months later, her mother remarried. Her father's previous girlfriend blew it away. The father and daughter spent two days drinking in the big villa. I can't wait to spend all the money on her.I once mentioned this to my dad casually, and he responded indifferently, saying only: "Lao Guan has made several investments recently, and I think none of them are good."

I didn't take it too seriously. It was only when I saw Guan Ting sitting in a daze under the big pagoda tree downstairs in the community for several days in a row that I suddenly remembered this.When asked if it was her father's business problem, she didn't shake her head, which was probably a tacit consent.In addition, her relationship with Kong Yingguang was not going well, there was a big quarrel for three days, and there were small quarrels every day, and the whole place exuded a terrible atmosphere that strangers should not get close to.

During the exam, Guan Ting won a small prize in a translation competition he had participated in before, and he was finally happy. At that time, the cold war with Kong Yingguang was still going on, and he had nowhere to spend his money, so he invited me and Mr. Meng to dinner. .After the meal was not enough, she must go to the bar, so we stayed in the bar for more than two hours.Guan Ting drowned his worries with wine, and I couldn't control myself, so Mr. Meng took one in each hand and took a taxi back to his place of residence.

After getting out of the car, Guan Ting vomited into the gutter while leaning against the wall. Mr. Meng bought water for her to rinse her mouth, and sent her to the door, watching her lock the door before leaving.I'm actually not too drunk, but I can't miss the opportunity to pretend to be crazy by drinking, and it depends on him not to get up.Mr. Meng dragged me to the door of the house and told me to go down so that he could get the keys, and I was clinging to him. He picked up the back collar of my clothes like a cat, and pulled me to the wall, almost strangling me.

I scolded him a few words, he opened the door, slapped me on the back of the head, and pushed me into the room: "You start talking nonsense when you drink too much?"

As soon as I took off my trench coat, I grabbed his hand and touched it: "I'm not drunk, look, I can still be hard."

Mr. Meng said: "Just remember to play hooligans at any time."

I proudly said: "That is."

When the words fell, he squeezed his hand unceremoniously, and I bent down with a groan, and hit his arm——my troubled nose finally couldn't take it anymore, and two drops of bright red nosebleed fell out as a sign protest.

Mr. Meng was taken aback and quickly pulled me into the bathroom.

In fact, it was nothing, it was fine after a while of pain, but he thought he really broke my nose, and kept asking me if I felt any discomfort, and if it was really bad, he went to the hospital for emergency treatment.I just talk nonsense about what’s uncomfortable here and there, let him rub my neck for a while, let him rub my back for a while, get bored in the bathroom, get tired of asking questions, and just block people in front of the mirror for a while .

So things like drinking and having sex are all premeditated by sobriety.After all, if he was really drunk and passed out, how could he expect the little brother in his crotch to be awake.

Maybe it was the alcohol that had paralyzed the pain nerves, or maybe it was a sudden awakening. I really didn't feel the pain like the previous two times, and finally I had a real fight with Meng Qiansheng.The next day I slept until it was bright, and there was still a scene of mandarin ducks sleeping with each other in the bedroom. I was stunned, my mind was bright, and I suddenly remembered that there was an exam today, and a carp jumped out of the bed and ran into the bathroom. wash up.

Mr. Meng was still stuck in the soft bed, and asked me where I was going with his eyes closed. I said the exam, but there was no sound in the bed, and he didn't really wake up at all.I didn't even have time to look at it, so I kissed her indiscriminately, only to find that the kiss was on my hair.I was about to leave, but then I remembered that Mr. Meng gave me the money for drinks and taxis at the bar last night. I had spent all the cash on my body. When he got up, he had no money to go out for breakfast, so he touched 200 yuan and pressed it on the bedside table. rushed out the door.

When I entered the examination room, the latest time for entering the examination room had passed, but the invigilator was from a family member of the major. Thanks to his old man’s love, he nodded and let me in, so the score was not recorded as zero.

There was nothing yesterday, and I felt a little hangover and headache after the exam.After collecting the papers, I sat in the examination room for a while, went downstairs and just yawned when I suddenly found Mr. Meng standing under the steps of the teaching building.I took a closer look, and it was really not an illusion.I leaned on the railing and called him: "How did you find this place?"

"Your exam schedule is on the table." He walked into the lawn, raised his head and said to me, "Come out."

I walked around to the gate of the teaching building, and turned around half of the wall, but he was still standing there.As soon as I walked over, he frowned: "Don't put money on the bedside table next time."

"Huh?" Seeing that he seemed a little unhappy, I couldn't figure it out, "Didn't you spend all the cash in your bag? I'm afraid you won't have money to eat out."

"Then don't put the money on the bedside table. No one is there in the morning, and I don't know how to write a note."

"I told you, you didn't wake up." I thought about it, and smiled, "Meng Qiansheng, what are you thinking about? Feel like you've been prostituted?"

He turned his face away, and I stretched out my hand to support his neck to prevent him from hiding: "Excuse me? Let me see if I blush."

"Don't make trouble."

The more he refused to show me, the more I wanted to. I hooked his neck and brought my face closer, and gently grabbed the hair on his forehead with the other hand: "Let me see, let me see. I'm starving to death, show me Have you brought breakfast?"

He wanted to tear me off my body, but I didn't let go, twisted into a ball, I teased him to give him a kiss, his arm around my back suddenly exerted force, and immediately let go.

"Shut up, someone is watching. Is it your roommate?"

My heart skipped a beat, I immediately let go, and turned around to see that Wang Yue was walking with a girl from the direction of the library.Leng Buding met my eyes, he subconsciously turned his head away, and seemed to feel too self-conscious, so he turned his feet and walked towards us.Mr. Meng and I stared at him at the same time. He was uncomfortable being stared at, and he couldn't help touching the back of his head, and stopped after seven or eight steps.

"He Yujun, you haven't gone anywhere yet. Ah, you are Kong Yingguang's roommate."

I smiled: "Your girlfriend?"

He glanced back at the girl who was standing one step behind, and nodded: "She has an exam this afternoon, and I will accompany her to self-study, and I will go back to get the books now."

I nodded.He said again: "It feels like I haven't seen you for a while, haha. Does living outside make you more free? Do you two rent together?"

I answered vaguely twice, he said he also wanted to move out, and asked me which building I lived in, so I couldn’t be more vague on this point, I said the unit number and floor, and politely asked him if he was free Come and play.He didn't say anything more, and left with his girlfriend.

On the way out of the school gate, I kept asking Mr. Meng if Wang Yue would notice it, but he acted calmly: "You have to worry, you were still arguing with me in school just now."

I thought about it, and I felt that my relationship with the three roommates was pretty good, so there was no need to point out my shortcomings. Even if Wang Yue really saw something, he didn't seem like a person who would publicize it everywhere. We talked about the two girlfriends, but Wang Yue didn't say a word to anyone.I was lost in thought, but Mr. Meng bumped into me lightly: "What are you thinking, and you haven't broken the law. Aren't you hungry? Go to the Cantonese porridge shop on Jianxin Road. I'll treat you."

As he spoke, he took out two blue hundred-yuan bills and shook them.

"That's my money."

"You kiss me."

"what?"

"No one, don't worry."

I looked around and confirmed that there was no one there, and quickly kissed him: "What are you doing?"

"A kiss of two hundred yuan, now the two hundred yuan is really mine."

The author says:

The content about Bai Jiaxuan comes from Chapter 1 of "White Deer Plain".