To my dear Mr. Meng

When Guan Ting called, I was studying how to finish the two sides on the table.Swallowing two taels is not an easy task for me in the recent period. The noodle bowl seems to have become a cornucopia, with new noodles growing continuously.

Guan Ting said that she has been receiving harassing calls these days, and some people asked me if I lived with her when I was in college, saying that I was gay and told her to stay away from me so as not to be cheated.She was baffled, and found out the beginning and end of the whole thing when she asked a junior sister from the University of International Business and Economics.

When she said the word "Qu Nan", I reflexively felt disgusted.It was also at this time that I realized that I really didn't want to hear anyone talk about it anymore.

The junior sister told Guan Ting that her incident was said to be disclosed by a senior in the school, and then somehow spread to a community forum outside the school. Some netizens who watched the excitement posted her phone number and school status photos everywhere. .

"It must be that bastard Kong Yingguang." Guan Ting changed his tone when he mentioned these three words, and asked again, "Your school didn't make things difficult for you, did you? I was annoyed to death after several phone calls. Nothing happened to you and Meng Qiansheng son?"

"No, don't worry about it, I'm sorry to drag you in." I lied casually, "Change the number and you'll be quiet. Anyway, this matter is over."

"What's there to be embarrassed about? I scolded all those shameless things back. I really thought that women can pinch them casually. See if I don't scold him so that grass grows on his father's grave!"

I couldn't help laughing: "Your mouth is really amazing."

She was very happy, saying that you and Meng Qiansheng should be optimistic about the pair of pandas, and I am still waiting for the wedding wine.

I laughed until the back of my head twitched and ached, and said what kind of wedding wine could we have, the two of us drank yours and your Du Xun's were similar.

Guan Ting just laughed along.

My thesis is still lying on the computer, and I can't pass the review.Faced with the screen for a long time, at night, when the eyes see the white light, they are so painful that they can't open, and they can't stop crying.

On the third night, I woke up with a start again, and the pillow was soaked in cold sweat.I turned on the light and changed the pillowcase, and lay down again, no sleepiness at all, I seemed to hear someone talking in the distance, but I couldn't hear it clearly, so I listened intently, and slowly there was nothing.

I don't know if it's because the sleep is too shallow or the dream is too real, I sometimes can't distinguish between reality and dream.He was clearly awake, but the insults were still buzzing in his ears, his body was like an overturned jug, cold, sticky sweat came out from every skin-to-skin gap, hissing and spitting out the warmth. Hot Nobuko.

After staring at the ceiling for a while, I touched the mobile phone on the bedside table. It was almost two o'clock in the morning, and I dialed Mr. Meng by a ghost.

His phone has been turned off for the past few days, and I even thought about calling the police on the grounds of his disappearance.Just like what my parents said, according to his father's violent temper, it would not be surprising if Meng Qiansheng was lying in the hospital covered in bruises.

The phone actually dialed.

When it rang No.17, it was finally picked up by someone, but there was no sound.

I waited for a while, and there was still no sound from the other end, but it did show that the call was in progress again.I didn't dare to call Mr. Meng's name rashly, so I tentatively said "Hello".

"...What Badger?"

I sat up from the bed all at once: "Meng Qiansheng!"

He immediately asked, "Where are you? Your phone has been turned off, and I am going to report it as a missing person."

"I'm on the school side." I couldn't help laughing, "My mobile phone is blocked by my mother, I bought a new card."

Mr. Meng said that he just came back tonight and was in the Jiahua apartment in the urban area.We didn't really get along.

I can't imagine seeing him. When I spoke, it was as if ten thousand needles were piercing my throat: "I'll go find you now."

"Don't make a fuss." He said this, without any sense of reproach in his tone, "What time is it, it's not safe."

"What if my parents come to arrest me?"

"Who came to catch you in the middle of the night?" He couldn't help laughing, "Go to bed, get up tomorrow and pack your things, or I'll pick you up."

I don't know how Mr. Meng escaped from his father's hands, but he must have shed a layer of skin.Because when I saw him the next day, he had three or four scratches and bruises on his face, and he was wearing a long-sleeved shirt on a hot day. Good skin and good flesh are even more bleak. I want to hug him but I can't find a place to start.

I didn’t mention being locked up at home by my parents, but in the end I listened to Mr. Meng’s persuasion and called home from a random phone booth on the way, lest my mother really think that I obeyed her and was hit by a car and died on the way.Not surprisingly, I was scolded bloody, she hung up straight away, and I didn't interrupt the whole process.

Mr. Meng was waiting for me a few steps away, and asked me how I was doing. I said that I had been expelled from the old He family, and my mother said that she had never given birth to any shameless son.In ancient times there was Wenjun, and now there is you, Brother He, otherwise we should be wine dealers and sell fake Moutai.

He couldn't hide his smile from what I said, but his brows were slightly furrowed, looking extremely helpless.

For those two or three months we were too good to be true.

I didn't notice it at all. One night I was staring at the water in the kitchen, and Mr. Meng suddenly smiled and said, "Why do you follow me wherever I go these days? Are you afraid that I will run away?"

It was only then that I realized that I had been sticking too much to him recently, and I almost asked him to put me in his body pocket and stay with me 24 hours a day.Laughed twice to perfunctory the past, and slipped away with the excuse of revising the thesis.

He walked into the bedroom, and I was covered with a quilt, in the middle of sleepiness.After sitting down by the bed, he turned on the bedside lamp, put the lampshade aside, and asked in a low voice, "Have you submitted the application for delayed graduation?"

"Not yet." I didn't want to look at him, turned my head, "Is Yanbi useful?"

"You don't want to hear what I said." He stroked the back of my head, "If you really want to expose it, you'd better go to Cha Pengyi."

I mocked: "Kneel down and beg him?"

"I think he just wants you to bow your head. Qu Nan's mobile phone is such a key evidence, if it is lost, it will be lost. Whether it is related to him or not, the water here is obviously deep, so don't wade in it."

"They're working together, and it's not a good thing."

"If you still plan to investigate, you can only submit it to the procuratorate above."

"Why do you always have to take care of me?" I pulled the quilt irritably, "My own daughter died inexplicably, and the parents can ignore it if they get paid; I was human flesh, all kinds of private information are spread all over the sky, anyone can come up and step on my feet, anyway, I am still gay, I can do all kinds of bad things. What else do I care, whoever the hell wants to be the hero !"

The blood vessels in the whole head throbbed with pain, the hand paused for a while, and pressed it on my shoulder.

"Don't think about it." He said lightly.When I calmed down, he softened his tone again: "It's not your fault."

Passing by the entrance of the Faculty of Letters, something dazzled in the sun. I squinted my eyes and looked over, only to find it was a glistening pool of water.It suddenly occurred to me that in "A Kind of Reality", Shan Feng kicked his nephew to death in order to avenge his son, and the blood of the child glistened as it dried in the sun.

The air-conditioning in the office building seemed to come down from the tip of a knife, and it hurt people's skin like raw cuts.The door in the middle of the corridor was ajar, and a more intense cold air escaped.I knocked on the door, and the sound of my knuckles on the wood was startling.

"Come in," said a man's voice.

As soon as the door was pushed open, I adjusted my sight at the same time.However, the figure sitting behind the desk still barged into the corner of his eye, and he put down the pen in his hand: "Delaying graduation is also good for you, and re-consolidate your studies."

The fluorescent lamp fell like a bright guillotine, splashing a pool of invisible blood that was equally pale.The brightness made me a little dizzy, I closed my eyelids, and swallowed a mouthful of dry, fishy saliva.

"Mr. Cha, I didn't understand what happened before. I'm sorry."

I bowed.

He smiled lightly: "You are too impulsive. Reputation is very important to a person. No one can stand being attacked by public opinion." He raised his eyelids and looked at me, "Don't you think so?"

When I woke up, I took a deep breath, and my lungs swelled and ached.Mr. Meng sat up and put his warm hand on my forehead: "Having a nightmare again?"

A few torrential rains in September wiped out the heat in a blink of an eye. Fever in this kind of weather is not a pleasant thing. If you don’t cover yourself with a quilt, you will be cold and sweat all over your body after covering it for a while.I didn't say a word, my ears were buzzing, like water was poured.

"Drink some water, I'll go see the porridge."

He walked out of the bedroom and closed the door, and the room was suddenly very quiet.

I gradually woke up and was about to reach for the glass on the bedside table when I heard someone talking.The voice was very clear, as if it was sticking to my ear, saying unbearable insults.

I stopped at once.

After sitting for two or three minutes, I turned over, jumped out of bed, and headed into the kitchen.Mr. Meng turned around when he heard the sound, and asked strangely, "What's wrong with you?"

The cursing in my ears gradually diminished, and finally disappeared, and it was empty for a while, except for the lazy and pleasant gurgling sound of the porridge pot on the stove.

I froze for a while before replying, "Nothing."

After graduating, Mr. Meng was even more busy than ever, and I was not much better at Wenjin International. The few of us new recruits can’t wait to worship Buddha and burn incense every day, so that the leaders will stop blocking manuscripts, so as to save them from talking in their sleep every night. I'll polish this one up."The problem of insomnia has not been cured, so Mr. Meng even took me to the hospital to see it.I was squeezed among a group of old people with chicken skin and white hair. The doctor laughed when he saw me: "Why do you have insomnia when you are young? Do more exercise and don't stay up late."

Headaches follow.I was too lazy to go to the hospital again, and of course I kept my mouth shut to Mr. Meng, otherwise he would have to send me to the hospital for registration.If I don't go, he will definitely get angry. To be honest, I'm really afraid that he will get angry.

The days after the showdown with the family were not happy, not to mention that this "showdown" was forcibly drawn by someone pressing their heads.My parents were probably determined not to recognize me, and they never called me again for several months. Even if I sent a text message to tell my mother my new mobile phone number, she just got off the phone and scolded me for three days, and warned me by the way. Not to mention she gave birth, if she dared to go home, she would directly hack to death with a knife.In this way, I can't get back the bank card in the small treasury, so I can only rely on the passbook I brought out to eat and eat, while accepting Mr. Meng's help.As for how Mr. Meng's father dealt with him, he didn't tell me in detail. The general idea is that after Uncle Meng also decided that the old Meng family was dead, he said that Meng Qiansheng would break his leg if he stepped out of this house.

The harsh words I uttered with my mother are somewhat similar, and this may also be regarded as a tacit understanding between the in-laws.

Life rewards each person with a crisp ear scrape head-on. If you want to keep your feet on the ground, you have to have money and a house. You can't expect to drink enough water.In order not to teach the family members to poke their spines, they have to live a decent and beautiful life.I feel like a magic stick in a gold silk robe, covered in fleas underneath, and pretending to be dignified.

It stands to reason that Mr. Meng and I are now in the same boat, and we should love each other, but in fact, we still inevitably quarrel and bump into each other, and recently there is even a tendency to intensify.

I can't tell.Even though they slept on the same bed, they couldn't talk a few words every day, only meeting each other.Sometimes I stayed up late and finished writing the manuscript and lay on the bed, and I was already in a hazy sleep, only to hear him come back and wash up lightly; Wenjin International is far away from his company, I have to squeeze the rush hour subway in the morning, and he is still covered in bed when I go out Dream.Even if I was free, I didn't have much to say, it was similar to the time when I first started my internship, but the difference between the two was more distinct: he had his murderous financial circle, and I was surrounded by drunken literati talking all day long, fighting to the death between the lines .

It turned out that Mr. Meng was just an intern. I secretly blamed him for being more reticent and sometimes taking me for air. Now I have a deep understanding.During the day, I spend all my time lying down outside and making small gestures. Who has the time to play romantic games? The only pastime I love now is staring at the bookcase with a pen in my mouth. No one wants to talk to me; The computer was concentrating on watching, and there was a small sound of keyboard tapping from time to time.

We are sitting in a room, physically close to each other, but our souls are far away from each other.

Near the end of the year, I finally graduated successfully, but because of the unification of certificates, I have to wait until June next year to get the certificate.Just two days after I was happy, the leader, as if he was afraid of seeing people's smiling faces, typed back my three previous manuscripts in one breath, and added an urgent new manuscript, and incidentally said a lot of so-called "tactful and ironic" Sound advice.

I worked overtime for three consecutive days, but in the end I still missed two articles. When the leader greeted me to go back, he said meaningfully: "Xiao He, young people, don't rush forward. "

I sneered in my heart and remained silent.

Nested in the room to write and revise, completely forgetting the time, the key sound came from the door, I looked up, 11:30, I simply changed it all, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow there is a reason to rest at home for two days.I was thinking about the middle section, when I vaguely heard someone calling me from outside the door, but I didn’t see Meng Qiansheng coming in. It was just calling, which annoyed me, so I opened the door with a pen in my mouth, and stuck out my head:

"What?"

Mr. Meng's suit and hair were a little disheveled, his tie and shirt were unbuttoned, and his gaze was a little wandering at first, but it took a while to accurately focus on my face.I seemed to smell a little wine, and I vaguely remembered that he seemed to have said that his colleagues had dinner together.He doesn't look good when he drinks, but he can feel a little drunk from his demeanor, and asked me, "Why are Wei Qiao's things still here?"

"what?"

He pointed to a transparent file bag on the shoe cabinet at the door: "Didn't I ask you to send this information today?"

I stared at him for a long time, tried to remember, and took two steps forward before I remembered: "I forgot. I have something to do this afternoon, and I have been at the company all the time, and I haven't come back."

"What time did you get back?"

"It's past five o'clock."

He frowned, and sighed: "Why didn't you send it when you came back? I made an agreement with Wei Qiao about this. I was in a hurry. It must be late tomorrow."

I was thinking about my manuscript, and I was afraid that I would forget the paragraph I just thought about. I just wanted to send him away quickly, and said casually: "Then what can I do? It's midnight now, so I can only wait until tomorrow."

He suddenly turned his face and stared at me: "I know this is not your business, but can I trouble you to take care of it? You agreed to take it down. If you say no time, I will bring it myself this morning. Let's go. Why are you so busy in the afternoon that you don't even have the time to call me and send me a text message? "

"What tone are you talking about?" I followed suit, "I was called to write something temporarily, and I was in a hurry, so I forgot if I didn't pay attention. You made it sound like I was trying to make things difficult for you?"

"Okay, I don't want to be noisy again." He took off his tie and rolled it up in his hand, and took out his mobile phone, "I want you to admit your mistake and say you forgot, is it so difficult?"

I've been exhausted by work and petty arguments for a long time, and instead of wasting time in a doomed verbal fight, I'd rather just get on with my business and maybe go to bed 10 minutes sooner .I suppressed my anger and laughed, and said, "I'm sorry." After I finished speaking, I glanced at him, and he happened to see it.

"Young yin and yang are weird."

"Who the hell is weird?" The signature pen fell to his feet, and the cap flew a long way, "Are you picking on the thorns tonight?"

"Don't lose your temper with me, put your temper away."

"Why is everything my fault? I forgot to apologize to you. After I apologized, I said that I was eccentric and difficult to serve. I owe you? Wei Qiao's things are so important, so why don't you know how to ask?" Did I send it, a group of people came back in the middle of the night after drinking and eating, and thought of asking me to ask the teacher for their crimes?"

He glanced at me, didn't answer, went to the balcony to make a phone call.When I heard him call Wei Qiao's name, I felt even more irritable, and slammed the door and went back to the room.

We often go to war in such a big way, and the reason is nothing more than the sesame seeds of rice, rice, oil and salt, and it is too trivial to say it.In the past, I sneered at my parents' feathers, but looking at it now, "one generation is not as good as one generation" makes sense.

Thinking of a sentence in my heart, I don't know why when I say it, it changes the taste; it gets into the other party's ear, and it changes again, and finally stays in the other party's mind, the meaning is already a thousand miles away, but who? They all stubbornly refused to admit their mistakes.

I'm not good at living, and I don't know much about money, but because my mother has made it a habit since I was a child, and I don't have any hobbies for burning money, it's rare that I'm short on money. Do whatever you want.Meng Qiansheng is a natural genius, able to spend every penny wisely, and just right, so as not to hold himself back like an ascetic monk with little money and no desires.The two of us have been together for so long, but the money is clearly returned. I said I wanted to invest to preserve the value, and he helped to refer to it; if I spent it casually, he didn't ask.Occasionally, I misremembered the amount and spent it all indiscriminately. At the end of the month, I was so embarrassed that I let him borrow it. He was very happy, but because it was his money, I probably had to ask how it was used.

I really love this little bit of freedom.

Who knew that just because the quarrel was not for money, it became a kind of pure mental torture.

In the blink of an eye, at Christmas, Meng Qiansheng and I were still in a state of mutual disgust. I saw that he didn't respond, and I didn't want to be affectionate. I guessed that this year's birthday might be fooled like this, so I didn't express it.On the same day, the social elites in Meng Qiansheng's circle who lived in a Western-style way of food, clothing, housing, and transportation were calling for friends, and it was the weekend, and after working overtime in the afternoon, a group of people went to the city center with a lively appointment.

The pedants in my company ignore these non-existent foreign festivals, but the young people under their command are rare. Men and women are invited to dinner, and no one is allowed to be absent. They also exchange feelings in a bar after the meal.After drinking and still refusing to leave, Luo Xilin and I lazily smoked and bragged in the booth sofa.

It was around this time that I started the habit of never leaving my cigarettes and alcohol. When I got a headache, I smoked a lot, and it was not uncommon for me to take two packs a day.

I returned to the apartment smelling of smoke and alcohol. The room was still cold and dark. I was thirsty after taking a shower. I poured water out and glanced at the wall. It was past twelve o’clock.There were familiar footsteps outside the door, and I went to open the door, and was nearly thrown into the sofa by a delicate top-heavy drunk.

Meng Qiansheng stood at the door, looking down for the key.He raised his head unexpectedly, he seemed to be more drunk than me, and there was a touch of peach blossom flying on his eyelids.After staring at me for a while, he said, "You didn't sleep?"

This is the first time we've spoken in four days.I nodded and said I just came back.As soon as he entered the door, he was so hot that he took off his clothes. The smell of cigarettes and alcohol on the suit jacket was much stronger than mine. After careful identification, it seemed that there was a strange mess of several perfumes mixed.I picked up all the clothes and ties that were thrown on the sofa and put them in the laundry basket. He took advantage of the situation and looked at me thoughtfully.

I suddenly wanted to kiss him.

I want to tell him that I love him very much, and I have to stare at my phone in a daze every day to see if there are any calls and text messages from him, and I want to bow my head to him and admit my mistake; and I am really angry with him, as long as I recall his deliberately mean words, I can't wait to drag someone to him and yell at him immediately.

This idea only turned around in the back of my mind for a while, and then it was extinguished.The next moment I felt the ridiculousness of confessing my heart, like an animal that couldn't wait to show the scars on its belly to others, and hoped to be touched by pity.

In the end I didn't say anything.

I was sitting in the bedroom, and when I heard movement in the living room, I opened the door and called him, telling him to come in.He paused for a moment, then came in anyway.When I touched his warm face in the dark, I really felt a little overdue drunk.Standing for a while wanting to smell his breath, he asked softly, "Are you drunk?"

People always bully wine and can't speak, so they openly blame everything on it.Telling the truth after drinking, losing your temper after drinking, and having sex after drinking are not the fault of people. Without the seduction of the bad guy like wine, it is impossible for people to do inappropriate things.So even if you lose face, it is a wine face, not a human face.

I responded, not daring to say that all I could think about was "I'm done without him", I touched his lips and kissed him, saying I'm sorry.

He was silent for a while, then patted my back, which made my tense muscles relax slowly.I said, your birthday.

He laughed and said that you are not sincere and it is over.

I was speechless for a moment in this quiet intimacy, not knowing what he understood, but instead he comforted me and kissed carefully.

That's the beginning.

The two of us seem to have found a way to make up by coincidence, and every time the quarrel reaches an embarrassing situation, one of us always remembers to make peace in bed.There are tens of thousands of differences, but the tacit understanding of sex can be concealed; the moment you open your mouth, you will be on the verge of a sword, and then share the short-term silence on the bed without gunpowder.

I don't know if this is a waste of the joy of making love.

The sexual affairs between Meng Qiansheng and I became more and more frequent, but we wanted to say less and less. Later, we even looked at each other for a long time, and we felt uncomfortable and uncomfortable with each other.I want to look into his eyes, but every time I see them, those eyes make me sad for no reason, I simply don't see or worry, and all communication is entrusted to animal-like copulation.

After having fun, each go to sleep, this is the best situation, no one has to rack their brains to think of some gentle and boundless empty words.But not every time is so smooth, there are always hours when you are not sleeping, and the atmosphere at that time will make people uncomfortable.No one knows whether the next sentence will break this rare quietness again. Everyone cherishes this quietness, so no one is willing to speak first.

I also don't know why this is the case now.It is what it is.

One time I was lying on the pillow, trying to turn over and pretend to sleep, when my head suddenly started to hurt, it wasn't really painful, but I just wanted to hit the wall.There seemed to be 1 voices coaxing me in my ears, and the muscles in my back twitched, and I sat up suddenly.

Meng Qiansheng looked over immediately: "What are you doing?"

I pressed one temple hard and thought of an excuse for a long time: "I...I want to smoke."

Immediately after I finished speaking, I realized that something was wrong.Meng Qiansheng knows that I smoke, and he occasionally smokes, when he is working overtime or staying up late, a pack can last half a month, which is far less scary than my addiction.I try my best to endure it at home. Meng Qiansheng doesn't like the smell of cigarettes in the house, especially in the bedroom and bathroom.

The conversation was so messed up, I looked at him, trying to see from his face if he was going to choke me.But as soon as we met our eyes, he rolled his eyes and got out of bed, and came in with a cigarette and an ashtray after a while.

I said, "I'm going out to smoke."

He put the things in front of me: "No need. The sheets and quilts should have been changed."

My whole body felt suffocated as if it had been sealed. Something was scrambling in my internal organs. When I lit a cigarette, my hands trembled unconsciously.Meng Qiansheng stared at me all the time, goosebumps formed on the back of my head when he stared at me.I lay on my stomach with the ashtray on the pillow, so I didn’t need to look at him. After half a cigarette, I gradually felt less uncomfortable.

Meng Qiansheng took the cigarette and lit one himself, the bitter smell rose to the sky, I turned to look at him, through the snow-white mist, half of my eye covered by eyelashes looked like a pool of quiet water, and the flame point on my lips was an orange flower of failure.

In January, it always rained abnormally, and I was tired of it. Listening to the sound of the unjust rain at night turned me into a wild beast, and every hair was wet in the rain.The fourth aunt, Tai Songlian, is always aroused by cloudy and rainy days. I think it is because the sticky rain is similar to human body fluids.The night was extremely dark, and I couldn't sleep at all. I touched the person next to me and penetrated into his clothes.

Meng Qiansheng didn't get up angry, and he didn't get angry when he was completely awake after being kissed by me. He held my head and just asked, "What's wrong?"

My bones ached from the fire, I eagerly bit the tip of his ear, and said vaguely: "I want to do it."

The sound of rain annoys me, but it's boring enough and long enough that it's often my only entertainment in the lonely second half of the night.

There are signs of everything.

The billboard was crumbling in the wind, and the old man was walking crookedly towards the wall. The wind in the distance made the street trees on the other street rustle, and the cars on the road were speeding fast.There are meetings in the company to write manuscripts, and the leader explicitly and secretly reminds me to be obedient and not to be always arrogant; I don’t have the strength to quarrel with Meng Qiansheng anymore, but this mouth is always unsatisfactory, and I can’t sleep all night and all night, and change the way during the day I'm going to ask for leave, I don't want to see anyone.

No sign of anything.

The billboard suddenly fell, the old man fell and screamed, the traffic light suddenly broke, and a gust of wind blew up the bright red skirt of the girl who was still wearing thin clothes in the cold winter months.Meng Qiansheng was standing across the street waiting for me. The cars on the road were rampant, and they stepped on the gas pedal. No one would let them pass. Pedestrians were standing and cursing under the crazy changing traffic lights. I suddenly found that Meng Qiansheng was very good-looking. A blood-red car galloped towards me, and I rushed up directly.

The sound of brakes made the road hurt, like a nail pierced deep into the ear canal, and everyone on the street was caught in their eyes.The driver poked his head out, scolding until the veins on his forehead popped out, and his face turned red like a pig's liver.Meng Qiansheng's complexion changed, he stepped forward a few steps, and grabbed me by the side of the street: "He Yujun, are you fucking crazy?"

The blood burned my whole body, and I was even forced to sweat sporadically.These words were like a flower blooming in the void, I couldn't help it, and finally laughed out: "Are you so afraid of my death?"

Meng Qiansheng's hands were so cold that he didn't look like a living person, his two beautiful eyes were fixed on me, his face was so ugly that he was too angry to speak.

I stopped laughing.

Knowing that he loves me is a matter of a moment, and wanting to die is a matter of a moment. The world shines brightly in a moment, like a golden city; It is still the disheartened defective product.

After the strong wind crossed the border and dense clouds came around, I should be rolled up and thrown away like an expired newspaper.

Meng Qiansheng was still holding me tight, so I put my eyes on his face, hugged the back of his neck and kissed him.

When I touched his back, his back stiffened instantly, like a cold iron plate.

The author says:

Longer conscience, weekend benefits.The content of the fourth concubine Tai Songlian is detailed in "Wives and Concubines in Groups".