sex addict

There are two kinds of people in this world, one is the dead and the other is the living. ——Nicotine

One day not long before leaving for Detroit, when Mu Cheng came home, he saw Song Yao sitting on the balcony, reading a book and drinking coffee. Before he could take off his coat, he ran to sit opposite him, and said with a smile while taking off his clothes: " Hey, Xiao Mu, let me tell you something, it makes me so ridiculous. When I passed the square this afternoon, I saw a boy holding up his mobile phone to take a small video, and then patted the shoulder of the person walking in front, saying "Miss Sister, Miss Sister, do you have a boyfriend?" As a result, the legendary "Miss Sister" turned around and gave a beating, and kept cursing "Miss Sister! Who are you calling Miss Sister?" Your whole family is young lady! Make you young lady! Let you young lady! Try calling young lady again!’ It turned out to be a man! The boy instantly petrified, watching the man beat and kicked without moving... ...Hahaha...I'm dying of laughter..." Before he finished speaking, he was rocking back and forth laughing while wearing his half-taken off jacket.

Song Yao looked up at Mu Cheng, gave him an embarrassing but polite smile for three seconds, then turned indifferent for a moment, and continued to read.

Mu Cheng tilted his head to look at Song Yao, as if he was catching Song Yao's attention, but found that he didn't have a book worthy of Song Yao's more reading, like a deflated ball, he said aggrievedly: "It's not funny. Huh? Hehe, then, I won’t bother you when you read. I’ll go to the supermarket to buy what you want for dinner tomorrow, and I’ll make you a delicious meal before going to Detroit.”

"Let's talk about tomorrow."

Buzzing... The phone on the table vibrated rhythmically, as if urging the man sitting in the office typing away to do something immediately.The man stared at the computer intently, frowning for a while, fumbling with his hands to answer the phone.

"Hello, this is the Renmin Middle Road Traffic Police Detachment. Are you the owner's lover?"

"No... I'm not, I'm his friend." A hasty and hoarse male voice came from the phone, and the strangeness that pierced his ears made the man a little flustered.

"A serious car out of control crashed into pedestrians just happened on Renmin Middle Road. Five people including the owner of the car were injured. They have been sent to the No.1 People's Hospital in City A... Can you help us get the owner's family contact information?"

"How is the wounded?"

"Then we don't know, you can go to the hospital to have a look. Would you please provide the contact information of his family?"

"I am his family!"

"Aren't you his friend? Okay, then we have already notified you. Go to the hospital as soon as possible to check on the injured person. I hope he is safe. Some of his personal belongings were left at the scene of the car accident. Our police officers have brought them back to Renmin Middle Road The traffic police detachment is here, come and pick up your valid documents when you have time, thank you for your cooperation."

"Thank you...thank you..." I hung up the phone in a panic.

The man's bloodshot eyes stared at the phone number on the caller ID. One second, two seconds, he finally rushed out of the office in a daze. The office door closed slowly until it locked with a muffled "boom".

Picking up the car in the underground garage, the man frantically turned the steering wheel, breathing heavily and waiting for the call to be answered.

"Hello, Auntie, I'm Song Yao, Mu Cheng..." The man's crying voice indirectly told the person on the other end of the phone how scared he was.

"Song Yao, the hospital has notified us about Xiao Mu's matter, and we are on our way to the hospital now...how could such a thing happen...my poor child..." Listening to the voice, Mu Cheng's mother should be crying people.

"Why are you crying? My son is still being rescued. Who are you crying for?" Mu Tianchang reprimanded vaguely from the other end of the phone.Song Yao could hear that the majestic voice was trembling.

Song Yao's hands and voice were also trembling: "Auntie, don't cry, Mu Cheng will be fine, don't worry, I'm coming soon, please tell uncle not to worry, drive safely. Let's do it first, Auntie, goodbye .” After the other party hung up the phone, Song Yao sniffed his nose and gritted his teeth to restrain the flow of tears.He knew that while he was comforting Mu Cheng's mother, he was also persuading himself. He was more afraid and worried than anyone else.

At the door of the operating room, Song Yao sat on a chair and sobbed with his head in his arms. He could hear his trembling with every breath.It wasn't until Mu Cheng's parents supported each other and trotted to him that Song Yao dared to raise his head and look at the three words "in operation" with the red light on. The blood-like color was still so dazzling.

"What's going on? Ah?" "Uncle and aunt, I'm sorry..." Mu Tianchang and Song Yao spoke almost at the same time, only Mu Cheng's mother was lying on the door of the operating room like a gecko, crying Looking inside, I wish I could see clearly my son's breathing.

"Please keep quiet at the door of the operating room." A nurse came to help Li Xin, her voice was cold: "The injured person was severely injured, resulting in rupture of the spleen and accumulation of blood in the abdomen. The patient is being rescued. The danger period has not yet passed. Please wait patiently for news. . "The words are like a hammer hitting the softness in the heart.

Li Xin covered her mouth in disbelief and blocked her crying. She lay limp on the ground, choked up and asked over and over again, "How could this be? How could this be..."

"I don't know, uncle, I'm sorry, I don't know..." Song Yao shook his head in pain, seeing Mu Cheng's mother sitting slumped at the door like a prisoner who had been sentenced to death, he escaped Mu Tianchang's majesty and panic He ran over to help him up.In this way, none of the three spoke again, and they all sat quietly waiting for the result.

Click!The red light in the operating room went off, and the three rushed towards the doctor who was pushing the door like crazy.

"Doctor, how is it? Is my son okay?" "Doctor, how is Mu Cheng?" appearance.

Everything is as dramatic as a TV series. According to the script, the doctor should take off his mask at this time, slowly shake his head towards the patient's family, with a look of regret and helplessness, and then say something that makes the patient's family feel distraught—— "I'm sorry, we tried our best." Then the patient's family members grabbed the doctor's white coat and knelt down on the ground, begging the doctor to try again and rescue him again. Maybe he could still be saved.Finally, after the doctor apologized again and walked in the opposite direction of the operating room, the family members of the patient began to cry heart-piercingly...

Coincidentally, on this day, the same "scene" was performed again, but this time there was no photography, no director, no audience, and there were only poor people "in the play".Is this "life is like a play"?Or do you say "drama is like life"?

The wheels of the flat bed rolled on the ground with a heavy sound. It seemed that what was lying on it was not a person, but a stone statue, a dead, cold stone statue that weighed a thousand catties, although the person on the bed was no longer different from the stone statue.

The flat bed and the white cloth make the person on the bed look particularly slender and slender, and Song Yao knew that it was Mu Cheng just by looking at the outline of his figure, even though he who was motionless at the moment was so different from the usual lively and sunny one.He even thought that Mu Cheng on the bed was teasing him, so he held back his breath, then he suddenly blew off the white cloth and raised his eyebrows at him while he was unprepared, and told him with a grin: "I am teasing you, are you scared? Haha Haha! Silly Yao!"

So Song Yao stretched out his hand out of nowhere, looking at the looming outline of the face, heh, the bridge of the nose is not straight, but he can still see clearly.Song Yao accurately pinched Mu Cheng's nose, and when he touched the cold nose, his hands trembled a bit, but he was still thinking: "See how long you can hold it! Childish! This kind of game is not good at all. Fun!"

1 minute, 2 minutes, 3 minutes...

The pinnacle of suffering is peace.

Mu Tianchang could see that Song Yao was waiting for the moment when Mu Cheng couldn't hold back his fox tail.When Song Yao couldn't wait anymore and stretched out his hand to lift the white cloth, Mu Tianchang couldn't stand it anymore, and reached out to grab Song Yao's hand. Obviously there was no force, but the joints were white and the veins were bulging.He is afraid, he is afraid that his young and handsome son under the white cloth will become unrecognizable, he is afraid that his wife who is over fifty years old and himself will be in pain, and he is afraid that the young man in front of him will have a mental breakdown.

Song Yao turned his head and looked at Mu Tianchang with begging eyes, his voice was hoarse and pale: "Uncle, I... just take a look, just take a look..." Li Xin on the side was already sobbing, and stretched out his hands to hold Mu Tianchang Mu Tianchang let go of his wrist.

Song Yao lifted the white cloth, Li Xin threw himself into Mu Tianchang's arms after only one glance, crying hoarsely, Mu Tianchang hugged his wife tightly, buried his head in his wife's neck, and bowed like a wounded lion. Roaring.

Song Yao looked at Mu Cheng tenderly, his eyes were watery.

Mu Cheng didn't change his face beyond recognition, but blood flowed from his mouth and nasal cavity, and there was some dust on his face.Song Yao smiled foolishly with tears in his eyes, then wiped Mu Cheng's blood with his shirt sleeve, straightened Mu Cheng's hair with his hands, and wiped the dust off Mu Cheng's forehead with his thumb.

"Look at you, you're like a child, you're so dirty, you don't look like an adult... You used to be spotlessly clean, although you're still a bit sloppy, but at least you still remember to wash your face and brush your teeth. I won't make myself so dirty... It's time to cut my hair again..." As he spoke, Song Yao involuntarily knelt down beside the bed, resting his head on Mu Cheng's chest.

He knelt down on Mu Cheng's cold body like this, and after lying down for a while, he suddenly got up in surprise as if he heard Mu Cheng's heartbeat. "Hey, Mu Cheng, it's funny to tell you something. When I passed the square yesterday afternoon, I saw a boy holding up his mobile phone and taking a small video. Then he patted the shoulder of the person walking in front and said "Miss Sister, Miss Sister, do you have a boyfriend?" As a result, the legendary "Miss Sister" turned around and gave him a beating, and kept cursing "Miss Sister! Who are you calling Miss Sister?" Your whole family is young lady! Make you young lady! Let you young lady! Try calling young lady again!’ It turned out to be a man! The boy instantly petrified, watching the man beat and kicked without moving... ..."

Seeing that Mu Cheng didn't respond after speaking, Song Yao raised his hand to wipe away the tears that had filled his entire cheeks, and let out a choked up laugh: "Hahaha...it's funny, isn't it? You are smiling... Didn't you think it was funny yesterday? Why don't you laugh now? Let me say it's not funny, you still don't believe it... Don't you laugh too? What's so funny? It's not funny in the first place ...It's quite boring..."

Mu Tianchang and Li Xin couldn't stand it any longer, and leaned over to pull Song Yao.Song Yao struggled to break free and rushed forward, holding Mu Cheng's face with trembling hands like a fragile baby, choked up and unable to speak, only the sound of "woo woo" in his throat.

Seeing that Mu Tianchang and his wife couldn't bear to pull Song Yao away again, the doctor winked and asked another doctor to work with him to drag him away.

Song Yao sat paralyzed on the ground, watching the nurse push that bed, that person to the elevator, to the morgue, to another world.

"According to news reporters, at 17:44 this afternoon, a black Santana lost control and rushed into the sidewalk on Renmin Middle Road, City A, hit a pedestrian and then hit a roadside tree and stopped. The reporter said that this was an accident. The accident caused 5 One person was injured and has been sent to the hospital for treatment. The driver who caused the accident was controlled by the police on the spot, and the cause of the accident is under investigation..."

Mu Cheng was one of those five people.And now, he's a member of the morgue.

"According to the surveillance video at the entrance of the supermarket, at 17:43 yesterday afternoon, the victim, Mr. Mu, was knocked down and crushed by a black Santana that ran out of control and rushed into the sidewalk as soon as he came out of the supermarket. Our team received a report Immediately rushed to the scene, rescued the injured and controlled the perpetrator, but unfortunately... The driver who caused the accident was determined to be a drunk driver after an alcohol test, and is now in detention. He admits the fact of his drunk driving and is willing to bear all the funeral expenses of Mr. Mu And compensation for the loss of his family..."

The day after Mu Cheng died.Song Yao was outside the police station, and Mu Tianchang and his wife were inside the police station. Song Yao could hear every word.

"According to the news from the No.1 civilian hospital obtained by the reporter, among the five injured in the Santana collision incident on Jiefang Middle Road yesterday afternoon, three were discharged from the hospital with minor injuries, one was seriously injured but is now out of danger, and one died after rescue failed. It's a pity...the driver who caused the accident has been detained, suspected of drunk driving..."

The innocuous news broadcast makes it impossible for people in pain to hide. There is TV everywhere, and sadness everywhere.The voice broadcast by the host from the hospital ward penetrated through the layers of reinforced concrete and reached the ears of the people who took Mu Cheng to the funeral home on the basement floor.It was so jarring.

"According to our reporter's report, new progress has been made in the incident of Santana's collision on Jiefang Middle Road on March 3. The driver Yuan admitted to the fact of drinking and driving during his detention and expressed his willingness to bear all the victims' medical expenses, funeral expenses and other losses. The driver’s license will be revoked and a fine of 5 yuan will be imposed. Driving with a glass of wine will bring tears to the family members. The host hereby reminds all friends who drive, don’t drink and drive, and don’t drink while driving…”

Song Yao thought, what kind of feeling does cremation feel, does it hurt?Could it be that Mu Cheng felt the pain and woke up from the pain?Will Mu Cheng's heart that loves him so much be reluctant to part with him when he is cremated?Will his eyes that once looked at him affectionately look at him again?His soft lips... By the way, why did I forget to ask Mu Cheng for another kiss?Mu Cheng already owed him good morning kisses and good night kisses for several days, why did he forget to ask for them all at once?

"According to a reporter's report, a young man injured a security guard at the entrance of subway B of the Cultural Square in City A today and pushed him off the elevator. The security guard Li said that he did not know the man. Now the man has been arrested by the public security department. Disturbing public order and intentionally wounding and detaining..."

When Mu Cheng went to the funeral, Mu Tianchang and his wife became old in just a few days. Song Yao, wearing a black suit and holding the black and white photo of Mu Cheng with a bright smile, staggered like a centenarian.But he is very happy today, because this is Mu Cheng's funeral and also their wedding.He thought, the way he hugged Mu Cheng's portrait was like a bridegroom hugging his bride. Unfortunately, other grooms hugging their bride is entering the palace of marriage, but he hugging the groom is entering the grave of death.But he told himself, it doesn't matter, they don't need to enter the palace of marriage, because they have been in the palace of love and never left.

"According to our reporter's report..."

The news is always reporting new things, because the days move forward and new things happen every day.And after-dinner conversation is like vegetables and fruits, people always like to pick fresh ones.As for Mu Cheng and the Santana collision incident, they were abandoned and deteriorated commodities. Pick them up and put them in the bag, and take them out to bask in the sun and wipe the dust every once in a while, until they rot into something called memory.

Is it sunny, is it overcast?No, even the day of Mu Cheng's funeral was sunny, but why did Song Yao think it was sunny?He doesn't know either.He didn't throw away any of Mu Cheng's things, not because he was reluctant, but as long as one of those things was missing, Song Yao would be reminded that Mu Cheng had lost it.

The traffic police called again to inform Song Yao to bring valid documents to the Renmin Middle Road traffic police detachment to retrieve Mu Cheng's belongings.

Song Yao looked at the things on the table in the reception room - mobile phone, wallet, and a supermarket eco-bag.In the bag are his favorite fruits, his favorite snacks, and two sealed raw steaks. The steaks fried by Mu Cheng are the best he has ever eaten in this world.And a box of dog food and a dog chew...

"When I come back, I'll cook something delicious for you..."

Song Yao held the bag in his arms and left the gate of the traffic police detachment. The hand holding the bottom of the bag touched a hard lump, which was solidified blood. Mu Cheng's...

Song Yao, who could no longer hold back his tears, hurriedly got into the car, opened the environmental protection bag, took out an apple, and tore open a pack of snacks.Regardless of the medicine stains on the apple and the uncleanness of his hands that had just touched the old blood, he grabbed a handful of potato chips and stuffed them into his mouth. A small mouth, raw pain.

He ate mouthful after mouthful until he felt sick in his throat, and then Song Yao lay down on the steering wheel and cried.

It was already past seven o'clock in the evening when I got home, Song Yao didn't do anything, but felt physically and mentally exhausted.Despondently, he picked up Mu Cheng's cell phone that had been turned off, plugged it in, and turned it on.He shook his head and smiled—the lock screen was still the picture of him sleeping, and he couldn't remember when Mu Cheng secretly took it, so it turned out that he had been using it all the time.

Not only that, but this person is always so lazy and doesn't have a password for the lock screen. Is it for the convenience of checking posts?Swipe up with your fingertips to enter the call history interface.The last call was made to "wife".

Open the detailed information, that is Song Yao's number... The contact person's profile picture is a cover photo of a marriage certificate. Song Yao clicks on the contact profile picture, opens it as an album, and finds that it is an album named after "Sex Addict". There are all their photos, Song Yao's, Mu Cheng's, theirs, and the cover photo of the marriage certificate, and inside...the inside is...Mu Cheng and him...

Song Yao laughed out loud with a "chi" and burst into tears.This idiot actually made two marriage certificates by himself, and even put a photo of their formal clothes together and changed them to a red background. He didn't even know where to get an official seal on them...

It turns out that these are the "everything" already in Mu Cheng's sentence "Everything is ready, only Dongfeng owes it", so what is "Dongfeng"?

"Mu Cheng, you fool, do you think you can stamp/seal/apply/certify illegally because you are a student of design? You self-righteous guy... I didn't even agree to get the certificate behind my back. I don't admit it... unless Come back and explain it to me..." Song Yao sat paralyzed in the corner, muttering, and slowly fell asleep.

The author has something to say:

I always thought car accident memes were so low, earthy and old-fashioned, vulgar!But the reference to the car accident was a scene that touched my heart that I saw before, that is, a car rushed to the door of the supermarket, knocked a mother who finished shopping to the ground, and the child behind the mother was holding a row of yogurt While crying, I picked up the rolled oranges back into the bag...

I have to say that writing about car accidents in novels is really easy to cause readers' visual fatigue, but this kind of thing happens every day, and most of the time it's just a second, and it will leave many people with nothing, including their lives.So, cherish life and travel safely... Hahaha, what the hell?I died laughing at my sudden slogan, although I am serious...