between men

Afterwards, I sat on the chair, and the dizziness in my head was shaken away. A few minutes later, two people walked in. As soon as I saw their shapes, I said to them: "It's not comfortable to put two bamboo poles together. Unless you become thinner and become chopsticks, only the person on top will eat fatter, now, get out."

The two guys hadn't sat down yet, but they still went out blushing. After a few minutes, two more people came in. I couldn't see anything from the surface, so they sat on the chairs, and then the one on the right People say, "He cries every time he has an orgasm."

I laughed out loud, and the man said again: "And he still doesn't know."

I looked at the guy on the left, who sat awkwardly but didn't say a word, and I said to him, "Look at me."

He raised his head and glanced at me, his eyes seemed to be avoiding something, so I turned my eyes to the man on the right, "You can divide, he is crying because you remind him of something or someone, so he cries i think he used to lay down there some guy died for no reason while fucking him he loves him so he cries when he climbs on you he cries himself Why won't he die, he hates himself for not being like him."

……

The scene became extremely embarrassing, I glanced at the two of them, and finally the person on the left left suddenly, the person on the right paused, and then ran out in a hurry.

"Next pair." I shouted at the top of my voice.

Mrs. Rachel and James came in, I paused, and then hurriedly lay down on the table.

"You've got to go," James said. "Rachael's been in touch with the lunatic, and she'll tell him where you've been. It's not safe, and you're not disabled."

I took one look at Mrs. Rachel and thought that this morning would never have happened if I hadn't run around, but that's an idiotic idea, who would have thought that man would be on the third floor and didn't look like a Badass, if that faucet doesn't break...

All of a sudden, I felt that it wasn't that it was unsafe here, but that I was not safe. I have been here for so long, and things happened one by one, and they were all unlucky things. This is my own problem, and I can't blame it. Anyone, I can only cause her troubles by staying here, and she doesn't have to bear these, because this is her house.

Of course, I can't say these words, because she will kill me.

"I don't want to leave you," I said to him, "I'm the only one safe, truth be told."

He shook his hand, "No one is safe. In this world, the most dangerous person is yourself."

Well, this is the truth again, like some TV characters I know, he bursts out a true and cruel philosophy of life from time to time. According to his words, the most dangerous guy is indeed ourselves.

but……

"It's a little sudden, isn't it?" I asked them. "It's just one thing. If one person is dangerous, it doesn't mean everyone is dangerous. This is a surprise attack... Are you hiding something from me?"

They shook their heads hastily: "No, no, absolutely not..."

I frowned, there must be something wrong with them, when I suddenly heard the so-called blind date event, thinking that if there was no morphine thing, I should have met James that night, Mrs. Rachel looked like Already drunk, and those blind dates are a bit strange... Is this their intention?The purpose is to let me know James?

There was a sudden flash in my head, as if thinking of something, I asked uncertainly, "What happened to Feng?"

Their smiling faces froze for a moment, and then Mrs. Rachel fiddled with her sleeves again. James glanced at her, and then took out a photo from his pocket. He was about to say something, Mrs. Rachel Quickly snatching the photo away, I stood up and stretched out my hand: "Give it to me, please, I need to know what happened."

Mrs. Rachel picked up the photo and walked out, I hurriedly grabbed her clothes, she walked hard, I was dragged half a table by her, and then she stopped.

"Well, he's dead." Mrs. Rachel said loudly, she was a little emotional, "He's dead, you played CS when you were on the border, right? He was shot in the heart by a sniper rifle, he... …he died."

It seemed to be a joke, but it didn't look like it from Mrs. Rachel's expression. I stared at the photo in her hand. James snatched it up and threw it on the table. I picked it up quickly.

This is him...

I remember his eyes, green, I remember his name, gold...

What's interesting is that I didn't have any emotions after seeing it. I was neither sad, nor crying, nor angry, nor hysterical. I just held that photo and looked at it. Opened, his chest was covered in blood, and the green was congealed in his eyes.

"Hey," James patted me on the shoulder, and I looked up, "What's up?"

He didn't know what to say, maybe he thought I would cry a lot, or just shed a little tear, but I didn't show any expression, after a while I smiled and said to him: "Where are we going?"

And then I stared at him and laughed like crazy, I sat on my chair laughing, I took that picture and said, "Look! He's just laying there, how funny that is, he can't get up ,Hahaha……"

"He can't get up!" I laughed and patted the table, they both looked at me and didn't know what to say.

I kept repeating that, and James laughed after a while, and then Mrs. Rachel laughed too, and I put the picture on the table, and Mrs. Rachel pointed to it and said, "Look His nose is ridiculously crooked, like someone stepped on it, hahahaha..."

"And his hair," I said laughing, pointing at the photo, "like a bird's nest! Hahaha...he's bleeding non-stop, hahaha..."

Hahahaha...

James stopped laughing and laughing, and Mrs. Rachel and I were the only ones in the room laughing. We didn't know how long we laughed. Finally, I coughed a few times, and blood flowed from the corner of my mouth. I moved my throat, and then Pointing at him again, he laughed.

"He's dead!" I said loudly. "He's dead! He can't get up! He..."

he died……

This is not fantasy, I said in my heart, the author is not writing the myth of the tower, so he can't bring people back from the dead, and he is not writing the resistance of the strange world, so he can't let Feng's soul appear in mid-air, because I can't see him.

The surroundings suddenly fell silent, and I picked up the photo with some trembling. There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, his eyes were open, and his pale green pupils were staring blankly at the front.

"Can I walk now?" I said to James. "If I look at this picture again, I will fall down the hallway, and I will be paralyzed by then."

He looked me in the eye for a moment, then said, "Are you all right?"

"Don't fucking ask me if I'm okay!" I suddenly yelled, "I'm okay! Because I'm alive! I'm okay because he's gone forever, and I hate him, so I'm okay! I'm okay! Because he's dead! He's as nasty as a fly, he's flying around a filthy sewer mouth around a sleek egg, he's disgusting, and now he's dead, I'm glad I'm okay because I want him To hell, though he has no faith!"

I wiped my nose and there seemed to be something there.

"Can we go?"

James glanced at Mrs. Rachel, her eyes were already red, I don't know if her relationship with Feng is as simple as Feng said, she nodded, and suddenly came over and hugged me, " There are five stages of grief on TV," she said, "I'm glad you're angry, and when you've accepted it, I can't wait to get you back, even if it blows up James' mansion. To do this... Although he doesn't have a villa, he is a poor man."

She hugged me so tightly that I was out of breath. She continued: "You are like my son, although you are not as handsome as him. What I want to tell you is that James was only 15 years old when he died. It is impossible for old James to be with you." He's in bed, so you can stay with him without worrying, of course, I didn't mean the bed."

James coughed, and then I suddenly thought of a question, I asked him: "If Feng is dead, why should I go with you?"

The question stunned them both. Mrs. Rachel smiled at James for a while, and James touched his head. He said, "Although I don't have brown eyes, I will grow a full face." Beard, as long as you don't find it too prickly."

"I won't… share a bed with you," I stared at him and said, "It's no use if you grow a beard because it's like a dream, I mean it's too fast, I can't trust anyone right now."

I stopped looking into his eyes after I finished speaking, which is kind of funny because I still feel unreal, and then he came up to me and I was taken aback by him.

"It doesn't matter," he said, "I don't need a second person by my pillow anyway."

He only drove the car over the next day because he thought I should finish the ten bottles of medicine by the bed, otherwise I would be in trouble if I vomited on the road. I asked him how far it was, and he said it was not far. , in another city, just over five hours away by car.

Mrs. Rachel put a golden cross in my hand as I was leaving. I thought it was strange because I didn't seem to tell her that I liked the golden cross.