between men

Then he covered my mouth, "Chew it slowly, and then swallow it." He said, "Otherwise I won't let go."

I admit, I hated him at that moment, I don't like meat by nature, but I don't hate all meat, I like the kind of meat that is grilled and fried into jerky, and that kind of meat doesn't make me sick.

And now, I'm staring at him savagely, the piece of meat he's put in my mouth makes a gush in my throat, I try to move his hand away but he pushes me against the wall, With a sharper look than mine, he said, "Swallow it."

The fluorescent light was flickering more and more fiercely. I looked away from him, and then slowly chewed the piece of meat in my mouth. At this moment, I suddenly felt that there was still hair on the piece of meat that hadn’t been shaved. I suddenly I stopped, and the feeling of nausea that surged up was extremely strong. I shook my head quickly at him, and he let go of his hand. I threw myself on top of the trash can next to the bed, and then spit it out.

"I hate you." I said to him lying on the bed, he patted my back and laughed softly, and then laughed louder and louder, I looked back in wonder, and found that he was laughing like crazy.

"What's the matter?" I said to him, wondering if I was crazy?

He laughed and coughed a few times, then waved his hands, "It's the first time I've seen someone who can still vomit out after eating meat," he said, "It seems that you will vomit many times in the future."

I didn't understand what he meant, he jumped down and picked up the mop behind the door to tidy up the floor, then he threw the lunch box into the trash can, and then he lifted the plastic bag out of the trash can , and threw it outside the iron gate.

There was a constant sound of disgust all around.

"Is your kid pregnant?" A voice rang out loudly from the left, and everyone around laughed, Feng replied: "I bet you must have vomited more when you were pregnant."

I picked up the pillow on the bed and threw it at it. Feng smiled and flashed over. The surrounding voices stopped, except for a few disgusting words occasionally.

"Everyone's vomit is like that," Feng said. "Your vomit is just a little bit more stinky."

I gave him a blank look, and then he climbed up and sat next to me, "You're out of dinner," he said, "I bet you can't even have breakfast because you can't get up."

"Hey!" I yelled, "do I look lazy?"

He raised his eyebrows, "I'll know by tomorrow morning," he said, "I won't call you, but I will call every morning."

"Why is it like a school?" I muttered, "This place is like a metal box. Those in uniform are afraid that someone will escape?"

"Do you want to escape?" he asked, "with me."

I glanced at him with a smile, "Are you kidding me?"

He didn't answer, but stared at me in a way I couldn't describe, and after a few seconds, I realized he wasn't joking.

"If you run, I'll hold you back." I said looking him in the eyes.This is the truth, I can only drag oil bottles everywhere, I can't even mend my own clothes, every time the clothes are rotten, those nurses take them away.

He shook his head and said, "I swear you won't hold me back."

At this moment, I suddenly realized something, I looked up at him, "Are you really planning to run away?"

Well, that's bullshit, and he obviously thinks so too.He touched my head with a smile and said, "You are really confused."

I slapped his hand away, and the increasingly flickering fluorescent lamp suddenly went out with a snap, and the surroundings were suddenly dark.

"I'm sleeping," I said with my head down, and then I jumped off the upper bunk. He seemed a little strange, "What are you doing? I smashed the wooden boards of the lower bunk and left three pieces. Are you a legend? A martial arts master in the middle?"

I gave him a blank look in the dark, and I didn't know if he saw it. I pulled out the quilt from the lower bunk and threw it on the ground, then got in.

"I have nightmares at night," I said. "I slept in a very low bed in the orphanage because I woke up almost every morning to find myself lying on the floor."

He poked his head out from the top bunk, "Why?"

"Because I have the same nightmare every night," I said, "and you better not ask me about it."

This nightmare is real, since I was kicked out by my family, I will have this same dream every night, except when I am very tired, it will not appear.My dad keeps showing up in nightmares, he walks up to me with an axe, yelling that I killed my mom, I'm a monster.Then I would run back, but he was always faster than me. When he threw me on the ground, he would raise the ax in his hand high, and then slam it down on my head.I always open my eyes at this moment and find myself falling to the floor.

At this time Feng also pulled the quilt and jumped down. I shrank in the quilt and didn't know it. When I stuck my head out of the quilt because of panting, I was shocked by him, because he was looking at me with wide eyes.

"What are you doing down here?" I asked him, and he shrugged and said, "Can't sleep, and the floor is cold."

I stared at him for a while, and his pupils changed slightly in the dark, as if they were getting smaller. I sighed in my heart, thinking that foreigners are really cats, even a mixed race. .

"What are you looking at?" He asked after noticing my gaze, I blinked, said nothing, and shrank back into the quilt again.A few minutes later I heard him move outside, seem to turn around, so I stuck my head out and found him still facing me, like he knew I was going to stick my head out.

"Can I ask you a question?" I said to him, and he looked at the ceiling, as if thinking about something, and then he said to me, "Yes, you can ask."

"Why are you so nice to me?"

When I asked this sentence, I didn't even know it myself, it just blurted out like that.Feng froze for a moment, then he smiled and said, "Why do you ask such a question?"

I turned my eyes to the ceiling, then stared at the ceiling and replied, "We've only known each other for a day," I said, "Either you are the most caring bear in the world, or you have other plans. Nothing, are you the legendary love bear?"

He moved closer to me, "Do you think I'm a bad guy?" he asked.

I shook my head and said, "I can't tell."

Then I went on to say, "No one would ever talk to a guy who's withdrawn, weird, shut off, I'm mean sometimes, and my best thing is being cold, so why are you talking to me?  … at the beginning when."

"Your question is harsh enough," he said with raised eyebrows, "I don't know, but this place is so small, I don't have the realm of seeing everything as transparent, and you looked a little afraid of me at the time. "

"I just can't be in the same place with someone," I said, "I hate talking."

"So it looks like you said the most in your life today," he returned with a smile, "but I bet you'll talk more in the future, because you need someone to listen to you."

"No one will listen to me," I said blankly, "I'm like a five-legged frog, I... I'm really going to sleep, good night."

After I finished speaking, I buried my head in the quilt again, and then closed my eyes. Feng didn't speak again, and after a while, I fell into a deep sleep.

The night started off a bit calmer, and then in the middle of the night the nightmare came again, but this time it was different.

I stood on a hillside full of green grass, and there was a grave at the top of the hillside. I walked over to have a look and found that my father's name was written on it. out and pulled me down.

I yelled and fell, and then the speed of my fall gradually slowed down, and finally I actually walked in mid-air.It was pitch black below, and just when I didn't know whether to go up or down, my body shook suddenly, and then I fell to the ground. When I stood up and looked, I found that I was standing in front of the house, and my father was lying on the ground. He was on a drip on the bed, and his heart was always bad.

I walked forward, he became excited when he saw me, he struggled to get up, holding an ax in his hand, as soon as I saw something wrong, he ran back in a hurry, he chased after me with the ax, "you Not my son," he yelled, "you killed my wife, and now you're killing me, you're a damned man, you deserve hell, you're a bastard!"

I continued to run, and then I tripped over something under my feet, and I fell down immediately. When I looked back, he had already chased after me, and the ax was raised high.

I crawled back desperately, but my body didn't move. It seemed that someone was holding me down, and my feet kicked in vain.

The ax slammed down, I yelled no, then my eyes opened, and a voice whispered in my ear, "It's okay, it's okay..."

I moved a bit, and then found that he hugged me, I moved hard, and he came back to his senses, but he didn't intend to let me go.

"I'm awake," I said to him, and all of a sudden my nose became sour, and my tears just fell like that.

"My dad was nice to me in the beginning," I said through tears, "he gave me faith, he took me to Catholic church a lot, he made me believe in God, I loved the cross he gave me, It was a piece of gold and I threw it away after he died because he said I would go to hell because he said I couldn't go to heaven