My seven-year itch with my guard boyfriend

"Da Shen'er, Da Shen'er!"

I seem to have had a long, long dream.When I was called out by the idiot in the lower bunk who called me aunt all the time, I was in a daze.

The turtle grandson in my lower bunk is called Lu Haipeng. With a big greasy face and messy hair hanging on the ladder, Lao Lu stretched his neck and looked at me for a long time, frowned and pulled me: "What's the matter with you?" Son, are you uncomfortable?"

I was stunned for a while, then wiped my face: "It's okay, I didn't sleep well last night, I had a wild dream all night."

He groaned and climbed down: "Then you pack up quickly, it's almost 06:30."

I was still sitting on the bed in a daze, still not getting out of a dream that was so grotesque and so real.

Everything that was so real and vivid in the dream quickly blurred after waking up. It seems that I have experienced a long time with a person and experienced countless wind and rain, but I can hardly remember the appearance of this person. I even I completely forgot this person's name, but my heart was empty, as if it was once filled with a steady flow of love and unforgettable lovesickness.

Lao Lu howled below his head with his toothbrush in his mouth: "Why are you in a daze? Hurry up or you'll be late!"

In the morning of high school, everyone was in a daze, and Lao Lu didn’t notice that I was abnormal. He sat behind me, lowered his head, took a bite of the burrito, took a bite of potato shreds in his mouth, and complained: “Why is this burrito so sweet today. "

He took another bite and said, "It's delicious."

His tablemate: "..."

After eating three mouthfuls, he lowered his head and took out a Chinese exercise book for a long time, and poked his deskmate: "Have you written your Chinese homework? Take it out and let me copy it."

He was writing at the same table: "Fuck me, why the hell do I have Chinese homework? I haven't even finished physics."

Lao Lu sighed: "I counted raising a son like you for nothing."

He yelled at me: "Shen'er."

I said, "I didn't write it."

He clicked his tongue and stopped struggling to make up his homework. He sipped a cup of soy milk and leaned back with his legs crossed, and said, "If you didn't write it, you didn't write it. Anyway, few people write it. Besides, your Chinese is so good. You can use it." Do you need to write? Why are you speaking so sadly?"

He leaned over and opened his mouth to smell the strong smell of soy milk: "What's the matter with you today? Tell me about it to make brothers happy."

I hesitated for a long time, and finally decided to talk to him: "Do you believe in metaphysics?"

He said: "Believe it, I forwarded Yang Chaoyue today, what's wrong?"

I said: "... I seem to have forgotten someone suddenly, and I seem to have finally remembered someone..."

"...Are you composing poetry with me?"

I was speechless. I couldn't explain such a metaphysical thing to such a rough person like Lao Lu, so I had to say: "Forget it, go drink your soy milk."

He cut it and sat back: "If you don't want to say it, forget it, hey, I heard that our class is going to have a transfer student today, right?

I said, "How do I know, which school did I transfer from?"

"Experiment, I don't know too well."

Lao Lu's deskmate was able to write like a god, and he was able to raise his head and interject a sentence in his busy schedule: "It's from an experiment? Awesome."

Lao Lu said hi: "Who says it's not. What is early self-study?"

I said: "Language."

Before the word "I" landed, our teacher stepped on the morning class bell and came in. I raised my head and glanced forward, and froze in place for a moment as if struck by lightning.

The rushing river connects the previous life, the howling mountain wind pierces through time and space, dreams and reality overlap slowly in an unbelievable way, fragments of memory come one after another——

Car accidents, ancestral halls, landscapes in the southwest, red candle wedding tents...and that handsome man.

And that person is now wearing a brand new school uniform, standing at the door refreshingly, his back is as straight as a pine and cypress, his expression is indifferent, he is clearly a shabby young man.

But that was originally my lover who was as tough as a mountain and as steep as a sword.

My mind went blank, watching our class teacher introduce him with his mouth opening and closing, he nodded a little awkwardly, bowed to everyone, and then walked towards the empty seat next to me amidst applause.

He bent down and put his schoolbag on the ground, then sat next to me.

I slowly turned to him, and it took me a long time to find my tongue, and I said: "... hello."

He nodded and replied briefly: "Hello."

I said, "Have I met you somewhere?"

He froze for a moment and said, "Where?"

I said: "...in a dream."

he:"……"

Old Lu couldn't bear to look straight at me, covered my mouth from behind, and said to Jianqiu: "Student, please ignore him, he put his head and butt upside down again today."

Jianqiu pursed his lips in embarrassment and smiled politely. He put the books and workbooks on the table and began to preview, and ignored me.

My phone vibrated, and I saw that it was a WeChat message from Lao Lu.

He sent me an emoji of "what's the matter with you, little brother" and asked me: "What's the situation?????? Did you like it??"

I secretly replied to him: "I have definitely seen him, I remember him."

He answered me with a black question mark: "If you've seen it, you've seen it. This small broken city is not as big as three bedrooms and one living room. I think his face is familiar. Why were you so disgusting just now? Be reserved."

I thought for a while while holding the phone, and replied to him: "Well, I like it."

He paused: "Then you go on."

I said: "He is my lover in a previous life."

He: "I can't see it, my son, the married son's shit, daddy has nothing to tell you, remember to keep Ma Yinglong and Kaisailu at home."

I fucked in a low voice and replied to him: "I won't chat with you anymore, I love learning."

I stuffed my phone back into the table, imitating Jian Qiu's appearance, and five of them took out the books and workbooks. They tilted their heads, propped their heads on one hand, and secretly glanced at him from the corner of the eye. The young man straightened his back, His hair is fluffy, his school uniform and shoes are clean, his side face is pretty and his eyes are focused, like the clear morning sun, like a white shirt with the smell of washing powder, like freshly trimmed grass and trees, like in June The rare good weather is like my dream of fate and the dream of meeting once in a while.

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Recently, the third dimension has been so busy that it is delirious, and the update will slow down...but it will not be cheated.

A lot of cuties asked me for Weibo, and I searched for "Wang Sun He Xu" on Weibo, and it was me. The original Weibo couldn't use emmm because there were too many three-dimensional contacts, so I registered a new one, come and play with me~