Horse Racing Girl: Please call me sir

Ling Chuanjie and Zhang Xu had almost drank more than a dozen bottles of wine, of course not the bottled kind, just the canned kind.

Sir Liu drank the bottle he drank from the beginning, and he has not finished it yet.

"By the way...when...when did you start smoking and drinking?"

Ling Chuanjie asked a little drunkenly.

"My family is very strict! You can only drink when you are 20 years old..."

Zhang Xu was also drunk and couldn't speak clearly.

"As for me, the first time was probably 14."

"what?"

Sir Liu took a sip of wine.

"It was my uncle's birthday at that time, and my mother mixed iced black tea with foreign wine and gave me some to drink."

"Then I drank more and more, and finally I got so drunk that I ran out shirtless and acted like a drunk, and I couldn't stop me."

"Hahahahahahaha, this is the first time I know about this embarrassing thing about you!"

While chatting, Sir Liu also remembered the night when he was 14 years old. He took a bath towel and said it was his top, and then ran out and shouted

【I want to fly! 】

Now when I think about that embarrassing incident, I no longer feel embarrassed. Instead, I miss the carefreeness at that time.

"What do you think love is?"

Liu Sir looked at Zhang Xu who was asking the question, and estimated that national affairs and the survival of mankind would soon be involved.

"...People who love each other...will care about each other! They won't care about the other half's family affairs...the other half's illness..."

Lingchuansuke raised the bottle and said with a blushing face.

"I think! Love is when two people... comfort each other! Heal... each other!

Zhang Xu also raised his wine bottle and said in a loud voice.

After both expressed their opinions, they both turned back to look at Sir Liu.

Looking at the two of them, Liu Sir had to speak.

"The two of them must have compatible souls."

"and then?"

"there is none left."

"That's it!" x2

Sir Liu looked at the two of them without saying anything. The matching soul sounds simple, but if you really want to find a soul with the same grooves, that is the real difficulty.

Even if two people's souls are perfectly compatible but one of them's soul cannot attract the other, they still can't get together.

He doesn't want his partners to change, so he feels that either he won't talk about it, or he will only talk to one person in his life and accompany the other person to the grave.

Although pursuing the soul may sound like pretentiousness, in fact there are not a few people who pursue the soul.

"Oh! Let's not talk about love and love anymore!"

Zhang Xu slapped the table.

"In ancient times, there was a sworn sworn alliance between Liu, Guan, and Zhang Dan. How about we have a sworn alliance between Liu Jie and Zhang San today!"

"it is good!"

"...I'm free to do whatever I want."

"Okay! How old are you this year?"

"23!"

"I'm 24! Where is Sir Liu?"

"22."

Zhang Xu was a little confused and looked at Sir Liu.

"You just graduated from college?"

"Um."

"Okay! I will be the eldest brother! Jie is the second brother! Sir Liu, you will be the third brother!"

Zhang Xu took out his mobile phone and found a photo of Mr. Guan.

He put his mobile phone in front of the coffee table. Since there was no incense, Zhang Xu asked one person to get a skewer and the three of them knelt in front of Guan Gong's photo.

"Me! Zhang Xu!"

"Me! Lingchuansuke!"

"…I, Liu▇▇."

"There are three of us today! We don't want to be born in the same year, the same month and the same day, but we want to die in the same year, the same month and the same day!"

Seeing Ling Chuanjie and Zhang Xu bending down with barbecue skewers, Liu Sir was a little helpless but he also followed suit in order to cooperate with them.

"Second brother! Third brother!"

"Big brother! Third brother!"

"...eldest brother, second brother."

"Hahahahahahaha come on!"

The two of them picked up a new can of beer and drank half of it in one gulp.

Sir Liu picked up the cup he had been drinking from beginning to end and drank it all.

After the sworn vows, Zhang Xu and Ling Chuanjie hugged each other and continued to laugh and drink.

Sir Liu stood on the balcony and stayed with Bruce and Dahuang.

Liu Sir didn't care whether the floor was dirty or not. He sat down directly, and Dahuang came over and climbed on his lap.

Bruce put his front paws on Sir Liu's shoulders, leaned against Sir Liu and shook his tongue.

"Woof woof woof! Woof woof woof! (Sir Liu, save me! I don't want to be sterilized!)"

"Wow. (Jue.)"

"What Bruce you want sterilized?"

"Woof woof woof! Woof woof woof woof! (I*you*, you! You TM************)"

"You will get less sick if you are sterilized."

"Woof woof woof! Woof woof woof woof! (Lin Bei knows! But how the hell do you want me to look majestic in front of a little bitch in the future!)"

"Woof. (pervert)"

"Woof woof woof! (I am a pervert and I am proud!)"

After patting the heads of the two dogs, Sir Liu stood up and looked back at the two people who were fisting and drinking in the living room. He realized that his bed would not be his again tonight.

He took out the bonus group from his bag, and then took out the one or two piece lighter from his pants bag and lit Xiaohong on fire.

He took off his glasses and looked at the teaching building in the night.

Can't see clearly at all.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and Sir Liu turned his head and looked at his arms.

Thinking of the love we just talked about, Sir Liu couldn't help but think of that delicate blue rose.

Shaking his head and cursing himself inwardly again, Sir Liu took a deep breath of Liqun.

He puffed out a large puff of cigarette with some relief and looked at the bonus group in his hand.

"It would be nice to have Xiaohong."

My feelings for Mi Yu can only be described as liking, not love. I have not touched her clear soul.

And Miyu is not necessarily his own Safina.

He couldn't ensure that their souls would be completely compatible.

Because I didn't fully touch Mi Yu's soul.

The cold wind at night blew on Sir Liu and blew the smoke to the balcony window.

I remember there is a saying that thinking about the other person all the time means loving the other person.

Perhaps this statement applies to most people, but Sir Liu feels that it does not include him.

Because he is used to caring about everyone, the complicated thoughts he has now about Mi Yu may just be that he has found a lot in common with her.

Subconsciously, I think both of them have similar soul shapes.

Although I have seen Mi Yu look happy, sad, and helpless.

But does this mean that he has truly touched her soul?

Moreover, in this fast-paced era, love that begins only on a whim can generally only last two to three years.

He doesn't want to be like most people and have a fast-food love in this fast-paced era.

He hopes it will last longer.

What he values ​​​​is not the excitement and excitement when two people fall in love, what he values ​​​​is the long-term mutual companionship in the future.

Moreover, Mi Yu's soul essence is not like her own. She has the courage and strength to face her weak self.

And all that is revealed in the bones of his soul is the unhappiness left over from his childhood.

The vast Tereson College was blurry in Sir Liu's eyes because of his short-sightedness.

His hands were on the railing, and his eyes were dark and dark.

"Safina...Safina, only I understand how precious you are..."

Humming the song "Sing a Song for You" by the band I admire in my mouth, can I find my own Safina?

I have not fallen in love with Miyu, and now my feelings only remain at the level of liking.

At least that's what I think.

What caused my current emotions was just my overthinking personality and the budding love heart of young people.

Others may not be aware of it, but you can be aware of it, and you can look at your inner emotions rationally and not let impulse get to your head.

And this kind of liking is just because of the partial similarity in souls.

What I think about so much is just my desire for my Safina.

The emotion towards Mi Yu is more of an elder’s care for the younger generation.

This is also a reason to insult yourself.

It takes a long time to make yourself fall in love with someone, because you need enough time to observe a person's soul, understand that person's heart, and splice your own and the other person's soul together.

Pure and impulsive love may be love when it falls to others, but when it comes to oneself...it can't be said to be too dead.

My way of thinking now is too rational and a bit scary, so it’s better to follow your heart.