romantic love

I hadn't handed in my manuscript when the police called me, and it had been two weeks since the leader first slapped it in front of me.

I wanted to pass this entrustment to someone else, but the customer who placed the order asked Meng Liang to write by name. He said that he could wait as long as he wanted, and he was not in a hurry to have a child.

What an enlightened guest.

I hung up the phone, put on my raincoat in a hurry, put on a big bag, and took a long-handled umbrella without opening it. I called a taxi and rushed to the place the police told me, Haiwei Road 385 No. If I remember correctly, it was Street Garden.

The rain was very fast along the way, and the traffic was also very fast, but I was not so anxious in my heart-habits can always smooth out a lot of things, from the first and second anger burning, to the anxiety and confusion later, and then The despair and powerlessness of my life finally turned into what I am now. The police asked me to go to the park in the middle of the street to pick up my "Anqi", but my reaction was as flat as going to the door to get a pizza.

There is a heart-shaped sculpture in front of the park, with two roses on one left and one on the right, one red and one white, three beautiful things are held in one hand.It’s funny to say that I once participated in the voting for this logo design, and now I use the one I don’t like the most. It is gaudy and vulgar, and has no clear meaning. It is not as good as the uterus wrapped around the umbilical cord that I chose back then.

"Hey, there are a lot of people in front." The driver turned his head to look at me, "Brother, should you step aside here? It's not convenient to go there."

I nodded, paid the bill by swiping my card, carrying my bag in one hand and umbrella in the other, wearing an oversized raincoat, stumbling into the crowd like a penguin.

"Excuse me, please," I yelled, which was a kind of torture for me who never like to talk, "Thank you, excuse me!"

"There is an accident ahead!" A kind man with a mobile phone camera tugged on my sleeve.

I nodded quickly, and continued to bury my head in the crowd: "Let me go, thank you!"

"Squeeze what?!" A few young people in the front row shouted dissatisfied, probably because the selfie stick was bumped by me, "Squat down in front, you can't see it!"

Not to mention, the high-quality people in front really squatted down. I looked at their bent backs, quickened my pace, propped up the ground with the tip of an umbrella, ran up in small steps, and stepped on a man's back to jump out. The crowd happened to bump into the policeman holding a baton to disperse the crowd in front of the yellow line.

The policeman pointed his baton at my nose: "Meng Liang! What are you rushing at! You stepped on someone, do you know?"

I hurriedly turned around and bowed to apologize to the gentleman who was stepped on by me: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

The man glanced at me, gave me a pooh, turned around and left, ignoring it, which meant that I didn't have to lose money.

The policeman dragged me back, and tapped the flower bed with his baton: "Your Angel is there."

I nodded, took off my raincoat and opened the umbrella, and walked into the flower bed by stepping on the pond.

The police evacuated the crowd behind me: "It's all gone, it's not safe to be crowded with people in rainy days, everyone go home, be careful not to step on anyone."

After being noisy for a while, the world finally became quiet, and only the sound of rain and police boots stepping on the ground was left in the world again, and my Angel, appeared in the flower garden in a familiar posture—he, or " She", lying quietly on the lawn, completely naked, fat breasts, belly and hips, layers of white meat stacked together, there are marks left by someone pinching with fingers and burning with cigarette butts, but not deep , anyone who is familiar with An Qi knows that her skin is so rough and thick, it is not easy to leave scars on it.

Two legs, thicker than any animal I have ever seen with my own eyes, are widely spread. They are artificially tied to two metal poles in the flower bed. The legs are covered with dimples, moss and spots. Mixed with a lot of semen and blood, based on my experience in dealing with similar incidents over the years, my Angie had sex with at least four adult men before being found by the police, and one of them was violating her. At that time, he viciously twisted her neck, bit her face, and tore off half of her ear.

This is not uncommon, because my Angie has an angelic face on her monster-like ugly and disgusting torso. Her face is white and clean, her lips are red and full. The smooth beauty of the Eastern people and the whiteness and deepness of the Western people. As my twin brother, she looks much better than me.

"It's the third time this month," Mr. Cop patted me on the shoulder with his baton, he obviously knew me already, "I've dealt with a dozen this year - I really recommend you send it to containment So, if you can’t feed it, it will keep trying to escape.”

"Can you adjust the monitoring?" I found that my voice was hoarse, and there was no ups and downs in my tone, because this was just a routine inquiry that was destined to have no results.

"Sorry, Meng Liang, we can't violate other people's privacy just because we sympathize with you."

I nodded and didn't speak any more. I just opened the big bag I was carrying, took out a bath towel and a folded wheelchair from it, dragged and dragged Angel, who weighed nearly [-] kilograms, onto it, and covered her body with two bath towels. , and then holding an umbrella, carefully pushed her towards home.

Few people still remember that An Qi is my younger brother, and few even use "he" to address her, and not many use "she". Everyone regards another impersonal demonstrative pronoun as her title, In fact, no one gave her a name. The name written in the household registration book is "Meng Anqi", but this is not actually a name, but a code.

My father is a benevolent and generous Oriental, his name is Meng Yudong, he has generous palms, hard shoulders and chest, he loves my mother, and also loves me and my brother, in our twins When he was born, he was so excited that he hugged my mother and didn't fall asleep for several days. He wanted to give our brothers two beautiful and dignified names, but the names were not chosen. The problem was found. My younger brother, who was as healthy and beautiful as an angel when he was a child, had a vagina while having male sexual characteristics.

Like my mother, she is not a man, she is not a woman, but a female, and as he grows up, we find that she is not even a female, her body is growing and developing, but her mind has not changed, At the same time, her face became more and more beautiful, but her figure became more and more ferocious, and then her breasts became extremely large during the development of secondary sexual characteristics, and her penis and testicles withered into two layers of fleshy skin. All females begin to desire to have sex with men, but she does not have reproductive functions.

Physiologically, the mutated children born of this male and female are named "angel fetuses". The beautiful name implies that they are as pure and flawless as angels throughout their lives, but they are legally defined as "angies". It is a brand-new symbol of social relations, and it is precisely because of this that my younger brother can no longer live as my younger brother. He is my Angel, my father's Angel, and my mother's Angel. Angie, everyone in the world, including the Angie of the rapists in the square - although the police told me when this happened for the first time, female-induced sexual behavior cannot be classified as rape, He will never be able to call out the surveillance for me, even if I filmed the scene of the man having sex with Angie, it can only be regarded as mutual affection.

My mother died when Angie was in her teens, from slitting her wrists.She has all the characteristics of a female: beautiful, gentle, hardworking, capable, and considerate, and also meets all human requirements for magnetism: sensitive, slender, fragile, and in need of protection. She felt guilty for giving birth to a monster every moment. She was ashamed of my father and me, and finally chose to die in the bathtub at home. She had the courage to press An Qi's head into the basin of blood, trying to take away this child who was as guilty of original sin as she was, but it was a pity that this freak like a child had the power of a wild beast, and the violent struggle not only left behind her own life, and exacerbated her death.

My father has persisted ten years longer than my mother. He is as strong and resolute as he was at the beginning. He is the umbrella of this family and Angel's umbrella. He will fight the police because of Angel. He would catch those men who violated An Qi, and fight with them like wild beasts, he would hug An Qi fiercely, even if this child would bite his father to bloody flesh because of sexual desire, those sharp teeth I don't know how many times I almost killed my father, but this steely man can carry it every time, he doesn't seem to be depressed, he endures everything from beginning to end, and then strides forward.

It's just that he stopped three years ago, and a sudden cerebral infarction killed him unexpectedly. He didn't have time to say goodbye to any of us, and he didn't even prepare himself. On a summer night, he bowed his head When a goodnight kiss was printed on An Qi's forehead, her thin and solid body leaned forward and never got up again.

And then it was all left to me, a dying family, a grown-up weirdo my age.When my father was still there, I thought about secretly sending Angie to the shelter, so that maybe everyone could be relieved, but now that the decision-making power is in my hands, I can't do it—— —this gigantic monster, this gigantic fetus that is neither male nor female, is my father's legacy at the cost of his life, the last frenulum that remains of my family, and it is impossible for me to abandon her, because to abandon her would mean that I would not even Suffering and torment cannot be owned, my world has become empty, and a complete emptiness would make life impossible.

I am like a snail with a thick shell on my back, carrying my Angel. I hold her tightly, but I can’t tie her. When she is in heat, she has powers that humans can’t understand and wisdom that science can’t explain, no matter how many barriers I set up. She can run out and obstruct her, and then she will be in the suburbs like now, and the police will notify me to pick her up and bring her home.At first, I carried her back every time, because no taxi driver was willing to carry her. After two years, I was recommended this foldable wheelchair in an "angel family communication group". The fate of being an out-and-out snail.

When I got home, I used an umbrella around my shoulders and neck to protect An Qi from the rain. Her skin is fragile and easily infected, and if she is not careful, she will have a lot of acne. Therefore, she cannot take a bath. Wipe from top to bottom.After taking out the key with my free hand and opening the door, I carried the sleeping Angie on my back, put her back in the large cradle bed in the room, fetched water and took a towel, and wiped her body skillfully.

When cleaning her genitals, wiping blood and wounds made her scream in pain. I thought my movements were gentle enough, but it still caused her pain, and when I cleaned her shrunken penis with paper towels She moaned and screamed when the thin liquid was applied, and I was overwhelmed by all her actions, which would be painful for any man or woman to do.

I had to touch her body carefully with towels and cotton swabs, imitating my father's way of rubbing the potion on her body as lightly as possible, on the chest, armpits, knee bends, leg roots and other fat areas. A special poultice should be applied to prevent rotted moss and markings.

The morning ended in such a busy way.After all this work, I became the sweaty and embarrassed person. I rushed to the bathroom, took a 10-minute battle shower, put on my pajamas indiscriminately, and after making sure that Angie was asleep, I locked the door. She opened the door, went back to the study, sat in front of the computer, and fought again with the manuscript that had been rejected more than ten times.

Five o'clock tonight is the final deadline. If I still can't pass the draft and the client insists on not wanting to change, I may be demoted and transferred to another place, which means more workload and less work. At the same time, it also means that I will have less time to take care of Angie and help her clean up the mess. She may be forced to lie naked on the open wasteland for a longer period of time, or maybe the impatient gentlemen of the police will Send him to the shelter instead of me, and everyone knows that a female like Angie in the shelter is doomed to be "euthanized" because she can't find a caregiver.

In order to avoid all this from happening, I have to write a good manuscript.

At 15:[-], I waited in the office as scheduled, and [-] minutes later, my supervisor and my guest, Mr. Hawkins, opened the door and walked in. They didn't even say hello to me, they just nodded roughly and reached out to pick it up. The stack of manuscripts on my desk was scanned at a rapid speed.

I was a little nervous, the same scene happened countless times before my eyes, and it all brought bad endings.

After Mr. Hawkins had turned over the stack of papers, he gave me an unintelligible look, which made me a little uneasy.

"It needs to be revised." I breathed a sigh of relief when he said that, "Let me have a private chat with Mr. Meng?"

The supervisor naturally agreed, but he gave me a strange look before closing the door.

Hawkins' assistant made us tea. He sat across the table, crossed his legs, and asked me slowly, "Meng, do you know why I must ask you to help me with this task?"

I froze for a moment, then replied honestly: "You have a daughter who needs to be taken care of."

I don't like to talk, but in detail, it should be said that Mr. Hawkins' previous female partner left him an angel fetus, and he also clearly emphasized that he hoped that this brand new female would be like Mother loves Angie as much as her own children, which is also an important reason why I am willing to help him rework and redo dozens of times.

"Hahaha, professionals sometimes make professional mistakes." Mr. Hawkins smiled. "I don't have a daughter, but I have an Angel. Let me show you something." He blinked at me and opened his right hand On the terminal on the wrist, a clear image appeared on the desktop—it was a very beautiful baby room.

This baby room is several times larger than ordinary ones, including a large cradle, perfect sealing measures, automatic "feed" feeding points, and a tranquilizer outlet. There is no doubt that this is a perfect gift for Angel , I have only seen simple design sketches in the "Angel Family Exchange Group", and the sketches alone made hundreds of angel parents in the group envious.

"What do you need me to modify?" I thought for a while and asked, "A description of the specific household facilities?"

Mr. Hawkins smiled mysteriously: "Having the same experience is one of the reasons why I chose you, Meng. More importantly, I have seen the samples you wrote. Among all the writers, your style is the most satisfying to me. .”

I sat quietly without answering. In fact, I didn't want to have more communication with this rich man.

"The average age of a love writer is no more than 40 years old, because after 40 years old, you can't dream about romantic love," Hawkins shrugged, "and young boys and girls always have too many dreams about love. Fantasy, their manuscripts are too beautiful and crazy, although sufficient hormone supply can keep my females crazy about me forever, but in fact, in a family, what I want to find is more a caregiver, someone who can stabilize A female who carefully manages housework and takes care of children, not a mermaid princess who feels like she is dancing on the tip of a knife all the time—from your manuscript, I can see that, Meng, you and I have the same thoughts.”

I shook my head: "So you mean that my manuscript does not need to be revised? Then why did I have to rework it so many times before?"

"Before females, women were playing the roles they assumed, and you were too young to see that." Hawkins smiled and ignored my question, "Thirty years ago, millions of Women's demand that they should no longer play the roles of caregivers and bearers, that they reject marriage and the family, that they reject the responsibilities of wives and mothers, that they demand gender equality with men. This women's movement lasted for ten years , always lukewarm like a frog boiled in lukewarm water, the voice of respect is growing, the implementation of the phenomenon is meaningless, and finally women find that as long as society is still dependent on their wombs, their status can never be truly changed. .”

"Mr. Hawkins." I couldn't help interrupting him. I don't want to hear him give a speech. It's almost five o'clock, and I have to go back to feed Angie.

Men still ignore me: "Until females are widely used and the burden of childbearing is removed from women, men and women are truly equal. In addition to this, there is another category of people who are truly equal for the first time, you know Who is it?"

I frowned, and the look on Hawkins' face was that familiar, disgusting look that made me guess what he was going to say next.

"It's a homosexual." He stood up from the chair, bent down, approached me across the table, and caressed my face with his fingers unexpectedly, "With the reproduction of females, the original sin of infertility for homosexuals is eliminated Now, the discrimination doesn’t exist anymore—dear Meng, I knew you were the same kind the first day I saw you, and if I’m not mistaken, you’re still a number 0, right?”

"Is this the real reason you asked me to write the manuscript?"

"Yes, although this sounds mean, it is also for my love, isn't it, Mr. Great Love Writer?" His fingers went around my face and began to touch my neck, and even slipped trend, "I heard that you will be in trouble if you can't handle this commission, so why don't you think about it carefully, I don't mind my baby sharing a baby room with your Angel, and I don't mind sharing a female with you, we It sounds tempting to be legally married and then we'll have two lovely kids, not Angie monsters, but real sons and daughters, think about it?"

"..." I took half a step back, and Hawkins stuck to me like a sticky snake. I had to reach out to touch the teacup on the table. The heat transmitted through the wall of the white porcelain cup could give me With a sense of security, "I'm sorry, Mr. Hawkins, I'm not your bosom friend. I can't write a romantic love story just because I can't imagine or understand emotions beyond reason, rather than agreeing with your theory."

"Oh, it's okay, maybe I'm the same," Hawkins spread his hands indifferently, "it's just that my statement just now was not accurate enough."

"You are not." I raised my head to look into his eyes, slowly raised my hand that was holding onto the teacup, and when he was unprepared, I slammed the porcelain cup full of hot tea on the frame of his eyebrow on, "You're just scum."