Accelerated Escape on the Moon River

"Whose childhood was a covert violence?"

His face could not be seen clearly in the vast mist.

what? "

Qu Chaoyuan didn't hear clearly.

He smiled, like a suave poet at the beginning of the century.

"Whose childhood is a hidden violence. My literature is whose childhood."

Qu Chaoyuan's expression was white.

He had the handsome hair of a movie star, walked forward with the flow of people, turned his head to wink at Qu Chaoyuan, stretched out his hand and pinched his face.

"Little white bear, you are so good."

Qu Chaoyuan stumbled and grabbed the hem of his sweater, trying not to be scattered by the crowd.

"What did you say?"

He said: "It was said by a poet in our class. It doesn't make sense!"

Qu Chaoyuan followed him downstairs.

The sky is full of red clouds outside, the fire is burning the glass, and it is booming.

The crowd was not so crowded, Qu Chaoyuan walked side by side with him.

Boys riding bicycles with their girlfriends after class cross the lawn, startling a flock of pigeons.

"It's interesting to talk about poetry today." He was full of enthusiasm, "How is your class today?"

Qu Chaoyuan was distressed, because he didn't have the ability to study law, and he didn't think he could become a good lawyer in the future, so he was scared every class for fear that the teacher would point it out.

"It's boring." Qu Chaoyuan shook his head. "I can't learn the law well. I'm at a loss as to what we're talking about, Pandekton and Containment."

He laughed loudly and put his arm around Qu Chaoyuan's shoulder.

"Fuck him, don't study anymore, let's go to the movies tonight."

"Is it the same square as last time?"

He nodded, his eyes blinked in the colors of the dusk, and the golden light of the stars fell into the corners of his eyes: "The next class asked me to go, and I asked you to go. The two of us bought soda."

"Wait a while." Qu Chaoyuan said, "I want to borrow Larenz's "General Theory of German Civil Law" from a classmate."

"Oh, you really worked hard." He wanted to pinch Qu Chaoyuan's face again.

Qu Chaoyuan looked three or four years younger than him, probably because his face was too youthful, white and smooth, and the ruffian boys in the class all had pimples on their faces.Qu Chaoyuan's eyes are also round and deer-like.

"What are you watching tonight?" Qu Chaoyuan asked him.

"What are you looking at?" The slanted shoulder bag on his body slapped his thighs, "Look at the great eunuch Li Lianying! It's played by Jiang Wen!"

"Tian Zhuangzhuang!" He smiled, and his tone was very cheerful, "I like Tian Zhuangzhuang very much."

"That's right, what's for dinner tonight." He was overjoyed, hugging Qu Chaoyuan, his body smelled of sweet tea.

Qu Chaoyuan's cheeks turned red: "Go drink sweet-scented osmanthus red bean paste, eat some bridgehead cake, red bean lard cake, dumplings. All good."

"It's all sweet! Just eat this!" He protested, "Drink the bean brains!"

Qu Chaoyuan has been in love with him for less than three months.

At first, we met through friends. Later, we both liked to watch movies. We went to bookstores and discos, and we gradually got together.He knew for a long time that he liked men, and he didn't mind at all at that time. He was generous and made friends everywhere.

Qu Chaoyuan is stupid, he can't learn law well, and there are few people in their department. The teachers have all studied abroad. They are grafted things, and the textbooks they use are also obscure. The translation accent is heavy, and Qu Chaoyuan has a headache.

He always said this to his boyfriend, and after a few words, the big boy advised him not to learn. He was always worried, thinking that he might really not learn well, but he still yearned for the rule of law and justice.

Leaving his hometown to study since he was a child, Qu Chaoyuan has always kept a respectful distance from things that are affectionate and warm. Law is rational and logical. He can't learn it, but he likes it wholeheartedly.

"Little white bear, little white bear." His boyfriend turned his head, saw that his face was so fair and lovely, and the setting sun was shining like pearls and jade, so he called him several times.

"This sweater I picked out for you is so pretty!"

Qu Chaoyuan was wearing a mohair snowflake sweater with a little white bear on his left chest.

They went to the department store together.

That day they were chatting and laughing as they passed the Wanguo Hotel, which was still a place only foreigners could enter. He rolled his eyes at the door, and pulled Qu Chaoyuan up and down.Qu Chaoyuan traveled more than half of the city to buy a civil law textbook from Sanmin Bookstore.

Qu Chaoyuan's cheeks were flushed by what he said.

"You go first, I'll go find my book."

Qu Chaoyuan told him.

"Okay!" He readily agreed, turned his face and hooked the shoulders of other students, and walked away laughing all the way.

Watching a movie at night, the weather is cool, the stars are scattered, and there are some lingering mosquitoes and flies at the end of October, buzzing and disturbing.

Qu Chaoyuan focused on looking at the blurry screen, thinking about the burden behavior and punishment behavior mentioned today.

He couldn't figure it out, so how to explain the non-causality of property rights?He was at a loss when he talked about these debts and debts today.

Suddenly a hand touched his thigh, caressing it a few times, Qu Chaoyuan was distracted by the troublesome hand, and gave the big boy a warning look.

Big boys are naturally cat-like and dog-like, chasing after happiness and tireless.

Qu Chaoyuan didn't make it to the last step with him. These days, the boy always teased him, and there was a vague childishness in the teasing that he wanted to get it right away.

Qu Chaoyuan rubbed guns with him, touched each other, and even kissed each other, but he couldn't stop thinking in the free posture.

He held the boy's hand.

"When did you...?" His eyes were as bright as stars.

Qu Chaoyuan pursed his lips and straightened his back: "Not now!"

"I know it's not right now!" the boy tempted him, "Tonight, tonight we're going out to live."

The last ray of light tonight appeared on Qu Chaoyuan's face.

"Not at this hour!"

He hasn't figured it out yet, he's not ready yet.

But they didn't really give Qu Chaoyuan a chance to prepare for the first time.

He hadn't noticed the surging and irresistible love and desire, but he was dragged into a dim small hotel by his boyfriend at the end of the dance a month later.

what is this?He had a few drinks that night to cheer him up and make himself daring.Is this my punishment for my sexual/intercourse rights?Is it a quasi-property act?Is there no cause?

At that time, Qu Chaoyuan didn't know how to lubricate and wear a condom. After a few glasses of wine, the usual layer of ice had already broken through. He was uncharacteristically good at controlling and giving pain. After the end, his boyfriend shed tears. In the wet bathroom, Semen and blood flowed down the legs along with the bath water.

He came out whimpering, limping, teasing Qu Chaoyuan, he couldn't see how powerful and capable he was.

Qu Chaoyuan was so at a loss, staring at the squat decorative TV, thinking.

Currency possession is ownership.In French legislation, the power of agency is defined by contract.

He quickly climbed up and kissed Qu Chaoyuan's cheek.

Although the back pain, but the meaning is still unfinished.

"Little Ice Bear, Little Ice Bear."

"I'll fuck you." With a smell of alcohol in his mouth, he smiled and bit Qu Chaoyuan's ear.

Qu Chaoyuan threw him off his body.

Qu Chaoyuan was not as precise and rational as the law he studied. During that time, his parents had a lot of quarrels, and he hated going home, so he hung out with people introduced by his boyfriend during the winter and summer vacations.

He has also slept with different boys in the same room with the other party's permission, and the time is in a hurry, sometimes rubbing guns and masturbating each other.

They don't have much moral concepts, they just think that with such a narrow sexuality, it's better to express their immoral pleasure and grab happiness.

Qu Chaoyuan finally woke up from this absurd dream.

At that time, he was a senior in college and failed the first judicial examination.The postgraduate entrance examination was in a hurry, and he felt in a trance that everything was too late.

It's a shame that the boy is still smiling and wandering around the world.

The day before Qu Chaoyuan broke up with him, he had just seen Tehran 43 years in the school auditorium.

There is a male classmate with a ponytail who always plays in the auditorium to make love last forever.

Qu Chaoyuan walked through rows of red chairs with velvet backs, green curtains, and a star-like chandelier above his head.

More than ten years ago in the distance, he bought the ticket to go out by himself with a small schoolbag on his back, and he never lived with his parents again after that.

Qu Chaoyuan has never lacked courage.

He walked out the gate, and the night was dark.

Quan Tang stood far away, with a bald head and a lustrous pearl.

He smiled warmly and pointed to the top of his head.

In an instant, the fireworks bloomed, and the top of the head was covered with Artemisia annua.

"Teacher, why are you frowning!" He was about to run over in a few steps, "Kiss, I won't be frowning anymore!"

He is coquettish, clumsy, knows no skills, and is frighteningly frank and sincere.

"God, teacher's head is stuffed with coconut and red beans, I want to eat it!"

Quan Tang was terrified, pinching his cheek and biting his lips.

Without any sexual experience, and absolutely surrendered to the teacher's control, she immediately gave up after a few touches and kisses, and wanted to sleep with Qu Chaoyuan every night, hugging him tightly.

He was afraid of being left behind, so he opened his mouth and loved too much, bleeding out.

Qu Chaoyuan has never grasped anything in his life, nor was he grasped.

Qu Chaoyuan really loves him.

The boy has been out for more than three days.

When the teacher woke up from the dream, he felt that his hands were empty for the first time.

He began to miss.

Qu Chaoyuan also followed what Quan Tang said on the phone that day.He reached out to find Quan Tang's clothes in the bedside table.

He just moved here, and he hasn't said whether he will live there for a long time or a short time, so he brought his clothes and other things in large and small boxes.

Qu Chaoyuan was reluctant on the face, the grandma downstairs asked him who this was.

While dragging the box, Qu Chaoyuan said without thinking, "It's my cousin from afar."

Thanks to his distant cousin, Qu Chaoyuan appeared more frequently in the community. He played ball and took a walk with this little cousin at night. It seemed that they had a very good relationship.

Qu Chaoyuan always resisted half-heartedly, but he couldn't hold back Quan Tang.

He rummaged in the bedside table, thinking that I begged him this time.

Quan Tang brought over a Moomin toy, with red butterflies flying on it, all of which smelled like Quan Tang.

Qu Chaoyuan pressed his face and fell asleep silently.

In Qu Chaoyuan's growth trajectory, there has always been a strange aesthetic tendency.

He yearned for dislocation and singularity in absolute rationality and refined theory.

If not, he wouldn't have liked his college ex-boyfriend either.

A suave and romantic poet, cheerful and slutty, fiery red and beautiful.

If there was a turning point, he wouldn't like Quan Tang either.

Quan Tang is like a sick sentence full of strange images and beautiful rhetoric.You know that logic does not work in many places, the metaphors are unclear, and the images are not connected correctly, but it is that kind of absurd combination that gives birth to the aesthetics of chaotic accounts.

This aesthetic is unparalleled in the world, and the loopholes are all naturally generated ornamental features.

The sole heir and head of this aesthetic school is called Qu Chaoyuan.

The only subject of the study was a living creature named Quan Tang.

"Come back, Quan Tang." Qu Chaoyuan said under the doll, "Come back to me."

His tone was erratic: "I miss you very much."