Accelerated Escape on the Moon River

The little elephant doesn't seem to have grown much, and Quan Tang wonders if the time here is suspended, or it may be passing abnormally slowly.

The baby elephant that was stuck on the branch last time has turned over, its big ears are flickering, and its tail is up and down as it runs.

It runs wildly among the lush plantains and coconut trees, a naked child.

At the seaside, the clouds are overwhelming and pressing down on the top of people's heads. The sunlight exposed in the gaps still illuminates the world in a light red color, and the fine sand under the feet also has a faint brilliance.

Banana trees multiply in patches, and baby elephants play happily in the bushes.

Quan Tang said: "Don't run around, you will hit me right away."

As soon as the words fell, the little elephant bumped into the coconut tree and fell down.

With a sound of grievance, he rushed out.

They seem to be able to see and hear each other, but they are separated by haze. If they don't pay attention, they treat each other's existence as a handful of dust in the dustpan, dump it in the trash can and never forget about it.

Hazy induction.

Quan Tang wanted to go over to see the little elephant, but when he stumbled over the shell, he forgot what he was going to do.

Quan Tang turned his head to look at Tongtian Haiyang, feeling apprehensive and short of breath.

This sea produced a piece of Qu Chaoyuan when it came last time.

There is an ocean in his heart that burns into a sea of ​​flames flying all over the sky at any time.

All his secret, sweet and erratic sexual desires/desires and fantasies are buried in it, and the first wet pearl is born.

Qu Chaoyuan was born in the ebb and flow of the tide.A distant train brought his lover.

Quan Tang was groggy, the aphrodisiac aroma of plants seized his mind and body, and there was a kind of ground-breaking granulation-like solid will that drove him to walk into the vast sea.

Coastal sage grows wildly.

Like mooing behind him, the orphan looking for his mother seems mournful and timid.

Quan Tang suddenly turned his head, and Qu Chaoyuan was standing in front of him.

His criminal prosecution teacher was naked and white as new snow, with an indifferent and confused expression on his face.

The heat from the man's body was gone, and the scent of the class perfume still remained.

The base notes of this fragrance are somehow identical to sea sage.

Quan Tang stretched out his hand tremblingly, but Qu Chaoyuan didn't hide, his fingers touched the teacher's skin, and then the whole palm.

"Teacher." His voice was hoarse, "Teacher, do you recognize me? I'm Quan Tang."

Qu Chaoyuan seemed like a small animal who couldn't understand human language, and only knew how to turn his head according to the direction of the sound. After removing the glasses, his eyes looked even more juvenile.

"Teacher..." Quan Tang swallowed, "I'm really sorry, this is the second time I dreamed of you."

Qu Chaoyuan seemed to understand but not understand.

Quan Tang is more courageous than this sea: "Teacher, once you are a stranger and second time you are acquainted, we...are we..."

If it wasn't for sex and love, why would Qu Chaoyuan be naked?

One of his two thief claws was holding Qu Chaoyuan's wrist, and the other began to caress Qu Chaoyuan's chest.

As he expected, Qu Chaoyuan's figure is really in good shape, with no shortage of body parts and clear lines.

It is definitely not as good as his figure that buys foreign porn/gay magazines, but because of the gentleness and a faint trace of teacher-like frailty, he is even more excited.

Usually, Quan Tang dreamed of a teacher. When the zombies were besieging the city and he was alone in parkour, the math teacher was chasing after him. After he discovered the secret of the barbecue restaurant, the owner of the barbecue shop who chased him was an English teacher.After being a student for many years, the inhuman posture of the teacher has become the composition of his nightmare.

This is unique again.

The evil roots in Quan Tang's lower abdomen hardened.

In the traceless and confused dream, he could clearly feel that the blood and energy in his body were boiling.

Qu Chaoyuan was half a head taller than him, but his eyes were as clean as a child's. Quan Tang, a sex/desire hooligan, was excited like never before.

He swallowed, stretched out one hand to the teacher's flat stomach like a white sand beach, and clung to his muscular shoulder with the other hand, tiptoeing to kiss.At the same time, the half-raised hard object was shamelessly sent up.

At the moment when the lips of Quan Tang and Qu Chaoyuan were about to touch, a thunderclap made Quan Tang wake up suddenly.

Quan Tang sat up suddenly, and the rain outside the window was pattering.

Frustrated and helpless, he hammered the quilt dozens of times angrily, making the quilt unconscious and hanging limply on his legs.

Qu Chaoyuan's skin exudes the smell of ripe apricot and red plum, which he has not yet entered.

His spring/dream is stuck at the time of plum blossom.

Mian Yu ambiguously hides at the door.

With the rain coming, the humidity in the air is rising these days.

Passing by the lake to the northwest of the teaching building in the morning, you can find that the lotus on the lake is in full bloom, and a plump lotus leaf protrudes densely from the green and slow lake.

The lotus has not yet bloomed too presumptuously, maintaining a half-open posture, shaking gauze-like pink.

The flowers and leaves on the water surface are very heavy and heavy, with a thick layer.

The lakeside is full of black locusts and balsamic trees, and a few steps away is the bamboo forest behind the library, and another turn is the cherry blossom forest and tulip tree in front of the law building.In summer, half of the campus is green with warm water.

In the morning, Quan Tang crossed half of the school to the north gate mail room to check for his letters and magazines. When passing by the lotus lake, he met three or four male students who were busy by the lake.

He stopped to look, and these people seemed to be folding lotus pods, and there were already more than a dozen of them piled up on the lawn.

The lotus has just bloomed, and he doesn't know which kind of flower that withered early has produced fruit.

A boy with hands covered in mud and trouser legs rolled up, accidentally looked up and found Quan Tang who was looking at them.

He motioned Quan Tang to go over, but Quan Tang didn't know him.

He was not shy about pulling out the lotus pods of the public house privately, his cheeks were ruddy and his eyes were bright.The boy picked up a green lotus pod from the ground, washed it in the red plastic bucket next to him, and handed it to Quan Tang.

"If you don't pick it every year, it will rot." He said with a smile, "take it from the people and use it for the people."

Quan Tang had no intention of it, but he remembered his vigorous young flesh/body and the muscles of his shoulders.

There are three of his monthly movie magazines in the Northgate mailroom, and there should be a letter this summer.

It was the same last year, every year since he was 17.

As the summer holidays approached, he would receive a letter from the post office farthest along the border.

Then he will start preparing to classify the movies he has watched in the past year, sum up all his unconstrained comments, and look forward to the week-long feast of their own.

They are migratory birds in midsummer, and they only get together during the hottest time of the year.

Before the letter arrived, Quan Tang chatted with the drowsy uncle in the mail room. Because the north gate is far away from any dormitory campus, very few people came here to pick up magazines.

The faces of those literary and scientific magazines were so familiar that Tang Quan felt a little curious after reading them.

If he has time, maybe he can wait a while to see who will come to pick up the magazine.

After returning from Beimen, Quan Tang hurriedly took his books and rushed to the classroom to take Economic Law.

Before leaving, he did not forget to find a clean glass lemonade bottle to put the lotus in.

The little green lotus pod is round and cute, smiling at the door.

It's not Friday, it's still a day of stinky armpits and nipples/heads, and because the weather is getting hotter and there's little chance of it getting cooler, those who don't dress carelessly are even more careless.

Quan Tang had had enough of the greasy bald head and the occasional stubborn nose hair, but he couldn't bear the sight of the brown sandals when the teacher came to him.

Thick tree roots look like toes, and under the yellow and thick nails are long hairs. Once Quan Tang saw it, his neck felt like a needle prick.

He thinks the world has too many Mediterranean crowns and melting ice cream pot bellies, too many saggy middle-aged man breasts and plaid shirts left over from the last century.

Maybe it's time for these male teachers to realize that there is no difference between becoming a university professor and a baboon. They should be vigilant, and just look at Qu Chaoyuan to know which direction they should work hard.

The male faculty in law schools has always been deeply polarized.

For example, the two teachers of Constitution and Foreign Constitution are over 60 years old, and they still look like they are in their early thirties after absorbing energy every day.These two are handsome and tough, probably because they have been abroad for several years, and they act like gentlemen.

Such men are often surrounded by Yingying and Yanyan. This is indeed an open era. A 20-year-old girl can boldly express her love to a 60-year-old teacher.

But such a person is still out of Quan Tang's eyes.

He doesn't want dogmatic handsome guys, he doesn't want typical elite men, he just wants mature and immature big boys, and only Qu Chaoyuan is what he dreams of.

Not counting documentaries, animations and TV dramas, Quan Tang has watched more than 2000 movies so far. He doesn't know if this number is great, but he has indeed seen the most handsome men from all over the world.

They each have their own strengths, and some of them are full of enthusiasm and just want to go to Wushan Cloud/Rain together.

Currently there is only Qu Chaoyuan, he seems to yearn for the kiss after Yunshou Yu rests.

It doesn't always feel that way.

It was due to Xia Tian, ​​it was due to his heartbeat.

It was attributed to the moment when Qu Chaoyuan pushed the door open and smiled at him on a sunny Friday morning.

Thinking, thinking, and lingering in this way, he outlined in his mind all kinds of jaw-dropping lewd/slutty clips that could go to prison, and the muscles on his face also rippled into thousands of ripples of happiness at the same time.

In the class of the economic law quiz, after doing a few random questions, he missed Qu Chaoyuan openly.

The economic law teacher stood beside him for 3 minutes wearing ugly sandals with tendon soles.

He recognized this weird-haired student, and he clearly remembered that he often didn't come to class, but he couldn't find any evidence, and he always appeared suddenly when the roll call was needed.When I have conflicts with the teacher in class, I talk about it endlessly, but my mind is full of strange ideas.

Some teachers appreciate him, some teachers, like him, can't bear such a trendy student.

After staring at the student for a few minutes and found that the student still didn't write, the teacher couldn't bear it anymore, stretched out his fingers and tapped his desk twice.

"Quan Tang, is it difficult to respect the teacher?"

It coincided with the last wave of classroom inspections at the end of the semester, and his counselor was watching at the door.

As soon as Quan Tangfu raised his head, he bumped into the counselor's fire-breathing eyes.

After the morning class, Quan Tang had to go to the counselor's office.

"You don't even look at it, the teaching team leader and counselor are at the door, so you just..." Chi Zhong reprimanded him.

Quan Tang smiled at him, he didn't care about chatting with the counselor at all, his thoughts had already turned to other aspects: "Mr. Qu should be in the office at noon, right?"

Chi Zhong: "Huh?"

The cicadas croaked and quarreled: "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes".

That's it.