Cupid winks

Not only leaning, he drilled into my arms.

Some are like eels, slippery and hard to catch; like cats, with a warm skin covering their lazy attitude, with polite and contemptuous eyes;

More than once, I dreamed that he was walking in the foggy rice fields.

The ground is full of golden ears of rice, and it’s the harvest season, but there are no farmers working around, only the fog and the rustling wind of harvesting.Only he is harvesting the floating fog, with the breath of death.Walking alone like a god of death.

The Grim Reaper is wearing a gray-blue shirt, a black belt, and black suit pants, with a ruddy complexion, high gaze, and bright eyes.

Shouldn't the Grim Reaper have a black cloak, black clothes, pale face, empty eyes, horrible, frightening appearance?

Could death seem so fragile and so repulsive?

Look at him, Death, with his other hand on his knee, half a cigarette in his finger.That's my cigarette, right?He doesn't smoke his own cigarettes. When we go to open a room, he always goes first. He will take my cigarettes and my lighter.I gave him double the money, and he accepted it, thanked me, but he would still give me my cigarettes and my lighter.He has nothing to spend money on, just a few pieces of clothes, he wears them over and over again, he never wears shirts and suit pants anymore, he always wears a T-shirt with jeans, or sweatpants, he never dresses like he’s about to Going to the school auditorium to give a speech on behalf of outstanding students, smoking a cigarette and walking in the school with a smile, the flying ash burned someone's hands, he said sorry, as if from the bottom of his heart, but he no longer remembered the person who was killed by him. The person who was burned by soot.

I once thought that being expelled from the university hit him hard. He didn't want to think about it and forgot a lot of details, but he remembered it very clearly and said it logically.He said, I fell in love with an associate professor in the school, and someone found out, the associate professor lost his job, and I dropped out of school, so there is nothing to regret.

He said it with a smile.

Look at him, he is also smiling now, almost the same smile, not presumptuous, not heavy, gently, the corners of the mouth are raised, written as a novel is probably "a touch of light", the corners of the eyes are curved, written as a poem is probably "wet petals, black branches".

His smile has always been like this, from college to now, it hasn't changed at all.

He doesn't seem to change.

Wet petals on black branches.

When he was an outstanding student representative, he could loosen his belt in the woods outside the auditorium before the lecture, unbutton his shirt and let people touch and kiss him. In [-], he became an unlicensed massage technician in an underground massage club, and he still kissed and touched people.

It seemed like there was nothing else in the world to do.That's all.

I once suspected that he had sex.We went out to eat, if he was wearing slippers on his feet, he would stick his feet into my trouser legs, if he was wearing sneakers, and we were sitting very close, he would rub my calf with his calf.He can’t sit still on the chair, and he needs to change his position after a while. He is not picky about food, but he is picky. He has no desire for food, and he will be full after eating a little. I order a table of food and ignore his feet. Go for the sitting position.I said, eat for a while, leave after eating, don't waste it.

We just sat like this, he played spider solitaire, I ate vegetables, drank tea, digested while eating, and it could take a long time to sit.

When we entered the room, time would pass quickly. I am not a science student, otherwise I would have been able to use the theory of relativity to analyze why. Anyway, I kissed him and came to my senses. An hour passed, and I hugged him , It flew past my eyes every minute and every second. Once, I drank too much wine, and I saw many green butterflies flying around him.Why is it green?

He is either surrounded by gold or immersed in a green atmosphere.He should be black, because too much death is holding him back, he should be white, he is snow, isn't snow all white?

strange, strange...

Those butterflies flew away in a moment, and it was morning in a moment.He's gone, he's gone, he took the money I put on the bedside, and the residual warmth on the bed.

And my half pack of cigarettes.

He likes to smoke too much.Fortunately, he goes for a physical examination every month, and no problems have been found in his lungs so far.He has to smoke less, it's better not to smoke, quit, I shouldn't smoke either.My mother said that you should learn to drink and smoke. All men are like this.

He doesn't smoke well, and drops cigarette ash everywhere, walking on the road, and in hotels too. If he doesn't care about the place where he eats, he shakes the ashes in the teacup, one after another, lighting cigarettes, exhaling, his lips Open, lips pursed.not talking.Smoke surrounds him.

In my dreams, I often worry that the wheat field will catch fire.

His safety awareness is so poor, maybe not at all, maybe he's suicidal.

I told him, do you know that someone sleeps at night and smokes a cigarette before going to bed, and he falls asleep halfway through the smoke, and the smoke burns the sheets, and that person is burned to death like that.

He smiled, pinched a cigarette, and said, "It's fine to burn me to death. If I burn you to death, then I've murdered. I can't murder another person."

He also smokes in my car. In winter, can you imagine that there is snow in Rong City, such a heavy snow, it is freezing cold, and the northwest wind blows from the Rong River, sweeping the entire old city. In my car, with the windows open, I wore a thin smock over my short-sleeved T-shirt, and I smoked.

As the snow fell, he poked his head out to look at the snow.

That's why he is so prone to cold and fever in winter.I asked where the other person was and I wanted to see him.He said that in the dormitory, his voice was very nasal.I went to their dormitory, the dormitory of these massage therapists, there are four people in one room, hidden in the gray and dark corridors of ordinary residential areas.He didn't lock the door, and he was the only one in the dormitory. I went to the bedroom to find him. There were two bunk beds in the bedroom, and he slept on the upper bed of one of them.When I climbed up, he was wrapped in a quilt, only his head was exposed, and he looked at me with half-closed eyelids.I took off my coat and covered him.I touched his forehead, it was hot.I asked him, have you taken your medicine?

He said, why didn't you take off your shoes, Xiaobao is going to scold me.

I said, why is it so cold.

He said the air conditioner was broken.

I asked, why not fix it?

He said, well, you talk a lot of bullshit.His hands came out from under the covers, pulled me closer, and kissed my face.I originally wanted to take him to the emergency department of the hospital. When people are sick, they have to go to the doctor. Only doctors have the way to save lives. I am not a doctor, I don’t have one, and I won’t.I'm miserable, it's useless for me to cry.

Shuxue hugged me, I took off my shoes and clothes, and got into his bed.It was dark under the quilt, and I couldn't see anything clearly. He was wet and sticky, not only his hands, but his whole body was very wet and sticky, probably sweat.He hummed, with a heavy nasal voice, and whispered, Ye Haowen, I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore.

How could his voice be so soft, so thin, it made one's heart sink.

I was on top of him and he let it out.He let out a sigh of relief and said that he was sweating and felt much more comfortable.I asked him, am I your antipyretic?

He laughed.

His laugh is also light.so light.so light.So easy it just pops up and pops into my head.Clearly.He doesn't sit or sit, he doesn't stand or stand, he eats without rules, he can take off his clothes at other people's wedding banquets, rush out of the window, and jump into the pond when he goes crazy. You can also say that if you don’t see me, you won’t see me.I went there for the second time so that I could meet him again. When he was off work, I went to pick him up. He asked Xiaobao to sit in the passenger seat. Xiaobao got off the car near the dormitory, and we were going to the Garden Hotel.I said, sit in the front, he responded, and then crawled from the back to the front.

I said, I'm going to stop.

He smiled, pulled up his sleeves to wipe the seat, and said sorry, boss, I dirty your car.

I said, aren't you off work?

He asked me, what should I call you then?Small business?Or full name?Calling me by my full name doesn't seem very respectful, calling me Xiaoye...I'm a little hungry.

I said, let's go eat something, where do you usually go for supper?

He said, Tianxing Xiaochao.

I turned on the navigation, and we drove to Tianxing.

We drove to Tianxing, and he walked in. He knew Ah Ming, the waiter—he also knew the size of Ah Ming's trousers.

The mother said, adults themselves swear foul language, why can't children?Anyway, children will become adults one day, and foul language is just a way to vent their emotions. I have no objection to children speaking foul language.

He also knew the size of the pants of Ah Ming, the fucking waiter.

I said, what is the signature dish.He lit a cigarette and said, everything is good.

I order.I ordered fried beef and pork ribs with cold melon. He ate two bites. I asked him, are you full?He nodded and looked at me.I said sit down a little longer.I added two dishes.He smiled and propped his chin to look at the window.

We sat by the window.It looks like it's going to snow.

Snow fell.

The snow doesn't fall so fast.

I don't know how a person can sit without bones and stand without support, how can a person swim like a fish among all kinds of people.

He sat next to Xiaobao, talking and laughing, without looking at me.

Mother asked: "Why is there no sound?"

I said, "No, I was just checking my email."

Mother said: "Contact Xiao Zhan when you have time. Don't let Xiu Xiu's affairs go too far.