flirting without breaking the law

"When the woman was still conscious, she took my hand and said to me: 'As long as you don't give up, you will become a writer.' I was seven years old and wrote my first story. , about maternal love.

"The woman's words fascinate me. After hearing this, I feel that I have unlimited choices. It seems that I have been pushed into a novel world with closed doors. She told me, You can open whichever door you like. I held her hand excitedly, feeling that I could immerse myself in this world for the rest of my life.

"Later, this woman also wanted to cut off my world when she was insane. She pointed at me frantically and said: 'Don't write, what you write is rubbish, no one will read it!' I don't think so, I I thought, I just wrote the truth. As a writer, if I don’t tell the truth, it’s my fault. But I still didn’t write it, no, it should be said that I could only write secretly behind her back.

"Finally the voice of this woman disappeared with a wide open window, disappeared without a trace. The voice of the past seemed to pass through layers of white paper to my ears, vaguely. I don't remember No, I don’t remember whether it was raining or the sun was out that day. I don’t remember what I was thinking at the last moment, I just felt that the world she took me to had a torrential rain.

"The temperature in that world dropped sharply, and even the door was frozen. Her heavy breathing, gentle calling, and decisive scolding began to fade away. The intertwined cables of voices were getting farther and farther away from me, and the gaps were getting closer and closer. It gets louder and louder, until finally the sound disappears, leaving only long gaps and pauses.

"I won, I thought. Then my world came crashing down."

When Di Chu finished typing the last word, he sat at the table for a long time and didn't recover.He stood up and numbly walked to the window, took out a cigarette from his bag and lit it.The cool night wind poured on him along the road, and he woke up a lot.

On the twentieth floor, Di Chu leaned on the window and looked down. It was so high that it dazzled the eyes.You can almost overlook the entire county from here. The city is very small and a bit crowded.

Car lights, street lights, and advertising lights are connected to the lights in the real estate to form a sea.lonely sea.Twinkling, covering the reinforced steel forest with a layer of bright coat, gorgeous and pitiful.

This is different from the shabbyness of the day, and at night, under the cover of night, many things are different.

For example, the article "The Door" written by Di Chu.

Di Chu didn't turn on the light, and stood in the dark room, only the computer was still on, and the scarlet cigarette butt between his fingers was also on.

The phone screen suddenly lit up, and Huluwa sent a message.

—At the beginning, didn’t you say it was updated today?Look what the hell, it's only an hour and a half until the end of Friday, where are you going whoring men!Serious business still do not do!

—The backstage is going to explode!Girls, I can't stop it!

Di Chu exhaled the last puff of cigarette, did not reply to the message, and went back to the computer to start typesetting.

After the material was edited and synchronized to the background, Di Chu looked up at the time, it was 23:58.

Di Chu sent a message back to Xu Lu.

—I went to the backstage to publish it directly, and I fell asleep.

After waiting for a few minutes, the phone didn't move.

Di Chu guessed that Calabash Baby was busy in the background, so he turned off the computer and went to bed.

In a daze, the phone rang a series of times. Di Chu touched the phone from the bedside table and saw that it was news from Xu Lu.

—Master, you wrote this article today... are you okay?Are you in a better mood?

——The last sentence seems to me a little bit hanging.

— fuck it!Uncle Di, you really don't want to go backstage to see?The messages from fans are going crazy!I have given a lot of rewards, I think you will not go to school in the future, you can just stay at home and write every day.

Di Chu woke up quite a bit from his doze, half sat up and leaned against the head of the bed to watch Xu Lu's news.He never thought of using articles to make a living. Hobbies are hobbies, but there is no other way at the moment.

As a result, Xu Lu's painting style became more and more wrong the more he looked back, until Di Chu was stunned by one sentence.

— fuck it!Fuck me!First, first, first!Met a local tyrant!The amount of appreciation came directly to three and two hundred!

— did you see that?did you see?

— Go and see, go and see!This must be true love for you!

Di Chu opened the background with his mobile phone, raised his eyebrows, hey, it really is.Not knowing who was so supportive, Di Chu looked at the profile picture, he didn't know him, and he wasn't on his friend list.

Generally, if a list friend leaves a message, there will be a bracket after the WeChat name, and the word "friend" will be displayed inside.

Di Chu went back to read the article again, and there were quite a few selected comments below.Then he found the "local tyrant" who gave the reward in a bunch of colorful portraits.

The head portrait is novel, with a black letter on a white background: handsome.

But this local tyrant's message is quite serious

——I just feel that it doesn’t matter if life is desperate.But it doesn't mean you have to go all out, but it doesn't mean giving up on yourself.Everyone has this kind of period, turning their backs on everything and sticking to themselves is special.And memory cannot be recorded at all, what you write down now is considered a story.

Tell your own story, and watch it as a bystander.

It's not reality, stories are all told by others.

Di Chu always received long comments, but today this passage alone touched the key point in his heart.

The past is the story.The story is told by others.

Di Chu replied to the other party

——The hero sees the same thing, good night.

That night, Di Chu slept exceptionally well.No dreaming, no constant waking up.

When the alarm clock rang in the morning, Di Chu took two seconds to restart his mind.

This Saturday, I made an appointment with Wen Rushui to go back to grandma's house for lunch.

When Di Chu left the bedroom, he found that the door of Qi Chi's room opposite was open.

There was a lot of clothes on Qi Chi's bed, and he was buried in the closet and kept looking through them, yelling a few words from time to time: "Ahhh! This one is not good! This one is also ugly! What the hell did I do before?" Taste!"

Di Chu looked like an idiot drifting past his door, and Qi Ling was sitting in the living room having breakfast.

The tea table is full of buns, fried dough sticks, porridge, side dishes, and even bread and milk.

"Are you having a convulsion today?" Di Chu finished washing and sat down on the sofa, "Buy so much to eat next week?"

Qi Ling pointed to Qi Chi's door with his chopsticks: "Don't rely on me, the idiot is over there! He bought it."

"Wake up so early during the holiday?" Di Chu picked and chose on the coffee table, and chose to drink porridge.Recently, I have been eating irregularly, my stomach is not feeling well, and I am a bit of a precursor to illness.

"Where can it be? I don't know what kind of wind was blowing this morning. I got up and bought breakfast and came back with a happy face. Until now, I am still choosing clothes in my room."

Qi Ling shrugged, feeling that Qi Chi probably wanted to go out and act artificially today.

Di Chu didn't care, since he wasn't his younger brother anyway, so he didn't worry too much about it, "I'll go back to grandma's house at noon, what time will we meet in the afternoon?"

"Two o'clock? Rehearse first or go to the bookstore first?"

"Rehearse, go home and take a shower when you buy the book."

Di Chu drank the porridge, and could fully imagine the comfort of coming home sweating profusely tonight and taking a bath again.Looks like I'll be able to sleep well again tonight.

"Okay, listen to you."

Qi Ling has always had no requirements for the initiative to express opinions, but the other party has to be Di Chu.

"Brother! Brother! Brother! Dad! Dad! Dad!"

While the two of them were eating breakfast in silence, Qi Chi rushed out of the bedroom in style.

Hearing the earth-shattering roar, Qi Ling was so angry that he almost stuck fried dough sticks up his nose: "Hey hey hey! Stop, stop, stop! You are looking for smoke, you fucking call me brother, call him daddy , how do you count your seniority?!"

"Okay, okay, two dads!" Qi Chi no longer cares about whether he has face or not. Anyway, in front of these two second-generation ancestors, he will always be at the bottom of the food chain, "What do you think of my outfit?"

Di Chu leaned on the sofa and whistled.

Qi Ling is handsome, which is obvious to all.His younger brother is naturally not bad, nearly 1.8 meters tall, only a head shorter than Di Chu.It can be regarded as a hanger, and it looks good in everything.

At this time, Qi Chi was wearing casual clothes: a white T-shirt was still the classic Stussychampion style, a baseball cap was worn backwards, camouflage cropped trousers, and a pair of sneakers.

Don't say it, it's very trendy.

"It's just this body, why are half-grown children paying so much attention?" Qi Ling waved his hands, "Where are you going to make such a big fuss today?"

"No flirting, no flirting, I've made an appointment with a friend." Qi Chi turned around to the black-screened TV, and thought it was pretty good, "Then wear it like this? Is it okay?"

"No problem, handsome." Di Chu gave a rare affirmation.

Qi Chi almost didn't cry, it's not easy, the two ancestors didn't hate him.

Qi Ling suddenly raised his head from breakfast: "Dating a friend? Yo—girlfriend?"

"It's not..." Qi Chi scratched his head embarrassingly, "Just ordinary female friends."

"Ordinary female friend, you have been tossing all morning, cutting hair and matching clothes, and you don't hesitate to waste time playing games." Qi Ling understood his brother very well, and nodded him with his hand, "You are fucking right Other girls are interesting! Ah!"

"Hey, pick up girls." Di Chu looked at the heat with enthusiasm, probably everyone had this kind of mentality when they were students-to make others fall in love, as if they were in love with their own mother.

Qi Chi repeatedly waved his hands: "No, no, we just met each other not long ago."

"Don't! Let me tell you, if you really want to chase after me, I'll teach you!" Uncle Qi Ling leaned back on the sofa with his legs resting on the tea table, "And your first brother, we two will teach you , within a month, it will be within reach!"

Di Chu was so happy that he couldn't straighten up, he was about to die laughing.He had matched Xu Lu before, although he was not successful a few times, but now it's boring, so it's okay to play with Qi Chi.

"Yes, your brother is right. The two of us sit in charge for you, and it is impossible to miss!"

When Qi Chi heard this, he almost knelt down on the spot.

What a day today, his brother and father are so easy to get along with!

If it's like this every day, his life will be shortened!

Qi Chi roared excitedly: "Okay! Then I'll work hard! I'll find you to learn from me when the time comes!"

The two watched Qi Chi's [-]-like back float into the room.

Look at each other.

"It's nice to be a young idiot."

"Yeah, it's not easy to be so stupid and still want to chase girls."

When Di Chu arrived home at noon, Wen Rushui was preparing lunch, and Wen Qiongfang was sitting on the balcony reading the newspaper.

Every corner of this small house of less than [-] square meters is full of warmth, and Di Chu feels that the hostility in his body has been smoothed away.

"Brother, you can chat with grandma, I'll call you for dinner later." A gentle and gentle voice came from the kitchen.

"Okay." Di Chu replied.

He walked to the balcony, sat and chatted with Wen Qiongfang for a while.The old man’s focus was nothing more than his body and studies, while Wen Qiongfang only asked a few questions: “Xiao Chu, how are you feeling recently?” “Have you eaten on time, and are you still used to living in the rented house?” , learn to adjust by yourself.”

Di Chu felt a little sour when he heard these words hit the softest part of his heart.

At this time, I feel a little guilty about skipping classes, but I still can't turn that corner.I was abandoned, so why climb up.

The meal was simple, as usual.It's just that Di Chu talked more and was more serious.He didn't show the arrogant and thorny appearance of outsiders.

After eating, Wen Rushui was washing the dishes in the kitchen, Di Chu thought for a while, and went in to take the dishes from her hands.

"I'll do the washing, you'll do the wiping."

Wen Rushui was stunned for a moment, then smiled immediately: "Okay."

The two of them lowered their heads and worked together tacitly for a while. Di Chu suddenly asked, "How's your study going?"

"It's good, junior high school students are not as tired as your senior high school students."

Di Chu paused: "We're not tired, you're also in the third year of junior high school, you can ask me if you don't understand."

Wen Rushui's eyes were like water, and when he heard this, the water rippled in his pupils: "Yes! Thank you brother!"

"Don't thank... that's all I can do."

Di Chu is not used to talking with girls alone, and the content is still so formal.I am used to fooling around, and even teach others to study hard.

Really shameless.

"By the way, are you going to take care of the children in the afternoon?" Di Chu asked while leaning on the sink after washing the last bowl.

Wen Rushui handed him the towel to wipe his hands: "No, I have an appointment with a friend this afternoon."

"Have fun."

Di Chu and Wen Rushui said goodbye at the door of their house, thinking to themselves, it really is a child, and they usually go shopping on weekends.

I really can't remember if I was like this before.

Di Chu called Qi Ling: "Have you been to the studio yet?"

"Here, come here, there is no one today."

Qi Ling spoke intermittently, and there was the sound of moving tables and chairs from the other end of the phone, as if he was making room.Di Chu wanted to say that the underground plaza is so big, just find any place to practice.

After thinking about it, forget it, when the time comes to attract a bunch of people to watch, I will become a fucking gorilla.

It's better to close the door and practice on your own.

When Di Chu arrived at the studio, the door was ajar.Pushing the door open, I almost didn't remove the door.

"Fuck! You fucking striptease!"

Qi Ling was sitting in the middle of the studio, the sofa and table were pushed aside, leaving enough space for two people to dance.When Di Chu entered, Qi Ling was taking off his clothes, and his beautiful abdominal muscles were suddenly exposed in front of his eyes, Di Chu subconsciously roared.

Qi Ling threw the clothes on the sofa: "If you want to dance, I'll accompany you. Let's see who can take off quickly."

"Get out! Don't practice, I'm leaving."

"Oh my god, what's wrong with me taking off my clothes on such a hot day!" Qi Ling got up from the ground, dressed more hip-hop today. "Di Chu, do you have ghosts in your heart?"

"There's your mother's big-headed ghost." Di Chu walked over and looked around, "Are you going to dance hip-hop with this body?"

Qi Ling nodded: "Hiphop dance steps are simple, and it looks good when you dance. Anyway, there are not many people who really know how to dance to watch it. It's just for fun."

Di Chu looked at him, their thoughts were always surprisingly similar.

The performances in the school are nothing more than a lively and passionate show. The people above can dance vigorously, and they can dance into anything;

"Okay, do you have any choreography?"

Di Chu was also dressed loosely today, and stood there with his hands folded.

"Yes," Qi Ling ran to turn on the stereo, "I'll dance once first, you have a look."

Qi Ling's selection is Usher's "Yeah!" ", the moment the music sounded, the whole person changed.

Di Chu admits that Qi Ling is usually arrogant and domineering.

But I didn't expect Qi Ling, who danced hiphop, to be so arrogant.

Pull very style, handsome.

Qi Ling stood in the center of the studio and smiled at Di Chu with his canine teeth shining, waved his hand, and the moment he took a step - Di Chu knew that today he couldn't escape.

This is so fucking eye-catching.

Qi Ling danced quite gracefully, with crisp and neat movements.Whether it is joint flexion and extension, rotation, shimmy, roll, handstand, or bounce, they are all well done.

After a dance, Qi Ling danced happily, with a proud smile all the time on the corner of his mouth; Di Chu couldn't breathe, and was a little engrossed.

When the music ended, the two just stood there looking at each other for a long time.

Sweat dripped from Qi Ling's body, and he walked over with his hips crossed: "Hey, are you fascinated by me?"

"Ah?" Di Chu came back to his senses, "It's a pretty good dance. But this is your step, right? Let's dance a combination?"

"Well, I've made up your steps for you, but you can improvise if you want." Qi Ling shrugged, "However, I don't think you can do it as well as I do."

"Fuck, fuck you." Di Chu was inexplicably aroused by his desire to win, and immediately took out his phone and threw it on the sofa. "Just play the song just now. I'll let you see what improvisation is."

Once Di Chu's energy came up, he was not so easy to provoke.

As the music started, there were a few beautiful moves, and at the end, he didn't forget to give Qi Ling a thumbs up, then turned down and pressed.

His eyes and brows were full of provocation.

Hold!Qi Ling was smoking a cigarette, his temples were throbbing, Di Chu is a fucking thing!

During the dance, the eyes are seductive, and after the dance, the mother rushes to rub the fire!

The music didn't stop, the rhythm was quite vigorous, and the two laughed at the same time.

Qi Ling stooped to put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, looked up and said, "Hey, Douwu?"

Di Chu hadn't heard the word Dou Wu for a long time. He raised his hands politely, stepped on the rhythm of his feet, and made a gesture of "Come, come, who is afraid of whom." to Qi Ling.

When the two hit it off, the whole studio was filled with the smell of gunpowder.

You have your ghost step dance, I have my break dance, you have a Poppin, and I have a Log.

Between you and me, the fight was full of sweat and joy, and there was a little sense of pride.

Both sides have tried their best to make the other party admire and let themselves be completely released.

Unexpectedly, as the atmosphere between the two became high and they got closer and closer, this dance became a bit sour.

Di Chu's eyes are seductive, and Qi Ling's hands are not to be outdone.

It slid across Di Chu's waist for a while, and slid across Di Chu's chin for a while, until Qi Ling caressed Di Chu's ass vaguely, and Di Chu's hair exploded on the spot.

"I'll fuck you! Where are you going to touch your hands!"

Di Chu stopped, turned around and did a roundabout kick.

Qi Ling secretly thought it was not good, but his reaction was also quick.Dodging the attack sideways, quickly took a few steps back.

"It's just a dance, as for not."

Qi Ling laughed and hid behind the sofa.

Di Chu danced a dance and was so upset by the heat that he took off his clothes casually and fell directly on the sofa.He pointed at Qi Ling and said, "You fucking don't hide! I'll let you know what it means!"

"Damn it, let's fight, what the hell are you doing with your clothes off!"

Applying oil to Qi Ling's feet, he hurriedly slipped away, and the two circled around the tables, chairs and sofas in the studio.However, Di Chu's figure was also unbelievably good, and while running, Qi Ling cast a lustful glance at Di Chu.

It's so fucked up, I can only look but not touch, this feels like a fucking thief ascended to heaven.

"Hey, Dad, I was wrong, can you stop chasing him?" Qi Ling really couldn't bear Di Chu's shirtless shaking in front of him, making his legs weak, so he didn't have the strength to run away.

Qi Ling lay down on the sofa: "Hit, you can hit whatever you want, I count as killing you today!"

Di Chu stopped, seeing Qi Ling no longer resisting made his teeth itch.

What is the fight for?What's important is that both sides are burning with anger, and fists and nails don't have eyes.One party compromises, and the other party gets angry again, and it looks like that big red and blue idiot wearing pants.

Di Chu stopped, and couldn't find a place to spread the fire, and looked fiercely at Qi Ling who had succeeded in his scheme on the sofa.

Shaking his head, he picked up the clothes from the sofa.

"Fuck! Do the fucking hoop dance! Go! Go to the bookstore!"