small death

eleven

Back then, I was lying on the bedside that day, flipping through a thick travel diary, "It's like a journal," he said, "Who would buy such a boring book?"

"I."

"That's pretty interesting."

"Satire."

Shi Hui turned over and put the book on his face, "Of course not..." His voice was long and soft, as if arguing with a child.

"But you can give me a little immature advice."

"Cut, it's a strange thing to be bored with surfing the Internet." Shi Hui jumped up from the bed, then went to get a picture frame from the shelf, "I did it for fun when I was traveling last time." He handed the picture frame to Li Xiangming.

It was a painting made of shells. In the painting was a calm coast, the back of a woman, and a lingering sunset.

"Let me guess what you were thinking, um, mother?"

"I don't know her well."

"Crush..."

Before Li Xiangming could finish speaking, Shi Hui interrupted him, "It's actually a woman passing by, her back looks right, it's as simple as that."

"boring."

"Life is inherently boring, sometimes it just looks interesting."

"The illusion of life."

"But people like to do it, and they're good at it."

"how about you?"

"Me? I choose 'death'" said back, making double quotation marks with his finger, he smiled and blinked, "What about you?"

"My life seems very boring," Li Xiangming said, "similar school, similar appearance, good job, decent salary, a beautiful girlfriend who can get married, a harmonious family and a predictable It’s too bad a future. Most of the unsatisfactory lives are mediocre and boring.” Li Xiangming said and then turned to Shihui, “But you can still expect surprises, for example, how do you say that when I met you, Xiao Quexing.”

"Fuck." Shi Hui seemed to be unable to stand such a statement, rolling his eyes while disdainful.

"Prejudice." Li Xiangming said.

"Routine." Shi Hui looked at Li Xiangming, "Is there any difference when using the same routine for different people?"

"surprise."

"experiment."

"up to you."

"Hopefully I'm not the control group."

"of course not."

Li Xiangming and Shi Hui began to try to kiss and make love.

In fact, Shi Hui came out of that shadow faster than Li Xiangming imagined, and he was also better at making love than Li Xiangming imagined.

He's like a doll made for sex' love.

Since being together with Shi Hui, Li Xiangming has unlocked many poses and plays in his life that he wanted to try but suffered from no one to "accompany".

They started making love day and night.

They seem to have conspired to create the entire universe, and they have never slept to do so.

Once, when Shi Hui was lying naked on the head of the bed holding a cigarette, he looked up at Li Xiangming walking over.

Li Xiangming put his hand on Shi Hui's naked buttocks, Shi Hui turned around and looked at Li Xiangming, he suddenly said, "One day, you woke up in the morning and found yourself as Gregor, the master of "Metamorphosis", At this time, you saw another Beetle, the real Beetle, you have to have sex with it." Shi Hui made a pose that simulated sexual intercourse, "Fortunately, you will get pleasure and use it as a born."

"It's such a big brain."

"So don't try to plug it in."

"I will remember." Li Xiangming smiled and pinched his buttocks back.

"A gigantic eight-legged insect that never stops." Shi Hui turned over and lay on Li Xiangming's lap.

"No, it's a quadruped."

Su Xiao disappeared, and Chen Fei's death seemed to reveal new doubts. Before Chen Fei and Cheng Yue's incident happened, Su Xiao and Chen Fei were engaged.

When Li Xiangming was cooking in the kitchen, he was chopping pork and asked Shi Hui, "Why do people have to get married?"

"You've chopped up the meat, Mr. Constable."

"Then eat dumplings."

"It's capricious."

"It's quite capricious."

"Arrogance because of human stupidity."

"Or biological instinct."

"No, the instinct is, like ours, pure sex' intercourse."

"No, we don't count, the instinct is to reproduce."

"Su Xiao said she was afraid of being alone. She was afraid when she was a child, so she pulled me in." Shi Hui leaned against the door and said in a low voice.

Li Xiangming's hand stopped suddenly, and he looked at Shi Hui with a shocked expression on his face.

"I'm a substitute, a successful substitute. Su Xiao is fine, don't look at me with such disgusting and serious eyes, maybe she is just tired and wants to go for a walk." Shi Hui said, sitting directly on the ground . "She's tired," he said.

After a long while, Shi Hui sighed, but his voice returned to his usual clarity, "Mr. Police, what shall we eat today?"

Last time, Shi Hui was also there, but it was different.At that time they were playing a game of sex, and Shihui was his dog, who knelt on the ground and asked him, "Master, what shall we eat?"

Shi Hui was scolded at that time, "You think Yuko can talk?"

Then Shi Hui knelt and walked over, bit Li Xiangming's trousers, and smiled mischievously.

"Make the dumpling wrappers within half an hour, or you'll be hungry."

"Then it's better to be hungry." Shi Hui waved his hand, nonchalantly.

"Okay, young master, you are idle, I'll come." Li Xiangming shook his head helplessly, self-reliant.

Shi Hui threw the chocolate in his hand to Li Xiangming, "You are especially sexy when you obey your instinct."

"Ass. Hey, by the way, won't you die if you eat this?" Li Xiangming took the chocolate and asked with a vicious smile.

"I've let you down, Mr. Police."

Shi Hui leaned there, stuffed the remaining half of chocolate into his mouth, the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled in, hit the half-new and half-old furniture, and hit the old clock, they were like a stone sculpture, motionless Yes, staring at the sunset.