A letter from a strange man

"Ah Hui, the chorus in your academy is not good, you have to think of a way, or your architecture department will not have a single program."

Meng Lixun looked at Zhang Hui with a helpless smile, and told her the content of the program she had just reviewed in the morning.

"Our academy has actually worked very hard, and they have been lining up for a long time for this male and female chorus."

Zhang Hui also smiled helplessly and stroked his forehead: "This may be our highest level."

Meng Lixun squeezed Zhang Hui's hand to express comfort, "Don't put too much pressure on you, the singing is still pretty good, but the format of the program is nothing new, but in the end, you can't let your theater have no programs, if it doesn't work Just go on like this."

"I'd better go back and talk about it, and see if anyone has any new ideas."

Zhang Hui went back to the department and held a small meeting with the department's student union, which was about the situation of their school's programs at the art festival.

Their original program was that a boy and a girl from their department sang Eason Chan's "Red Rose", but it was just a man and a woman singing dryly. Even if they sang well, it would be a bit embarrassing. It would be even more embarrassing if they had some people dancing behind them. up.

Zhang Hui was also very worried about how their program should be improved, and then a student from Guangdong in the student union of the college made a suggestion.

"Hey Zhang Shuai, you see, the tunes of "White Rose" and "Red Rose" are the same, that is, one is Mandarin version and the other is Cantonese version. If the two songs are sung one after the other, wouldn't it be more dramatic! "

Zhang Hui snapped his fingers and said to his classmates in Guangdong, "Old He, I think it's very good, cool!"

But another classmate raised a question: "But where can we find another classmate? Feng Xue's temperament must be a white rose. Where can we find a passionate red rose? And can Feng Xue sing Cantonese songs?"

Feng Xue was the girl who sang red roses before. At this time, Lao He raised his hand: "Cantonese is not a problem, a few words are easy to learn, and I can guide Feng Xue's pronunciation. This is not the main problem. The biggest problem at present is where to find red roses. Rose? There are only a few girls in our department, and I don’t think it’s okay..."

Zhang Hui's expression suddenly became meaningful, as if he was holding back a smile, and then he said with confidence: "It's okay, I probably already have a candidate for Red Rose in my heart, don't worry, everyone, I believe this year we will build The show must be very exciting, everyone, let's break up and go eat!"

Men's bed at night.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha Zhang Shuai, you really dare to think about it, and you can really think about it when I sing Red Rose in reverse! I admire it, little brother!"

Lin Xiyi rolled forward and backward with a smile, and Jiang Yishan couldn't help but be attracted by this thought and put down what he was doing to listen to them.

Zhang Hui looked at Lin Xiyi with his hands folded on his chest and said, "I remember you like Eason Chan, didn't you order "Red Rose" when we went out to sing, it's fine if we don't sing."

"Hahahahahaha Zhang Shuai, you really flattered me. I don't have any opinion. Anyway, it's not my eyes that are hot. Can I ask for a pole solo at the end? I've always wanted to try it hahaha!"

Jiang Yishan felt that he could see the decayed teeth through Lin Xiyi's wide grinning mouth. Jiang Yishan, a straight man of steel, imagined Lin Xiyi wearing a red skirt dancing pole dancing, and he suddenly felt a little stuck. But inexplicably looking forward to it? ?

Zhang Hui patted Lin Xiyi on the shoulder, and clapped his hands as if agreed between men, "No problem! Don't talk about pole dancing, even if you want to do flying dance, Zhang Hui will lend you a wire, that's all. Happy decision!"

Jiang Yishan had a look of disbelief: "It's not Zhang Shuai, how can you watch him mess around, this is the school art festival!"

Zhang Hui said it was no big deal and smiled: "It's okay, it's the Art Festival for college students, the most important thing is for students to have fun watching it."

After rehearsing for a long time, although Lin Xiyi was poor-mouthed, he was not sloppy in doing business. He watched a lot of videos and materials, and even teased Zhang Hui and Jiang Yishan all day long.

Zhang Hui didn't respond, he was quite happy watching, but Jiang Yishan was disgusted and stayed away from Lin Xiyi every day.

On the day of the actual performance, Lin Xiyi was wearing a red dress, Feng Xue was wearing a white dress, and the two of them had a sentence and wandered around the male protagonist who played the scumbag.

When it was the turn of the white rose to sing, the scumbag was dealing with the red rose, and when it was the turn of the red rose to sing, the scumbag was dancing with the white rose.

Don't say that Lin Xiyi is really a showman, Zhang Hui's vision is indeed right. Lin Xiyi is sometimes charming and depressing, and is more eye-catching than Feng Xue who is serious about singing. In the end, his pole solo dance ignited the atmosphere to a climax.

The boys were shouting for him, the girls were screaming for him, not to mention that Lin Xiyi danced really well, according to him, it was because he watched too much. When he was young, there was a disco next to his house, and he was very happy when passing by. I love to watch it, but every time my mother grabs it by the ear and carries it home.

Rumors of Lin Xiyi's "Li Sao" were widely circulated that night. Even if no one knew his literary name, when it came to art festivals, everyone knew about pole dancing.

The program of the Department of Architecture won the Best Popularity Award that day. Although it lost to the patriotic stage play In the name of the Republic, it still won the silver trophy. This is the only trophy in the art festival of the Department of Architecture in the past ten years.

That night everyone went to the bar to celebrate, and everyone drank a lot of wine happily. Meng Lixun was leaning on Zhang Hui's arms, and Zhang Hui was drank a lot of wine by Lin Xiyi, and he was a little confused.

Because the bar was underground, the corridor leading to the bathroom was narrow and dark, and when he wanted to go to the bathroom, he felt someone bump into his arms.

He looked down but couldn't see the man's face clearly, just when he was about to straighten the man who was obviously drunk, he suddenly felt a heat on his mouth, and the man's lips pressed against his.

Zhang Hui was taken aback, but his first reaction was to push the drunk man away, but when his hand just touched the shoulder of the man who was shorter than him, the man's hand suddenly wrapped around his Waist, his undefended lips and teeth were pried open by the other party's tongue, and in addition to the smell of wine, there was a hint of sweetness in his mouth.

Zhang Hui was stunned, his spine was a little numb, and an itching passed through his spinal cord.

He has always been upright and upright.

His family education was a high-quality gentleman education, and he never thought that he would kiss a stranger in such a dark, dark and damp alley.

And he tasted a taste that he had never tried before, that kind of numbness that shocked him that he had never had before, and the danger tempted him.

He blamed it on the alcohol, which he had drunk too much for his fascination with such thrills and dangers.

He pushed the opponent against the wall with his refusal hand, he bit the opponent's lip in reverse, his tongue penetrated into the opponent's lip and stirred indiscriminately.

He felt so crazy, so crazy that his brain was numb, half of him was sinking, and the other half was awake, watching himself sinking soberly.

He felt the body in his arms trembling, as if his legs could no longer stand up, Zhang Hui lifted his legs and put them around his waist, randomly pushed open a toilet cubicle, and pushed him away pushed in.

With the help of the extremely dim light, he could clearly see the other party's snow-white side profile and a bulge on his neck. Instinctively, he should push him away, but the other party's lips curled up and kissed him again.

The opponent's legs were still around his waist, and his body was very light and soft, so Zhang Hui didn't recognize it as a boy at first.

The bodies of the two of them became tighter and tighter, Zhang Hui knew it was wrong, everything was chaotic, but the impulse he had never had before dominated him and he lost his usual rationality.

With unprecedented impatience, he put the other party on the toilet, unbuttoned his pants, and pressed the long-exploded nipples against the other party's lips.

From top to bottom, he could only see the top of the other's black hair and thick eyelashes. He tentatively stretched out his tongue and licked Zhang Hui's top, but Zhang Hui pushed the hair into the other's hair uncontrollably again. mouth.

He heard the other party grunt, and as he went out with some urgency, he moaned in pain.

Zhang Hui felt hotter and hotter, he didn't know how to relieve the inexplicable sudden burning, he could only keep moving.

His fingers pressed the opponent's head, and inserted into the slippery hair, he continued to fuck and penetrate, he could even hear the faint retching sound of the opponent, but he couldn't stop, he couldn't stop.

At the moment of his orgasm, from the numbness of Tianlinggai all the way to the tailbone, he felt that his constant panting could not relieve the extreme pleasure.

His fingers were still clutching the drenched hair of the person below him, and he felt the trembling body of the other person.

After he gradually regained his composure, he suddenly felt a little scared, and he wanted to ask him: "Are you okay?"

Before he could say anything, Liu Duo was pushed out of the door by the other party, and then he heard the sound of the door being locked.

Zhang Hui didn't even have time to put on his pants, he felt that the other party should have used all his remaining strength to push him out, but fortunately there was no one in the toilet, so he quickly tidied up his clothes.

Just as he was about to knock on the door and ask again, he heard a hoarse voice from inside: "You go."

Zhang Hui couldn't remember how he got back to their booth, and he heard Meng Lixun asking him softly, "Why have you been there for so long?"

He heard him say in a voice that was unfamiliar to him: "I met a drunk man, and I mistook him for a while."

This is the first time he lied.

When he went back to bed that night, his spinal cord was numb. He didn't remember what that person looked like, but he remembered that kind of happiness, a joy he had never experienced before.

When he and Meng Lixun were together, he was gentle and considerate in any physical contact, and he respected her.

And what happened just now, like a pervert, he repeatedly ravaged men who were obviously weaker than him, and he did some beastly things like a lowest-level animal.

He is not gay, but he has a desire for male bodies. He not only has doubts about his sexuality, but also doubts about himself as a whole.

After that day, he always felt that some subtle changes had taken place in his relationship with Meng Lixun.

It may be that a woman's natural sensitivity felt something, and Zhang Hui could no longer ignore the despicable elements of his personality that he had been trying to hide before.

So he paid more attention and care, and he treated Meng Lixun with more respect and care.

Until the day of the breakup, it was Meng Lixun who brought it up, and she said to Zhang Hui: "I feel that I am not the one you really love."

It was Zhang Hui who was facing the dilemma of getting a job and going abroad for further study. Meng Lixun was the best partner, and he couldn't find any faults. He even went on and on like this.

But at the moment when Meng Lixun mentioned breaking up, apart from regret for the past years and the end of this relationship, he didn't have the slightest thought of staying.

Meng Lixun later said to him: "I still had certain fantasies. I thought you would love me a little bit. When you didn't keep me, I knew that our relationship was completely over and my love was dead. gone."

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Two more!This chapter is a bit irritating (wiping nosebleeds)