REMIX

This is a domestic horror film that is so ugly that it makes people angry.

Its content is an ingenious buyer's show compared to the posters that are not too eye-catching.

The whole process is full of screams and mysteries. I can imagine how much sacrifice it has made to pass the review. The witty audience is not so tolerant of many plots that insult IQ, and boos can often be heard.

But I didn't have a single complaint from start to finish.

Because my boyfriend kissed me right before the movie started and the lights went out.

Sitting in the last row of the screening hall, the first two rows are empty, and the audience is sparsely scattered. It can be seen that there are not many audiences who choose this bad movie with aesthetic abnormalities like us.But it doesn't matter, we didn't make a special trip to see the movie.

As long as you are with him, what you do is secondary.Emphasis on participation.

During the whole nonsense movie, whenever there was a "scary" scene, he would turn his head and kiss me, sometimes blocking it with a popcorn box, and the kiss would taste like creme brulee, and sometimes the shot would be longer, and the kiss would be too will be extended accordingly.

We all love games like this.

So when the show ended, I couldn't remember what I watched, what the ghost looked like, and how it ended. My mind was completely occupied by the lingering touch of the kiss. I forgive myself for being narrow-minded. My heart is so big. I can't tolerate anything that has nothing to do with him.

Walking in the aisle of the back door of the movie theater, a student couple from the same school passed us, and he asked me, what do you think of the heroine.

Excuse me, did you still see it?

And when he saw my dumbfounded look, he seemed to expect that I would not be able to answer, rubbed the tip of his nose with the back of his hand, and said solemnly, at least the heroine is in good shape, because of me, he only watched those few minutes of sex scenes...

Not far from the cinema, I suddenly received a call from Li Xing.

"Where are you?"

My heart said that it was broken, if I don't come sooner or later, it's time to come.

"The thing is like this." He coughed, "Do you remember that the idiot Wang in the dormitory opposite us fell in love with a girl from my girlfriend's dormitory?"

Shazi Wang is a well-known [-] in our men's dormitory. He likes to wear undershirts, shorts and shorts with his hands behind his back to visit from house to house, like an old cadre going to the countryside to give condolences.I wanted to laugh when I heard it, "I remember, why?"

"The big fool insisted on inviting that girl to dinner, and the two of them can't save face when they get along alone. It's useless... Let's say that we invite people from the dormitories on both sides to get together. There are six girls in a room. There are big fools here. You and the watering can, Uncle Yu and Yiliang are not here, so hurry back."

I glanced at Gong Junye disconcertedly, "I still have a family member with me."

"It doesn't matter." He laughed slyly, probably thinking it was my girlfriend, "I'll take it with you, and we'll have a meal."

"...It's a man." I made up words on the spot, "Uh, my distant cousin, who is a few years older than us, came to pick me up today."

"Oh, I'm afraid that the yin will flourish and the yang will decline, so bring me here."

Gong Junye looked at me and laughed, my hand slipped off his body, and he took it in his hand, only daring to stay in the palm of my heart for a few seconds.I asked my supposedly distant cousin, "Would you mind joining my new friend...to try the canteen cuisine."

I'm not interested in girls, and if he doesn't like it, I'll just say no.

I swear I'll give sex more than friends this time.

As he thought, he peeled another pearl and stuffed it into his mouth, this time it smelled of soda.

He said, "Go if it's your friend."

I let go of the hand covering the microphone and said, "Okay, let's go."

"That's really interesting, fool Wang said he was treating guests." Li Xing snapped his fingers, and gave the order concisely, "On the first floor of the cafeteria, at the west door, eat hot pot."

After hanging up the phone, the two of us temporarily changed the direction back to the boys' dormitory and walked to the cafeteria.Walking slowly on the road, I asked him for the crumpled colored sugar wrapper, staring at the cartoon pattern that was pushed open with my fingers.

We have only been together for more than three months, neither long nor short, I remember it all.It is human nature to like someone and want to announce his identity in one's circle.But Xia Jie and I dare not talk about this, let alone my new classmates who are half-baked.

I am not fully sure that the people around me will accept me and all of me unconditionally, and I am not qualified to make such demands on those who love me or not, and I do not want to risk this relationship.

The hotpot shop has its own frontage, and the two of us went there and saw Li Xing and Wang Dafool ​​ordering food there, and Li Xing had a cigarette pinned to his ear.

The air conditioner was blowing the smell of spices, and the girls at the other end were all sitting in a row at a long table, next to Li Xing's new girlfriend, whom Yu Can and I always called her sister-in-law as a joke.She stood up and called me, "Xia Xi, this way!"

I walked halfway, and saw Gong Junye's silhouette through the glass wall of the store, with a harmless and innocent face.

"Let me introduce," I tilted my head when I pulled out the chair and sat down, "This is my brother."

"It doesn't look like it at all!" the sister-in-law yelled.

The people who came were all seated, and they had to wait for a while before leaving the meal. Everyone chatted around the lettuce and the pot of spicy oil that hadn't boiled.The girls from the management department were not timid, and the conversation never stopped. A courageous girl took the lead and teased, "Brother, what do you do?"

He is very modest, "he is engaged in bond finance."

My hands trembled, and I had to pry open a can of herbal tea with a "bang" and push it in front of him.

The girl giggled, "Do you have a date?"

The sisters next to her pushed her back and forth in disgust, Gong Junye leaned on the back of the chair, holding herbal tea in one hand, and seemingly unintentionally smoothed my recently trimmed hair with the other hand, "Yes."

"Cut—" They were very disappointed.

Today he was wearing a gun-gray shirt, Oxford shoes, and trousers that made his legs look long. His daily appearance was light and familiar, and he spoke softly. No one could see the tattoo under his sleeve, what it represented, and no one cared about it.

I wasn't too hungry, so I put the boiled mutton into Gong Junye's bowl, and he whispered in my ear amidst the billowing white smoke, "Am I behaving well?"

"Okay." I blew on the duck blood poked on the chopsticks, "You are so good."

"Well," he pinched the back of my neck, "remember to reward me when you go back."

I think he's playing tricks on me.