Drunk Death Dangtu [Original Version]

I know the big star Gu Yao, and this matter has to start with Wang Xuejing, an old lady.

I have learned modern dance since I was a child, and other dances are also similar. At the age of 13, I met a dancer who is famous overseas by chance. Everyone respectfully called her "Teacher Xuejing", but I called her "Xianjie" in the open, and "Lao Niangpi" behind my back.

When she was young, Pi looked very much like Wang Zuxian. This is a well-known fact. Even though she should be over forty now, she still looks magnificent, like a red peony thorn on a green satin, which is grand and eye-catching.She has been hiding her real age from the outside world, and I don't know when she will die, so whenever I introduce her to others, I always start with the words "unknown birth and death".

The old woman has a strong temper, she relies on her beauty and talent, she neither knows how to flatter her boss nor even bothers to snuggle up with her peers, so she offends many people, and her days become more and more unsatisfactory. After the age of 40, she was kicked out of the stage by younger women, so she had to earn a little money by teaching students to dance.

At that time, there were quite a few children learning modern dance at Lao Niangpi's place with me. When we met for the first time, Lao Niangpi asked everyone solemnly, why dance?

For fame, for profit, for cultivating sentiments, for honoring the lintel... Some people's answers are particularly dreamy, some people's answers are particularly realistic, some people's answers are particularly noble, and some people's answers are particularly wretched.

She asked me, why are you dancing?

I said that dancers are flexible and can do things that others cannot.

What do you want to do that others can't do?

I want to give myself a mouth.

... Maybe this kind of unpretentious answer satisfied her intentions. Since then, my old lady has treated me differently and practiced me to death every day. I wish I could give up everything in a day, and I have to be born again in a day. Swallow to death, eat all her abilities.

The two dances she is most proud of in her life, one is "Practicing Berber" completed in cooperation with a German modern dance master, and the other is "Drunken and Dangtu", which she choreographed herself.

I was so good at the first dance that I often made the audience cry, but I couldn't learn the latter one.Dancers pay attention to the realm of "dancing and me being one", but I can't do it.

I told my old lady Pi that I especially hate alcoholics, even if Taibai has the talent of "sell wine and whoever", in my eyes, he is just the fat man with no masculinity in the Chinese textbook.

At that time, the candidate shows were not as numerous as they are now. If a dancer wants to stand out, he has to participate in the National TV Grand Prix for Young Dancers held every two years.The "Youth Dance Competition" I participated in was No.17, and the final venue was arranged in Guangzhou. It was my first time to fly on a plane, and I brought gargles, slippers, a change of underwear, and my dad secretly put them in my pocket. Two tea eggs and one burning ambition.

Before the start of the official competition, there will be a selection match, which will not be broadcast live on TV, but will only be edited and reviewed in the form of tidbits.

I'm a bit of a madman, I've never seen such a big stage, so many audiences, I danced a part of "Practice Berber" during the trial, the dance was less than 7 minutes, and in those 7 minutes, I I forgot that I was a lili grass crawling close to the ground, I rode the wind upwards, and came to the end of all hardships. My flesh and blood were cast on the stage, and my soul floated thousands of miles away.

After the dance, I was already sweating and prostrating, and the applause from the audience was like thunder, and it exploded over and over again. I had to bow to the audience over and over again to take the curtain call.

I always remember that I had a total of six curtain calls that night.

Later, my mother told me that when I was dancing on stage, she was crying in the audience, and then she found that the judges were crying too.

But the name "Yuan Luobing" was not included in the list of finalists announced at last.

In the literary and art circle where "connections are productivity", my old lady Pi and I were struck by lightning, running around, and finally found a little relationship eight feet away, and met a leader of the organizer as we wished.

I heard my old lady arguing with that person, she said, you also saw the audience's reaction, how well he danced!She repeated one sentence, how well he dances!

The man replied, yes, it was a good dance.Not only is he a good dancer, but he also looks good. This kid was born for the stage, and he shines brilliantly as soon as he takes the stage.But no, the champion has already been determined by default, and someone threw a sum of money to support a girl who also participated in the competition.

top three.It stands to reason that the old lady Pi is a very real person, and she can't catch her eyes if she is the first one, but this time she unexpectedly succumbed to the softness for the first time, and said to the man, this child is really difficult, and it is not easy to keep dancing. Give him a chance, even if we don't take the first place, we can still take the top three.

The man shook his head, you are blind if you can't be an audience all over the country, who will watch other contestants when this kid dances.After the broadcast, some people will definitely say that it is a shady scene. Isn't this just asking for trouble for yourself?Anyway, he is still young, so he has to wait two years for a competition, come back in two years.

The old lady couldn't compete with the man, but she fought and gave way, and kept lowering into the dust.

In the end, that person couldn't take it anymore. He looked at me with pity and disgust, and said, the list of finalists has already been released, and it is impossible to change it.How about this, I'll discuss it with the investor to see if I can compensate the child for a sum of money.

Seeing that everything was irreversible, the old lady smoothed the shallow folds of the cheongsam, tears welled up in her eyes, but she smiled like a famous lady in the city, and she was charming. She said, if we are not allowed to participate in the competition, we will not want the money up.

It wasn't even counted as running with him, so he went home after warming up.

My old lady and I nestled in the canteen near the train station and watched the replays before the official game in front of a six-inch TV. Really, the shots were cut cleanly, not even a single profile of me.

When we went, we were full of spirits and bought air tickets extravagantly. We only had money to buy hard seats for the return trip.I almost got my hemorrhoids out of the hard seat for more than [-] hours. I finally couldn't bear it anymore, and I couldn't stop cursing as soon as I opened my voice. You prodigal old woman, you don't want money, I want it!You have long hair but short knowledge, no wonder no man has been willing to accept you!It's all right now, I washed my butthole to make it more juicy than Tao Qian's chrysanthemum, but was stabbed into the rectum with a mallet, whoring for nothing!

The old lady didn't even look at me, she closed her eyes and put on a face of "the only way is to fight, why regret it".After I had made enough noise, she asked me, are you still dancing?

In a daze, I thought I heard it wrong. Her voice was timid, extremely unconfident, and unheard of.

Stop dancing, my dad's health is getting worse and worse, I can't wait two years.I answered very frankly, smiled and told my old lady, this time is not empty-handed, at least I think I understand two truths, one is that boys dance too sissy; Become a master.

The 40-year-old mother burst into tears suddenly, tears pattering like a little girl.

I was dumbfounded when she cried, and I didn't know how to persuade her, so I had to pretend to be deaf and dumb, and turned my face out of the car window.

The sky outside quickly turned dark, the moon was bright and dark, and the inside of the carriage was also mottled. My old lady was tired from crying, she tilted her head to my shoulder, and slowly fell asleep.In order to prevent her from catching a cold and waking her up, I carefully took off my coat and covered her, and I curled up in a ball on the seat, shivering.

Amidst the ups and downs of snoring, I touched my heart, and there was an ice lump inside, which was solidly frozen.

I left my dream of being born out of nowhere in Guangzhou, and followed the train all the way north.

It's so cold in the north.

Talking far away, now let's talk about looking back.

As mentioned earlier, I eat hundreds of meals and do all kinds of jobs.Because my dad suddenly fell ill again, I replaced him to deliver food to a few students.That was the first time I entered a university campus, and it was still a well-known drama school. I was mixed among a group of beautiful boys and girls who gathered together but couldn't get used to each other. All feel fresh, looking at living things, no matter male, female, old or young, it is not eye-catching.

A university is a university, and the air smells like a book.I was wandering around the campus, just in time for the warm and sunny autumn and the rustling leaves, I couldn’t help but get angry, dropped the takeaway in my hand, took a stride in the air, and after a series of big jumps, I made a dance movement of spreading my arms and flying ——I believe I canfly.

Some unkind eyes glanced over.Whether they think I'm crazy or not.

As soon as my toes touched the ground, a man came head-on—half a head taller than me, very handsome.I was riveted in place, unable to move, and met him with my eyes. The one who came was gentle, and the one who went was not kind. After more than ten seconds, I was unable to resist, and I was completely killed in his eyes like spring wind and rain.

Of course I recognized this well-known face. He is an elite in the workplace, a rich man in the Republic of China, a green forest hero who robs the rich and helps the poor, and a gangster undercover who licks blood with knife-edge. I especially like that character, who often shows off his muscles shirtless. It's specially made for us gays to flirt.

I know from the entertainment news that this person is Gu Yao, and he not only knows how to act, but also stayed in school to teach after graduating from graduate school.

"Okay, good foundation!" Gu Yao showed his white teeth and smiled at me.That smile was extraordinary, like a bean burning in the darkness, it was warm and bright, killing all directions.

"Also... let's do it." A heart staggered inexplicably, bumping wildly in the cavity, and his hands were at a loss as to where to put them.

"Want to act?"

"Do you have any money?"

Facing the inappropriate and stupid words I asked, Gu Yao laughed outrageously again, this man is so handsome and dares to laugh so stupidly, he is like a hotbed of desire, waving at you.For some reason, I remembered a pair of male dogs I saw in the community two days ago—their penis swelled, panting, chasing and biting each other for a long time, one of them suddenly landed on the back of the other— —I think one of them is very similar to me, in other words, I also want to lie on Gu Yao's back.

"I still lack a role in a new play, and I need someone like you who can dance." He asked me with a smile, "How about it, do you want to act?"

"I can't act. I haven't studied acting."

"That's not a problem, I can give you a seat in my class."

I love to take advantage by nature, and when I see the other person is kind, it is inevitable that I will make an inch of it: "Before I promise you, can you also promise me one thing?"

Gu Yao was puzzled: "What?"

"I want to take a photo with you..." Relieved from the fancy thoughts, I smiled at him as nicely as I could, with a pair of crescent eyes bent and a pure face.

"Bring your phone, here." Gu Yao slid over my shoulder, and took the initiative to put his cheek to my cheek, and took a very intimate group photo.Then he lowered his head and fiddled with my mobile phone, entered a number, and told me to contact his agent when I had time.

"I still have something to do, so I have to go first." Gu Yao had already turned around, but turned around after walking a few steps, and stretched out his little finger towards me. The 1.8-meter tall man made a "pull hook" gesture to me from the air, and then smiled and said, I must come, I will wait for you.

On the same day, I printed out the photo of Gu Yao and me, and when I got home, I plunged into my room of less than six square meters, and immediately returned to the forest with my legs down, lying on the bed and masturbating while looking at his photo.

Holding Gu Yao's photo in front of my eyes, I touched the front door of my jeans with one hand, pressed it gently, and called out to the handsome smiling face in the photo: "Master."

The other party responded to my hallucination, and the tiger in the crotch became even stronger, pressing against the trousers door with a bit of pain.I was fascinated by the pleasure of self-torture, deliberately slowed down the pace of action, and only rubbed the two pouches through the hard fabric of the jeans, until there was nowhere on the whole body that was not itchy, and even the zipper in front of the trousers door could not be stretched.

Quietly sent one hand to touch, only to find that the underwear was already soaked, and it was worth twisting.

"Grandpa, type it out..."

I've fantasized about Gu Yao masturbating before, but it's never been so vivid like today, as if the big living person is right in front of my eyes.After thinking about it like this, he felt that the pants were in the way, so he took them off completely, and let the hot guy stick out the bottom of his legs.

Unexpectedly, when the cold wind blows, the tiger under its crotch suddenly turns into a live snake.

As a last resort, I had no choice but to hold his head to stop him from attacking, and yelled twice more in a low voice.

I look like a little boy with fine skin and tender flesh, but the skin on the palm is as rough as sandpaper.The smooth stem was polished by my fingers, and the blood rushed to the top of the crown immediately, the fleshy tendons were raised, and drops of lewd juice slipped from between the fingers.

Taking another look at Gu Yao's handsome features, I put the photo in my mouth, closed my eyes, and freed one hand to touch my nipples.The force under the finger was too strong, and the pinched thing was hard and painful, but the stem under the crotch was vigorous, and the pleasure was stronger than ever before.

The big one of Kuixing in the sky illuminates my slippery fingers.The wooden bed creaked and creaked, and the horse's eyes shone and shone.

I have read many obscene books or chapters, the best written by the foreigner Gao Peiluo, and the worst written by the Chinese Liang Yusheng.It’s not the same as me at this moment, my left hand is Qing’er, and my right hand is San’er. I “sympathize with each other” with them, and we can achieve the “great harmony of life” together—and watch the penis under the moon suddenly tremble, and the essence is closed by itself. Let go, and the horse's eyes will reveal juice. Seriously, the children and grandchildren will be infinitely scarce.

After the ejaculation, the blood calmed down a bit, and the body became a little colder, and brought back the drifting Hun'er, only to realize that he was in heat just now, which was ugly as hell.

"Who's your father? What's a blind dick thinking?" I'm actually a shameless person with a sloppy face. After scolding myself, I took the photo to cover my eyes, slightly covering my hot cheeks, Hold the limp cock for a while and giggle.

I thought of what Gu Yao said to me, but I didn't read the meaning of being famous from those words. I want to buy my dad a big house and give him a stable life; I want my old lady to return to the stage and give her A piece of "Drunk Dead Dang Tu"; I want to hang my head high and crabs in college, hang shoulders with the best girls, and go out fishing together.

These are my desires by the window, and these are also my vows before the Buddha.

Thinking about it, I felt that it was a good thing to cut melons and eat the flesh in the dog days, so I laughed even more stupidly, and my eyes were wet.

When Gu Yao was the object of his sexual fantasy, he vented quite happily every time, but the final scene didn't work out.My artistic dreams are the same as those of my children and grandchildren who ran all the way through the seminiferous tube and squirted the horse's eye. They died in the south, and they died on the sheets.