memory castration

We lived in Yang Wenxiong's house for two days, and we swept away all the food we brought from our hometown, including the bean paste that Yang's mother had prepared for half a year.

On the day I reported at Yanling University, I was allocated a four-person dormitory, a thin white boy with glasses, a burly man, and a ghostly guy with no sense of presence.

After the military training, everyone in the dormitory got to know each other well, and I realized that I had entered a strange nest.

Gentle and fair, he is a gay, he speaks badly and behaves perversely, and often hooks up boys ostentatiously, regardless of whether the other party is straight or crooked, he will fall in love with him when he sees it.

The big Han people are not as rough as they appear on the surface. The only leisure entertainment in their spare time is watching pornographic movies. He watches them in the morning and evening, even during dinner. The people in the room were all regarded as lecherous demons and beasts, and they gave us room 601 a nickname called the prostitution cave.

The reason why the ghost has no sense of existence is because he seldom speaks, walks and does things quietly, likes to sit up and observe his roommates in the middle of the night, often talks about some inscrutable topics, and has a creepy demeanor.

About a month later, when I went back to the dormitory, I heard three people chatting, only to realize that I was also a freak in their eyes.

"Not only does that guy take a shower twice a day, he actually cleans his sneakers every week!"

"When I watched the military training, I never saw any abnormalities in him. Even when he was standing in a military posture, he never looked at the big girl next to him. Maybe he was gay."

"If it's really gay, it's impossible to escape my detection waves! But he actually locked the door while taking a shower. This matter is worth thinking about."

The three of them were sitting on the mat and talking vigorously, I cleared my throat and walked in, the ghost immediately urinated, the big man turned over the pornographic book solemnly, only the little boy stared at me and blinked fiercely.

After hesitating for a while, I handed out the bread in my hand, "This is from the owner of the bakery, do you want to eat it?"

After a moment of silence, the two jumped up and divided the bread, and the last one was snatched and swallowed by the ghost flushed out of the toilet.

"Wow, you haven't washed your hands yet!"

"It doesn't matter, if you eat it, you will pull it out sooner or later..."

It ended with the ghost being gang-beaten. This was my first time living in a dormitory. It opened my eyes and felt that everyone was interesting.

Dead Gay is an amateur hacker. He combed through the list of teachers and students in the school in two weeks, and created several qualification folders in the computer: eye-catching, hungry, possessive, and obscene... The photo files are complete and no one slips through the net. The fish, which even includes the uncle of the campus cleaner and the owner of the barbershop.

The ghost quietly turned on his computer while he was taking a shower, and successfully searched for the list of 601 roommates by name: Dahan, home garbage folder, ghost, novelty folder, Fang Yibai, obscenity folder... The three of us were all shocked up.

Dead Gay washes out in vain, with rosy complexion and eyes

Rippling, sloppy footsteps and even shortness of breath, anyone with a discerning eye can tell what a good thing this guy has done.His mind turned quickly, and he quickly sensed that the atmosphere was not right, and deduced the answer from the half-open computer.

The big man clacked his fingers, "Why am I in the junk data?"

Dead Gay said sternly: "It's not that you are bad, but that you are not my dish, and the things I don't want to eat are all rubbish to me."

The ghost complained: "Then why... am I in the novelty folder?"

Dead Gay crossed his hands in front of his chest, "There is a mirror behind, you can see for yourself."

Both of them lost the battle unwillingly, and stared at me with jealous and hateful eyes, "Why is Fang Yibai the obsessive type?"

"Him?" Dead Gay licked the corner of his mouth, "It's like a cake through the kitchen window. Although I don't know how it tastes, but it looks good... There is always an urge to try it."

"Hiss!" The two gasped at the same time, jumped over and patted me on the shoulder to comfort me, "Be vigilant at night, be sure to protect your chastity."

I laughed, "If I run into him being a beast, brother must uphold justice for me!"

There are tens of thousands of people in the dead gay folder, and most of them are joking in the usual chats, so I naturally don't take his jokes seriously.

Every night when we go to sleep, the ghost's gnashing of teeth and sleep talking are accompanied by us falling asleep.

Every morning when I open my eyes, I can see the big man on the opposite bed jerking off unconsciously.

Every day after taking a shower, there will be an extra so-called pornographic photo on the cell phone of the dead gay.

Two months later, I have completely gotten used to the life at Yanda University. My roommates in the prostitute cave are happy to get along, and my future is bright.

In November, Gay started to stay out frequently at night, and every time he came back, he would bring a big bag of snacks to reward us for the good management of the dormitory.

The big man couldn't hold back his curiosity, "Which one are you hooking up with now?"

Dead Gay couldn't hide his sweetness, "I'll let him treat you on Friday night, and then I'll let you see his true face, just don't be scared."

The big man said: "Who can scare us? Ah...could it be the principal?!"

"Damn, the principal is almost sixty, okay, thank you for thinking it out!"

"Stop fucking pretending, who doesn't know that the principal is also in your obscenity folder?"

"I just see that he is well maintained..."

……

While looking for information in the library, the phone suddenly buzzed, it was Yang Wenxiong.

I went out and pressed the answer button, "Hello!"

"Stop dragging your foreign language. Didn't you say that you would take time to come to my place to play after school started? Why is there no news until now?"

"Are you going to work on Saturday? I'll go to see you."

"Come over anytime, I'm free anytime."

I smiled and was about to speak when I saw a familiar figure standing in the glass window of the library, wearing a white shirt, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised at me.

Xiao Ziqi...how did he appear in Yanda?Dazedly said goodbye to Yang Wenxiong, then hung up the phone.

My mind went blank for a while, and then I suddenly remembered the fact that I knew him when I was 14 years old, and he had just finished the college entrance examination... In other words, he was only three years older than me. Could it be that he is still a student at Yanda University?

Before I regained consciousness, Xiao Ziqi had already walked out, put one hand in his pocket and smiled at me: "What a coincidence."

"Ah," I tousled my hair, "Why are you here?"

He verified my guess, "Now you should call me senior."

I nodded at him, "Senior, you are busy... I will go back first."

"Wait," he held my arm, and slowly breathed warm breath into my ears, "were you not very courageous before? Why do you run away when you see me now? Are you afraid?"

To be honest, I'm really a little scared. In Ninghai, we are all local snakes no matter what, but in Jiangcheng, where I'm not familiar with, I don't dare to easily offend anyone.

We walked side by side on the path in the forest, with fiery red dwarf maple trees growing on both sides. If it wasn't because Xiao Ziqi was walking with me, I should have enjoyed the comfortable time now.

Damn it, this person is indeed my nemesis, always showing up when I'm most careless.

Just when I was restless, he suddenly grabbed my finger, and I felt as if I was facing a big enemy, struggling to break free.

He stood still, and said in a low voice: "Xiaobai, you have been in Jiangcheng for so long, have you never thought of looking for me?"

"What are you looking for?" I asked puzzled.

He seemed to sigh, "Do you remember owe me something?"

Surprised by his hot and cold attitude, I slowed down a few beats, "What?"

"We once made a bet, if you say you lose, take off your clothes and show me once."

"Uh," it seems that there really was... I didn't expect that it had been a few years, but he still remembered it clearly.

"If you want to break the contract, I will go to the prostitution den to find you."

My luck was completely destroyed, and he even knew the nickname of our dormitory!After being stunned for a long time, I finally touched my nose and pretended to be generous: "Break the contract? As for... When do you want to watch it, just tell me!"

"Give me your phone number."

I wanted to recite a string of fake numbers to him casually, but I was afraid that he would be embarrassed to confirm it in person, so I finally said the real number.

He saved the number, put the phone directly into his pocket, and said casually, "Do you have time on the weekend?"

"No, I'm going to see a friend."

"Yang Wenxiong?"

I was surprised, "How do you know?"

Xiao Ziqi raised his eyebrows, and said with a pun: "This place can

It's Jiangcheng. "

I don't quite understand what he means. Does it mean that Jiangcheng is his territory, or that Yang Wenxiong is the only friend of mine here, but no matter which one it is, it is very uncomfortable for me. I hate being controlled and monitored.

"If it's okay, I'll go first. There are still many things to be done today."

"Please."

After walking a long way, I suddenly turned around, and he was still standing there motionless, with a fiery red maple next to him, making his white clothes elegant and clean, and his slender figure seemed to reveal a trace of indescribable loneliness.

I stopped watching, and my heart didn't have much ups and downs.

As far as feelings are concerned, in my concept, there should be clear latitude and longitude, likes and dislikes, without the slightest hesitation and intertwining, and even more so.

Gay, who died on Friday night, invited the members of the prostitute to go out to play. His so-called lover drove a car to pick us up. The car was parked near the school gate. Before I saw anyone, I saw the shining license plate number: 8888.