Rational derailment

The palm clasping Wu Si's wrist slowly stretched forward, forcibly inserted into his palm, and the fingers interlocked.Miller didn't answer right away, as if he was thinking about something, and he also didn't look away from Wu Si, who just looked at him without being anxious after asking the question.

"I didn't think about what I was going to do, but I was stuck in my thoughts and wanted to talk to someone." Indeed, when Miller grabbed Wu Si and left him behind, he didn't think about what he wanted to do, if he didn't have that idea , Not really, it's not just that idea.

Without pulling away the hand being held, Wu Si leaned forward a little and got closer to Miller, but since he was standing and Miller was sitting, he somewhat had an advantage in height, "If you want Talking about the movie, you have other thoughts and you can’t concentrate on it. And if you want to relax and keep the movie in your mind, you won’t be able to relax.”

So, either focus on the discussion, or let it go and relax.

What are your options?Wu Si signaled Miller to make a choice with his eyes.

The fact is true, often the result of wanting to do both things is that nothing can be done well.In fact, there is no need to choose the answer at all. Miller just wants to relax, so he wants to chat with Wu Si. As for the movie, he doesn't think it can be broken by him and Wu Si working together. People ponder.

"Well, only the latter."

"Well, then leave it to me." When Wu Si said this, he leaned back hard and pulled Miller up from the chair.

What?Miller was taken aback, what do you mean by leaving it to you?And because he was unprepared, his body was instinctively pulled up by Wu Si and pulled towards the bed. The posture was somewhat frightening, not to say that being pulled into bed by someone was scary, but being pulled into bed by Wu Si was somewhat nervous. Miller couldn't predict what he was going to do.

And at the moment when he lost his mind, he was pushed down on the bed, not lying on his back, but his head was slapped on the pillow, and he fell down in a large font. The next second, a strong pressure on his lower back, Wu Si actually sat on his waist!Miller's hairs stood on end, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat. What does this guy want to do?

When Wu Si's palm pressed Miller's stiff shoulders skillfully, the comfortable feeling spread from his fingertips to every nerve, and Miller almost groaned. All fatigue is eliminated from the body.

It turned out that this was what he was referring to as relaxation, and handing it over to him meant that he would relax for himself.While Miller breathed a sigh of relief, his body became more relaxed, and the strength exerted on the pajamas seemed to be gone to the bone.

Wu Si helped Miller massage his back like this, "I used to have a friend whose posture was wrong when looking at the computer, his shoulders and neck were stiff, and he was like an old man at a young age, so he learned a little massage technique at that time, which was not very professional. But it's good for relaxing."

It's a very natural conversation, Miller doesn't know why Wu Si said this sentence, it seems to explain the reason why he knows how to massage, and take it away to resolve the embarrassment of silence?It’s just that this sentence makes people curious. What kind of friend would you learn massage just for his stiff shoulder and neck?

"The last time you were drunk, you were also very experienced." That time, Miller was directly pressed to sleep. It was really comfortable, and his head, which was originally swollen with pain, was also tidied up.

"There are too many people who indulge themselves, and they often blame others irresponsibly when they are drunk. This is also the way to save themselves." If you don't learn head massage, you will be tossed all night.

Slightly narrowing his eyes, Wu Si kneaded his fingers moderately, and inadvertently appeared in his mind that it was the middle of the night two days before the exam, and a makeshift person like Jing Mo was naturally driving the midnight oil. Waking up with a scream, I saw the guy clutching his neck with a pained look on his face, and said to himself, it's over, it's over, his neck is sprained.

After that time, I have to grab that guy and massage him for an hour every week. When the stiff shoulders are gradually softened by my own efforts, I feel a sense of accomplishment. Now, his wife will do this for him ?

"What about you? Have you ever indulged?" It seemed that he could feel the depression of the people behind him, but because his head was pressed against the pillow, Miller couldn't see Wu Si's expression.

"After all, I was young, how could I not."

It was one afternoon in the second year of high school, Jing Mo happily brought his girlfriend to the dormitory and introduced him to himself.Wu Si no longer remembered what his reaction was at that time. The thunderbolt from the blue sky had not yet been digested, and under Jing Mo's constant eye gestures, he fled the dormitory, leaving space for the two of them to communicate.

That day, I went to the bar by myself. From afternoon to night, Wu Si didn't remember how much he drank. The only thing that was certain was that it was the most excessive time. In the end, Wu Si didn't even know whether he had paid the bill or not. , was almost abducted into the hotel.Although it wasn't the first time a roommate had sex with someone, it was the only time that he didn't even see the other person's face clearly.

When I woke up the next day, the man had already left. It was a four-star hotel, not an express hotel. There were a few used condoms in the trash can, indicating that there was no danger.Drunkenness and indulgence, the price of this indulgence, it took Wu Si a full three hours to ensure that he could walk out of the hotel instead of leaning against the wall and standing upright.

The two chatted one sentence after another, pressing from the shoulders and neck to the back waist, and then back to the head from the back waist. The current posture is that Wu Si is sitting on the bed, leaning on the mattress, Miller's head Lying on his lap, Wu Si's fingers massaged his temples.

The lowered eyes are not so much looking at Miller, but rather looking at the past, and the expression on his face is also a kind of heart-wrenching loneliness, with forbearance, strength, and hard work trying to be an inappropriate person. It doesn't matter what happened.

It was also because Wu Si's attention was not on Miller, so he didn't even notice that he had been staring at his face for a long time.That funny scarf was still around his neck, but Wu Si didn't think he was hot. The lie of spraining his neck was covered up very well, and no one around him expressed any objection.

After touching the scarf with his fingers, he exerted a little force to call the distracted man's attention back.

Wu Si was puzzled, and asked with his eyes what the man who stretched out his hand to touch his neck meant, but Miller's answer was to press Wu Si's head down with a little force, and replied before his lips touched, "Since it is If you sprain your neck, it won't heal within a month or two."

Then, he kissed her.