Louis

But after getting along for a long time, I found that Louis and I have a lot in common. We don't like Hemingway, the Hemingway who wrote "The Old Man and the Sea".At the same time, we chatted not bad, chatting about 4 novels a week.

"How about The Lover?"

"I love it so much."

"What about StoryOfO?"

"Hey, you really know me, my favorite."

And countless porn magazines.

"French models are nice, Asian models are adorable. But women with red hair and green eyes are my thing."

"Louis..."

Louis would cut out the models he liked in pornographic magazines, and he had a special leather book filled with pornographic women of different skin colors.And me, poor me, Louis went to the red light district to buy gay movies for me.Whenever I get the black tote, I think, how does he have so many suppliers?In addition, Louis's peculiarities and shortcomings are countless.He doesn't like plants. He twists cigarette butts on the plants I have carefully raised. Peonies, orchids, and roses are all scarred.He used a broken tape recorder to record pornographic novels or weird things he read aloud.The most unbearable thing is that Louis took the woman home. No matter how good the sound insulation is, I can still hear the woman's voice in Louis' bedroom anytime, anywhere.One night, I was watching Zweig's "The Fall of a Heart" in bed, and there was a woman screaming loudly next door.I got up and walked to Louis' door, intending to knock on the door to warn him, but before my hand touched the door, Louis opened the door with a cigarette in his mouth: "Hi, good evening. What are you doing?"

"I'm going to drink water."

"Oh, me too." Louis walked past me to the kitchen and poured himself a glass of whiskey, asked if I wanted it, and I said no.Unfortunately, Louis drank it all by himself, and rinsed his mouth with the wine.I pour myself a glass of water: "Louis, we should talk." "What?"

Hmm... I didn't think about it either. "You and your...girlfriend are too loud. I can't sleep."

"Sorry, there won't be a next time." Louis put down the glass and walked back to the room.Since then, the time Louis spends returning to the apartment has been reduced by a third.Of course, this does not affect me squatting in the bedroom to write manuscripts.

My job was to write articles for magazines, and at the same time I wrote fiction and the occasional whimsical story for pornographic magazines.As for Louis, he is simply a killer in the service industry. He goes to the amusement park on weekends to act as a Mickey Mouse doll, takes pictures with children, and sometimes scares people in haunted houses.When he was in a haunted house, he would chase people and never let them go, scaring the children to cry.And when he was photographed wearing a Mickey Mouse costume, he deliberately made rough and obscene gestures.But from Mondays to Fridays, Lewis writes book reviews online instead of horror.One Thursday morning, Louis was reviewing books in the living room, and I was writing a novel across from him.He suddenly called me; "What do you think of "Printed Butterfly" which is on the top of the book list this week?"

It was a book by a novice author, and I couldn't appreciate it: "Garbage. Bad metaphors, false rhetoric, language blockage. It's just a trash can."

"That's what I thought too. I've never seen such a bad novel. The publisher fucked him? Just kidding, because his dad is the boss of something, a fat old man who smokes marijuana. Haha." Louis rolled his eyes and turned his notebook The computer turned around to show me.This is definitely the most disgusting, vicious book review I've seen written by Lewis, Louis compares this book to various... .Louis said proudly: "It just so happens that his novel agent wants me to write a few words of praise for this bullshit." As he spoke, Louis stretched out his hand and pressed Enter.

It took a long time for him to disappear, and the time we spent chatting about literature passed quickly.I always thought I was suffering from fast and slow time symptoms.

This was the case until the time we went to the beach.

One day, Louis proposed to go swimming in the beach at the end of summer, and I answered him unceremoniously: "You want to meet girls." Louis smiled and said nothing, and poured himself a glass of wine: "We also You can go and see if there is anyone the little boy likes, it is said that he prefers brown hair, blue eyes, sun-tanned skin, and 18cm..."

"Don't say it!" I interrupted him with a blushing face. Although I am an amateur writer who writes pornographic novels, it is embarrassing for Louis to say this: "Okay, okay, let's go this weekend."

So, we went to the beach.

Actually, as I said, Luis went to the beach and went crazy with girls.I sat on the golden sand, and Luis wore sunglasses to let the sun evenly iron his beautiful skin.During the period, three girls greeted him.As a homosexual, I also carefully observed the people around me. I quickly found the secret brotherhood, and they also saw me. Maybe it was because they regarded Louis as my male companion, but no one came to greet me for a long time.They just stood far away by the sea.Half an hour later, Louis and I went swimming in the water. The salty sea was very similar to the relationship between me and Louis.

Later, playing beach volleyball with the girls, the sea water on my lips dried up and formed a fine bitterness.Because of the hot sun, our skin was dyed red. While enjoying the shade under the palm trees, I met the love of my life-Connor.Since that day I fell in love with him at first sight, and the shame and eager joy of being a novelist drove me crazy. The proportion of Louis in my living space is getting smaller and smaller, and he seems to have completed his "task" and gradually disappeared from my life. The world recedes.

As I was getting dizzy from the heat, a hand brushed my forehead, and I thought it was Louis, so I grabbed him and said, "Louis, I think I'm suffering from heat stroke."

"Your companion has gone over there, with two girls. Are you okay? Your face is red"

I opened my eyes, and a sly face came into view.Playful, alert, intelligent.It was a big boy full of energy, and I let go of my hand apologetically: "Sorry, I thought you were Louis. I'm fine."

"He, isn't Louis your boyfriend?"

"No, he's my roommate." He rubbed his earlobe and sat down next to me. With clearer sight, I felt my heart beating wildly.

"Oh, he's handsome." After that, he whispered a few words in my ear, and I wrung my fingers because of shyness and nervousness.

"My name is Connor, are you an adult?"

"of course."

Connor grinned and ran his fingers across the edge of my swimming trunks: "You look like 15 years old."

"No, it's not." I heard a voice calling for Connor in the distance, he was leaving soon!I haven't said my name yet.Connor turned his head, his blue eyes hiding secrets.I know that the more I get to know him, the more unfamiliar he will feel, but I can't help but ask about everything about him.

"I'm leaving, see you when you have time? Call me tonight, tonight." Connor got up, bringing a fresh smell of sea salt and musk.He walked more than ten meters, and when I was immersed in the river of surprise, he turned around and shouted: "I forgot to tell you the number." He shouted a series of numbers, which is one of the most memorable numbers in my life.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the completely dry sea water made the skin tight, when Louis returned from the seaside hotel.Standing beside me, I leaned lightly on his perfumed thigh: "Louis, I met him."

"Who?"

"love."

"Love?" Louis said sarcastically.