Louis

In the next two months, Louis disappeared from time to time. It is said that he was hunted down by the politician's gangsters because he wrote black comments about the politician's son.And I'm not worried about Louis, because I often chatted with Connor during the period. Although I showed an urgent love for Connor in the apartment, whenever I met Connor, I showed a nonchalant look. Connor occasionally Hinting to wait until I lie in bed at night to react, I regret it.Louis said that this was caused by my lack of love history, but I said no, Louis came over solemnly, and held my hand: "Then, this Connor guy must have cast a love spell on you to make you fall into pain." love."

I suddenly understood.When we were young, we watched the princesses and princes in fairy tales, young people had a crush on the female classmate in the next class, and then looked for him (her) in the crowd.It's all about practicing for true love.Although true love is not so easy, falling in love again and again will make us lose our sensitivity to love. Only when the true love of life appears, the enthusiasm for life that is about to extinguish in our hearts will be revived.When I peeked at the novel in high school class, I saw my 20-year-old self and my 30-year-old self through the time. We had already guessed the ending, but no one said it.

This is the story of Louis, but there are other characters.Putting Connor aside for a while, let's continue to talk about Louis, this sinful and pure man.

One Tuesday, Louis came home at ten o'clock in the evening.I was typing a manuscript and greeted him: "Are you back?" The answer was a gasping voice.I look back.Louis pressed his chest with bloody hands, and his forehead was covered with painful sweat.I experienced a second of freeze, and rushed forward: "God, let's go to the hospital!"

"It's okay," Louis smiled, "it's just cracked."

It has been two weeks since he came back that time, and I don't know what happened in this blank two weeks.Louis reluctantly took off his shirt and lay half on the sofa: "Help me." I have never seen such a weak Louis, and I was inexplicably happy.I found out later that this joy was because Louis had become as weak as I was.I envy Louis's strength, but Louis envies my weakness.

He directed me to find the first aid kit in his bedroom, and I walked through the smoky bedroom to find the medicine kit on the utility shelf.When he came back, Louis wiped the sweat from his face with his hands.I cleaned up the dirty gauze for him, treated the wound, re-bandaged it, wiped off the blood on his body and face (when he wiped the sweat), his leg was slightly convulsed, and occasionally he made a soft sound because of the weight of my hand, see Looking at Louis's well-ironed chest, I swallowed lightly.

Louis smiled secretly, and hooked my waistband with his hands: "What are you looking at?"

I was ashamed but tried to calm down: "No."

Louis pulled me easily and kissed me.This is a pure, little boy's kiss.Just sticking it together makes my heart beat endlessly.In my dizziness, I suddenly realized that Connor's brown hair and blue eyes were so similar to Louis.No wonder I recognized Connor as him when we first met.I was so bad that I forgot I was kissing Louis.Luckily, Louis let me go. The wound on his chest prevented him from supporting his upper body for a long time.Facing me stunned, he said, "This is a child's kiss."

I blushed and found Louis' pajamas from the closet.Louis went back to the bedroom and fell asleep quickly.In the middle of the night, he had a slight fever. I watched over him very worriedly, and buried my face on the bed next to him. He exuded a slight heat from illness, like guarding a little white rabbit.The next day, we all chose to forget.

Because he was scratched, Louis was determined to get revenge, and he asked me if I wanted to participate.Of course I don't want it, Louis asked me disappointedly: "Really?" I said, "No." Louis spread his hands, turned and walked back to the bedroom.

At this moment, what am I thinking?Maybe Louis will be beaten so that he loses his handsome face, maybe he will be shot to death on the top floor of the building, maybe he will be thrown into the Pacific Ocean to feed sharks, maybe he will be exiled to a garbage dump to pick up garbage, maybe he will be tied to a pillar and eaten by vultures, maybe he will be killed by a vulture. The mudslide buried it... Then I sat in my bedroom and missed a thrilling time, I will never meet such an extremely funny person again, and finally boring day after day, day after day... Suddenly, I have a kind of Very rebellious idea, the idea of ​​blowing up the apartment, blowing up the ordinary boring life.

Louis poked his head out of the bedroom, hesitating to speak.I first said: "Louis, I changed my mind, I want to join you." Louis raised his eyebrows, a little surprised: "Actually, I want to ask if you have a razor." I turned around and covered my face.

Louis's plan was that we would take the paint and paint a ... (an organ) on the gate of his house to show Louis' anger, not reliable, but Louis persuaded me that it would be interesting.So one Monday night, Luis and I were wearing black clothes and hid near the politician's villa. At about twelve o'clock in the evening, no one was really around.We carried paint buckets and walked around the villa for 5 minutes without bodyguards.But Luis asked me to paint first, and he stood in front of a window of the villa for a few minutes, and even took a photo in a sneaky way.Later, when he came back, Louis and I drew the pattern together, and I asked him, "Why are you wearing black?" "What do you care about that?"

"I'm curious."

"Because, because it looks good?" Louis couldn't answer me, as far as I know, Louis is hopelessly ridiculous. "Why do you ask me about black, it's just a color." "Hey... because this dress is not easy to wash when it's covered in paint." I said, the dress on my body is indeed not easy to wash.Louis lowered his hand and threw the brush on the ground: "Can't you just throw it away?"

I can't bear it, I didn't say it. "ah?"

"I said, you throw it away." As he said, Louis picked up the brush and rubbed it on my back. "Go!" I stopped what I was doing. "What are you doing? Are you crazy?" "Yes!" Louis was so shameless, and he drew my clothes again, and I couldn't bear to push Louis away: "It's dirty!" Louis can be very simple, or he can Very revealing.

"Yes! We are the sons of God." "What?" I wiped off the paint marks on my back with my hands, and I couldn't help but look up when I heard Louis say, he always said something strange. "God hates us because we're all so bad!" he said, growing louder.I quickly grabbed him to make him whisper, Louis slapped my hand away: "Are we crazy? No! Others are crazy. They hate us and disgust us like God." I don't understand what he said. But I have to make Louis whisper. "Louis, shut up, someone is coming!" I covered his mouth, and Louis pushed me away again, he grabbed my collar violently, and grabbed me against the wall with..."Look Look at me, did I do something wrong?"