White collar guy from a working-class background

Hearing this, Gai Zhihui felt that the bells of hell were ringing in his ears.

He felt that he had played enough with Fu Shuai, and if there was something special, he would be short of dismembering a living person.

Isn't that what horror movies do?Cut people up in the bathroom, and then turn on the faucet to wash away the blood.

Thinking of this, Gai Zhihui's eyes opened like quail eggs, and he looked at Fu Shuai warily.

Fu Shuai excitedly pulled up Gai Zhihui and wrapped him tightly with a big bath towel.

Gai Zhihui's sharp eyes caught sight of the surname Fu and took the razor on the shelf.

After taking the stuff, Fu Shuai dragged him to the next room.It turned out that the room next door was Fu Shuai's studio, which was filled with Fu Shuai's large and small works.

The most eye-catching one was an oil painting hanging in the middle. Gai Zhihui found that the boy standing in the river bed holding his heart in the painting looked very much like himself.

Fu Shuai found out that he had noticed the painting, and immediately became proud.

"How about it? I drew this when I was in high school, and it was collected in Qingyuan, your hometown."

Hearing this, Xiao Gai was puzzled.Fu Shuai grinned and continued: "At that time, you fell into the river with a speeding car, which made a deep impression on me. Do you think we are particularly destined?"

It turns out that Nie Yuan is here!Of course, Gai Zhihui remembered what happened back then, when his mouth hit the ground first, and he suddenly lost a big tooth in his prime.Later, when I met my current dentist girlfriend, I pulled out the incomplete tooth root and pressed porcelain dentures.

Then Fu Shuai enthusiastically took out a series of paintings, all of which were based on Comrade Gai.

In the end, Fu Shuai carried Gai Zhihui to a big mirror on the wall of the studio, and bit Gai's ear and said, "Do you know what performance art is?"

Of course Comrade Gai knew: "I know, isn't it bloody coming out of the belly of a dead cow, or standing naked in the square? Anyway, doing all the things that normal humans don't do is called fucking art."

Fu Shuai once again confirmed this truth. Hearing Gai Zhihui's answer, he announced with a twist of his mouth that he would play performance art today.

Before Comrade Gai could figure it out, the towel on his body was pulled off, and with a click, the shiny silver handcuffs cuffed his two arms behind his back.

Fu Shuai pushed him down in front of the wicker chair in front of the mirror, and held up the sharp little razor with his right hand.

Gai Zhihui was so frightened that he screamed "Ao—" and closed his eyes reflexively.

He felt that his lower body was cool, and when he opened his eyes, it turned out that Fu Shuai was plucking the black pubic hair where he was holding his.

"You...what are you going to do?" Gai Zhihui wanted to move his legs, but he was afraid that Fu Shuai's hand would turn away and castrate himself, so he could only stand still.

"Fuck you, I've wanted to shave you for a long time, Xiao Huihui's shape and color are beautiful here, it's a pity to be blocked by the hair.

It's a pity that Fu Shuai didn't become a hairdresser, and there was a patch of pink between Xiao Gai's legs.

That one was also stimulated to an erection, without the cover of body hair, like a chick just hatched, shaking helplessly.

Fu Shuai couldn't help pecking lightly, then took out a string to strangle the root.

"This performance art is called 'The Torment of Desire'!"

Gai Zhihui was particularly unartistic, so he said in a bad manner: "Fry your mother's head, quickly untie it for me!"

Fu Shuai tightened the rope in his hand again and said: "Xiaohui, you are too bad this time, if you write me a letter of accusation or something, I will treat you as a coquettish and bear with me, but with others It’s not okay for men to hook up. You have to be clear about your affiliation!”

What followed was the torment of the hand and the tongue, until the strangled one was boiled purple, and he refused to stop.

In the end, Gai Zhihui was so suppressed that he cried aloud: "Brother, please, help me untie it."

Fu Shuai spat out the meat in his mouth and said, "Tell me, you like men, and you like being fucked by men!"

Gai Zhihui clenched his fists and endured it again, feeling that the bottom was like a balloon that was inflated and was about to explode.

"I...I like men...I like being fucked by you!"

These words obviously pleased Fu Shuai, and the moment the rope was untied, Gai Zhihui's lower abdomen twitched violently, spraying Fu Shuai all over his face.

After Gai Zhihui also helped Fu Shuai suck it out, he carried the collapsed Ga Zhihui back to the big bed in the bedroom to rest.

Perhaps because of the tossing all night, Fu Shuai fell asleep after a while.

Gai Zhihui didn't sleep. Although every cell in his body was clamoring for a rest, Gai Zhihui managed to hold on until Fu Shuai fell asleep.

He carefully climbed off the bed and went to the studio next door.

The mottled sperm spots on the red carpet, the discarded handcuffs, and the fucking paintings all stimulated Gai Zhihui's eyes.

He will never be able to live unscrupulously like Fu Shuai.A life-saving revenge?

The price is too heavy, and those who are proud, ambitious, and bloody can afford it.

He, Gai Zhihui, is just a three-no person.My biggest wish in this life is to buy a house and marry a wife, change jobs early and then bring my parents to the city.Didn't Fu Shuai feel through his own intestines so that he can sleep so reassuringly?

However, this does not delay Gai Zhihui's longing for art.He picked up the razor that had been thrown on the ground, and ruthlessly cut the paintings to pieces.

Then he found another pair of scissors, slipped back to the bedroom, and tiptoedly cut off half of Fu Shuai's hair as if he was alopecia areata.

This is called coming and going, and the hair on the bottom of my body is gone, so don't cover the top of that surnamed Fu, and let everyone cool off together.

In the end, Gai Zhihui felt that his heart became clearer, took a paintbrush with blood-red paint, and wrote on the white wall of the living room-"Resistance after Suffering"!

Throwing the paintbrush to the ground, Gai Zhihui put on his clothes, took 600 yuan from Fu Shuai's wallet, and then sneaked away.

After leaving the community, Gai Zhihui took a taxi and returned to the camp.The first thing is to go to the station master and ask to go to Chifeng in Inner Mongolia for a change of defense.

Originally, Chifeng was a place that everyone was afraid to avoid. There was nothing but yellow sand all over the sky in that place. When working in the field, you can eat half a catty of sand with your mouth. The living conditions are extremely difficult.

Every time the unlucky guy on the defense list is either the master who has made a major mistake, or the soft guy who has nothing to do with his family.There hasn't been one volunteer like Gai Zhihui in the past ten years.

I can't blame the stationmaster for opening his mouth so wide that he could swallow an ostrich egg.

"Xiao Gai, aren't you burnt out? Hurry up and get well!"

Gai Zhihui silently felt the cool breeze in his crotch, and said in a very firm tone: "Station Master, if you don't approve, I will go to the division to apply until the leader agrees."

This makes the webmaster angry. Is there anyone who doesn't know what's good or what's wrong?Such a heartless person should be slapped to death by the sand.

"Since you asked so proactively, I can't discourage you. Let's do this. The replacement personnel are scheduled to leave this afternoon. You can go with them first, and then I will make up the application for the superior."

This was exactly what Gai Zhihui wanted, he gave the station master a standard military salute, turned around and left.

While sitting on the train to Chifeng, Gai Zhihui still couldn't calm down.Especially when someone knocked on the soft sleeper car door, Gai Zhihui shivered reflexively.

He couldn't help but think of his last business trip, when Fu Shuai appeared on the train like a ghost.

Who will be outside the door this time?