White collar guy from a working-class background

Ask me what annoys me the most?Ever since I was a child, I have been annoyed that other people are poor in front of me.

It doesn't matter if you are vulgar, ignorant or philistine.

You know, eyes that know how to appreciate, even a pile of fresh dog shit, can appreciate the gorgeous yellow of autumn from its color. (Crazy boy spit it out first~)

Seriously, people who are worse than shit are fucking beyond my imagination.

This one is called Gai Zhihui, from which angle can I appreciate it?

Originally, the muscular lines of his body were really good. Appreciating from a distance, he can always think of the momentary beauty when he glanced at the river.But even this residual value ends at the insulting beat.

I didn't fight back. Although entering the military school was the result of my father's ideological education and coercion, I didn't want to leave here for the reason of fighting. It would only give my father more reason to interfere in my future life.

"Then I'll ask you now, is it okay to draw?" I lowered my head and asked in a low voice deliberately.

"If you have the guts, keep drawing! But next time you show up in front of me holding a notebook, don't blame me for fixing you!" When he said this, he deliberately raised his muscles and made an exaggerated expression.

So much so that when I recall him in the future, it is no longer a young boy with drenched green shirt by the river, but a jumping clown who doesn't know his own weight.

next time?Wait for next time... Humph!

However, I really didn't expect that I would meet him again one day, and it was a temporary idea to share a room with him.

It's not that I'm harsh, life in the military has made a loose person like me mature a lot, why hasn't he improved at all?

See how he steals my toilet paper and squeezes my toothpaste!Even once, my mobile phone was forgotten in the dormitory, and he used my mobile phone to make several long-distance calls. I have never seen someone who likes to take advantage of small things like him.

Even a magnanimous man like me can't stand him anymore.

I met him by chance at the slow shake bar that time. Such a poor man also has a girlfriend?Save yourself the trouble, don't pass on inferior genes.

No, I have to tease and tease him.

Hmph, it really is a soft persimmon that needs to be squeezed. After knowing how good I am, this kid restrained a lot.

But a fire slowly rose in my heart, and he, who became lower-browed and pleasing to the eye, made the fire more and more intense.I want to fuck him!

It seems that even a pile of shit has his existence value.

I didn't mind condescending once, but he resisted.where to escape?Have you ever seen a monkey jumping out of the Buddha's hand?

When I was free, I also wondered, what's the point of messing with such an ordinary person?

What an inferior product is missing!A person who is very good at showing off, always showing off those scheming tricks learned from others, but at the critical moment, he missed the truth, he is actually a fool.

When I was fighting someone on the train, yes; when I stretched out that hand to me on the cliff, it was also.

To be honest, I'm kind of annoyed by him.But when he laughed out loud in his heart, his whole body lit up. I like to see him laugh. Seeing him like this makes my blood boil, and the smeared memory begins to reorganize, spreading out countless lines , and reconnected with the boy by the river.

My eyes began to follow him irresistibly, and I would like to declare that this has nothing to do with emotion. When an artist finds inspiration, it is actually similar to passionate love.

I just like to watch him. Of course I have hands. It is even better to measure and feel his body temperature and pulse with my body.

His heaving chest when he was panting, his wet eyes when he was in love, and the short scream when he was trembling, all of these fascinated me and I couldn't stop.It's all about creative impulse desire though, and I really don't like him at all!Believe it or not!There is really no place to reason with you laymen!

Criticism to this point proves my theory once again—with aesthetic eyes, even a pile of fresh dog shit can appreciate the gorgeous yellow of autumn from its color.