Stubborn illness

After greeting his mother, he sat on the leather sofa in the living room and chatted for a while, "Why don't you play a little longer?" His mother stopped cleaning up, clapped her hands, and wiped the cloth on her clothes. A few times, look at me.

"It's very noisy. I feel a little tired, so I came back first. Auntie hasn't rested yet?"

"I'll clean it up, it's a mess, look, haha."

"Anyone need help?"

"No, no, go to bed first, we're used to it, it's not that early."

"Then I'll go up first, you go to bed early, good night." I lay on the big bed in his room on the second floor, and soon fell asleep. Mouse, I opened my eyes, and there were two people standing in the room, one was H, and the other was a girl who looked as tall as H, at least 1.6 meters eight, with heavy makeup on her face and a strange smell on her body.

"It's okay, it's my classmate." H explained to her with a strange expression.

The girl folded her hands on her chest with a terrified expression, flicked her shawl and long hair a few times, rubbed a few steps towards H, whispered softly, not knowing what to say, how can I sleep peacefully, snuggled under the quilt for a while, and got dressed Pants, get up, and pull H to the balcony: "Is she your girlfriend? Why didn't you tell me in advance when you brought your girlfriend home?"

"Where, no, it's not a girlfriend, it's..., it's from the cock mother." H squirmed, and a wicked smile leaked from the corner of his mouth.

"Go to sleep, I'll go to the living room and sleep on the sofa." Looking at the wall clock on the wall, it was already past zero, I was speechless, picked up my quilt and went downstairs, and ran into his mother at the door on the second floor: "Hehehe, Hee hee hee, it’s okay to go down and sleep on the sofa, in this weather, with a quilt, it won’t be cold.”

It doesn't matter that the sofa is narrow, there are so many mosquitoes, as if they found carrion, buzzing, buzzing, around my head and face, making me upset and unable to sleep.

"If you want to put it this far, I'll put it on for you too." I picked up the thin quilt again and groped upstairs.

In the gray night, in a dark room, H was lying on the edge of the bed, the girl was in the middle, and I was inside. Even if the sound was kept to a minimum, the movement beside him could still touch the sensitive nerve in my mind.

They calmed down, but my heart was so confused that I couldn't be quiet, and I was so confused again. I was like the short and lecherous earth-born grandson in the list of gods, and I tossed and tossed on the woman in a funny way. She rolled over and ran over H. I lay down on the edge of the bed, and I, full of emotions, retreated and curled up in the corner, leaning against the wall until dawn.

The girl was sent away by H early, and I got up in a state of confusion. There was a dressing table next to the bed in his bedroom. I happened to be standing in front of the mirror. I don’t know. What kind of me am I outside the mirror in their eyes?

Is it because my expression is particularly coquettish?Is my behavior particularly frivolous?Is my words full of provocative?

Is it because I am worried that I will eat and drink, clinging to him like a moss?

Is it to prevent me from having sex with him?Yeah?What is the reason?

Maybe I was worrying too much, maybe this place, this family is so open!

However, I still feel that it is a great shame to me that they watched me with a smile on my face while picking up the quilt and going down to sleep on the sofa in the living room on the first floor.

In the early morning, the sky was bright, I picked up my simple luggage, walked out the gate, the breakfast shop on the river bank was deserted, I walked over, asked for a bowl of fish porridge, scooped a spoonful, put it into my lips, the taste was bitter and bitter Yes, the original sweetness was gone. I wanted to ask the shop owner if he had added too much MSG, but I didn’t ask. Maybe it was because I caught a cold last night.

The ferry docked and looked back.

At that time, I don’t know when it started, we became close, maybe I thought he was a bit wise and stupid, maybe it was because this guy was popular and good-tempered, maybe I said more than once that I would go to his house during the summer vacation, and he agreed, whether he liked it or not. Worry, only sincerity in his eyes.

Back then, in the classroom, I sat in the front row, and he sat in the back row. He was about the same height as Gao, with a well-proportioned figure, dark complexion, and pimples on his face. He often took a mirror to look here and there. Gao Lao is handsome, more handsome than Gao Lao, with a gentle temperament and more introverted, "Dead dick, stinky dick..." I always hear Gao Lao call him this by gritting his teeth.

"Hey hey hey, hey hey hey, what are you doing?" He always didn't care.

After school, we often go out to the farmer’s market to hang out together. On the left hand side of the school gate, we cross a railway and walk straight. On both sides of the road, peddlers push tricycles full of goods. There are cheap clothes and pants, some Simple small electrical appliances, radios, walkmans, flashlights, etc., are dazzling.

We walked leisurely from one end to the other, and slowly turned back. He likes to stick stickers, plastic, heart-shaped, star-shaped, on wallets, on belts, and Cartoon characters or Barbie dolls, on the desk, on the bed frame in the dorm, he likes that.

At the entrance of the farmer’s market, there are a lot of snacks, such as Liangpi and stewed pork, which are also pushed by a tricycle, covered by a custom-made glass cover. At the beginning, I didn’t dare to touch it. I was worried that it would be too long and unhygienic. It can be accepted slowly.

There are freshly fried chestnuts, boiled peanuts, and sunflower seeds on the side of the road. They are stir-fried in a large pot and poured into a large dustpan. It is steaming. I will buy two roasted sweet potatoes, or he will buy two pieces Money pancakes.

"You don't want to eat this stuff?" I gave him a sweet potato.

"Seeing that your food is delicious, I will try it too. It's not bad and it's not expensive." He raised the white plastic bag in his hand and two pairs of disposable chopsticks. We returned along the road, towards the campus, towards the Dormitory, climb up to the sixth floor.

We are in the same dormitory, the first bunk bed on the right hand side of the door, I sleep on the upper bunk, he sleeps on the lower bunk, his bed is like a gazebo station, outsiders who come in are used to sitting on it, I often do not go to bed formally Sitting on his bed, sometimes squeezed into his quilt, sitting side by side with him, leaning against the bed frame, holding his neck with both hands: "Come on, take a picture of us."

Although the dormitory sheets are regularly cleaned by the school, his quilts are always more likely to be dirty and dusty. I don’t know if it was ruined by him or someone else. He is not annoyed, at most: “Let’s go It's time to go to bed." Pushing the opponent away with both palms, he lay down by himself, covered his head and face with the quilt, and slept like a dead pig.

I remember one time, when there were rumors of an earthquake in those days, one night, after the lights were turned off, an iron washbasin on an iron frame in a certain dormitory fell to the ground with a bang, "Earthquake, earthquake." Someone screamed.

The whole building was boiling, and everyone ran to the playground downstairs, which was more exciting than the sudden late-night gathering during military training. There was chaos in the room, chaos in the corridor, and many people didn't wear their clothes and pants properly. , especially the shoelaces, like two slender braids dragging the floor, they all ran downstairs without caring about them.

We ran to the fourth floor, and Mr. Gao turned his head: "Where is the stinky chicken? Where is the stinky chicken?"

Finding that he didn't come, he went back, squeezed through the crowd rushing down like a torrent of water, and turned back to the dormitory. The guy snored evenly and slept soundly. Gao Lao called him, called him many times, and slapped the bed frame hard , He didn't respond either. In a hurry, we tore off his quilt, slapped him in the face, drooling all over his face, and he said in a daze, "What are you doing?"

"Damn you, the earthquake, everyone ran away, but you are still sleeping, dead cock, stinky pig." Gao Lao was very angry.

"Oh." He was still unhurried.

"Hurry up, hurry up! Damn you old mother, you are not afraid of death, but I don't want to die yet." Gao Lao was in a hurry.

"Hmph, hum, hum, there is no earthquake." He snorted a few times in his nostrils, pursed his mouth slightly, his eyes were half asleep, and he slowly put on clothes and trousers. His demeanor made us anxious even more. I have to stomp my feet, but fortunately it wasn't a real earthquake, otherwise, the few of us would have to bury this guy in the mound of scattered high-rise buildings in this foreign land.

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It's been more than ten years, and I rarely contacted my classmates. I haven't heard any information about H, and I haven't called him again. I don't know if they are all right?

He didn't mention the 500 yuan I lent him, and I didn't ask. I kept looking for the figure of his father, and it was very hazy. I don't remember whether I saw him when I went there for the second time. I really don't remember.

Arranging this text, I seem to be arranging a manuscript that has been eaten by termites to pieces like bran after many years. It is really vague, because I have already forgotten him, completely forgotten.