Stubborn illness

"Hello."

"Hi, good evening."

It’s a person with a Q named Silence, in his 30s and almost 40s, I don’t know if he found it himself, or someone else pulled him in, and he was also in this group I joined for the first time, he was very shy and didn’t dare to join Talk in the group, always find me private chat.

"You can just chat in the group, everyone communicates together, you can ask any questions, and share any knowledge you have."

"You are all educated people, I am not educated, watching you talk, I dare not open my mouth."

"Is it that serious? Hehe."

Just laughing, it seemed to scare him away again, and he was silent for a long time without making a sound.I was also a little busy, went to the warehouse, came back, chatted with other people in the group, got up and left.

Didi, Didi, "Hi, are you busy?" It was him.

"It's not very busy, I just went to the warehouse for a walk, ha ha."

"Can I chat with you?"

"Of course, tell me, what are we talking about?"

"Well, I don't know what to talk about. I just learned to surf the Internet, and I can't type very well. It's very slow."

"It's okay, I'm slow too, you say, talk about something, I'll wait for you."

After waiting for a long time, I waited for a sentence: "Are all these people in the group?"

"What? Comrades? Yes, both."

"you too?"

"Well, me too, and you? Are you?"

"I don't know, it seems to be, and it doesn't seem to be. I don't know either. I dare not speak in it, but I watch you talk every night. I think you are very considerate."

"Hehe, thank you, can you tell by chatting like this?"

"I can see that, so I like talking to you."

"Thank you, thank you." When he said this, I suddenly felt a little ashamed. In fact, in the group, compared to them, I was really short, and I was not as good as others in terms of knowledge and work. The reason why I seemed active was that Because he played the role of a so-called administrator, playing tricks and making up for it.

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Like most comrades, chatting and chatting, either deleted or stayed. Silence is silent, but he didn’t delete me, and I didn’t delete it. It’s also the same as most comrades. We chatted casually, and we felt familiar after chatting, yes, we felt familiar.

He has also become active. Although he chats privately and uses text, he is not so restrained, "Can I see you?" He will send video invitations from time to time. "I'm free to hang out with you, okay?" he would enquire. "Would you like to see it, mine is big." He would flirt shyly and indulgently.

In the pictures and videos, there is no heartbeat for him, nor is it indifferent.

We will talk about work, about life, about family and marriage, and he is very honest.Regarding sex, sex within marriage, and sex outside marriage (sex between two men), I asked him: "When did you find out that you have this preference?"

"I don't know myself."

"When did you start contacting?"

"what?"

"When was the first time you took off your clothes and cuddled with a man like you? Under what kind of situation?"

"Oh, the first time was a few years ago, in the simple dormitory on the construction site. I drank some wine and slept until the middle of the night. The hair woke me up. ... But, it was very comfortable, very comfortable." He was complaining angrily, but enjoying the memory.

"Strictly speaking, you should not be, and even if you are, you are at best bisexual."

"oh, I see."

"Well, in the subsequent behavioral role, do you do 1 or 0?"

"What are 1s and 0s?"

"That is, are you playing the man role or the woman role?"

"Fool, of course it's a male character." He immediately sent me a head-beating emoji.

Hehe, I'm not an expert either. Analyzing his answer, I always feel that he is not, just for fun, because, I always thought that love should be mutual, between brows and expressions, mutual transmission, between speech and behavior, mutual comfort , in my concept, there is no absolute zero.

"Are you doing 0?" He sent a grinning expression.

"So far, I haven't tried it, haha."

"Do you want to try it?" He sent two more grinning expressions.

"Come on, is it long enough? Haha." I laughed profligately, stood up, and went to the warehouse again.

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"I'll ask for leave tomorrow to go to your place, okay?" "Okay, come." "Send me the address and phone number." After hesitating for a long time, I didn't send it.

"I'll ask for leave tomorrow to go to your place, okay?" "Okay, come." "Send me the address, idiot." Didi, I only sent him an address. "Where's the phone number?" "Just look for the address." "What if the address is wrong?" "If you don't believe me, then don't come." After hesitating for a long time, he sent a repulsive sentence.

"Fool, I really asked for leave this time. I asked for three days. The day after tomorrow will be the day after tomorrow." "Really?" "Yes, don't you believe it? Do you want our boss to answer the phone?" "Haha, no, no, Where are you going?" "What do you think?" "How do I know, you don't have to tell me where you go." "I'll go find you." "Come on." This time we exchanged phone numbers.

"Silence, I've always struggled with whether I should meet you or not. First of all, I still don't think you are. Secondly, you don't feel calm enough and vicissitudes enough." After turning off the computer, he sent me a nude photo , the red underpants couldn't cover that strong arc, and I sent him a message, and the written expression was a bit shabby.

"I took this last year, is it okay?" Then he sent me another photo, not a nude photo, but a full body, a suit, leather shoes, a scarf around his neck, standing in the snow, eyes wandering, Unshaven.

I also asked for three days off. We made an appointment to meet in Guangzhou. It was the next day. In the afternoon, I passed from Foshan, and he came from Dongguan. I arrived first and stood at the platform of the provincial station. Called many times: "Are you there? Where is it? How far away?" "It's almost there. I don't know where it is, and I don't know how long it will take. I just fell asleep and sat over my head."

"Isn't it going directly to the provincial station? How could you sit too far?"

"No, it's the bus on my side. I overcooked it and delayed the time." The sun was setting, the night was rising little by little, and the lights were turned on one by one. On both sides of the street, including the crowded platform , I don’t know when it was crowded with mobile vendors, fruit sellers, drink sellers, watermelon pineapple, corn buns, and roasted sweet potatoes with an earthy smell.I stood next to the telegraph pole under the overpass, watching the bustling surroundings, and watched quietly.

The phone rings, hold it up, and see, the man.