dance like a butterfly

Seeing me staring at him stupidly, the dusty Guo Jingqi patted me on the shoulder with a smile: "Friend, you won't forget my brother, Guo Jingqi, Aksu!"

I came back to my senses, smiled, grabbed his rough and thick hand, and shook it vigorously up and down twice: "How can I forget you? Impossible!"

Seeing this, Guo Jingqi burst into a big grin: "It's good that I haven't forgotten, it's good that I haven't forgotten, I haven't seen you in three years, and I've grown taller! Even more handsome!"

Without any explanation, she dragged him out for a drink.

Guo Jingqi was as strong as a stone.

Some people look fat, but their bodies are full of puffy flesh that glistens when they are slapped; while others, they don't look fat, but their bodies are full of porcelain lumps.It takes a lot of effort if you want to pick him up.Obviously, Guo Jingqi is the latter kind of person.

Picking up the wine glass, listening to him talking about this and that, and seeing his beaming and beaming appearance, my thoughts returned to the crisp autumn September three years ago.

At that time, I just jumped out of school.The products made by the company belong to an unpopular product in the market.

After doing a lot of market research, I decided to stay in a large state-owned enterprise in Aksu to fully reflect the dynamics of our products.

At that time, I spent a lot of effort, from the sales department to the technical department and then to the production workshop.Due to the downturn in the client's industry, the work was quite difficult at that time.Finally, with my unremitting efforts, the closed doors were opened.I stayed in Aksu for a month. After signing the supply contract and waiting for our goods to be delivered, I was still working in the workshop. I was afraid that my efforts would be in vain if the operators were unfamiliar with the products and improperly used them.

I run to clients on a regular basis almost every day.

I was staying in a guest house affiliated with the Construction Corps in Aksu.The guest house is not very big, and there are not many customers.

Aksu in Xinjiang is located at a high latitude. In September and October, there is a polar day phenomenon different from that in the mainland.That is to say, the daytime is very long, often at twelve o'clock in the evening, it is only dark, and it is light at four o'clock in the morning.

Compared with many cities in the mainland, Aksu is a small city.The city has a population of 20, but in southern Xinjiang, it is very lively because more than 30 ethnic groups such as Han, Uyghur, Hui, Kirgiz, and Russia live together.

During the time I was there, it happened to be the ancient Qiuci (pronounced qiuci) cultural and art festival.At night, those ethnic minorities in costumes carnival on the street in groups. Aksu was the ancient country of Kucha in ancient times.

Guo Jingqi, my roommate, often waited for me to come back in the afternoon and said: "My friend, go out and watch the carnival!"

I lived in the same room with him for a few days, and I noticed that this burly guy from Awati seemed to really enjoy asking me out on the street.

I was also very excited to see the crowd on the street beating tambourines, playing dombula and dutar (two stringed instruments in Xinjiang), seeing those Xinjiang girls with bright eyes and kind eyes throwing off their long braids, and the scenes of thousands of people singing.After a dance and a song, I heard Guo Jingqi beside me shouting in a very thick baritone: "Yakexi! Yakexi! (Xinjiang language, good meaning)"

Perhaps afraid that I would be scattered by the surging crowd, Guo Jingqi often held my hand tightly.I felt a little pain and was embarrassed to say that when I looked at him, he let go of my hand hastily.Not long after, before he knew it, he gripped it quietly again.

When those Balangzi (little boys) were huddling around in the crowd, Guo Jingqi would call out to me: "Maigelai (come here), friend!", and when I approached him, he would intentionally Inadvertently wrapped my waist with thick arms.

I have heard about the enthusiasm of Xinjiang people for a long time.I heard from Guo Jingqi that his hometown is from Tianshui, Gansu Province. Because of his father's family, he settled down in Awati County, which is [-] kilometers away from Aksu.After he was demobilized from the army, he worked as a teacher in a primary school in Awati.But because he wanted to participate in the unified professional title evaluation, he came to Aksu to participate in the correspondence tutoring before the exam.

I have to admit that since I became sexually conscious, nothing captivates my mind more than men, especially the strong physical breath of mature men.When Guo Jingqi held my hand or put my arms around my waist, my heart started beating wildly.

In school, although I was very close to my classmates and roommates, I had never used such a feeling. The numb feeling of electrification challenged my reserve from time to time.

There is something called self-cultivation that ordered me to throw off his hand, something called calmness that made me break free from his embrace, but there was another thing called self that made me obsessed with it, lest Guo Jingqi let go of him early.

It was a repeated contradictory feeling of shame, yearning, fear, and longing.

If it was in Xi'an, I would definitely break free from his hand, because Xi'an is a very traditional city, and people follow the old rules, so holding hands like this will attract people's attention.

If I were in Xi'an, I would definitely break free from his embrace. On the street, men and women embrace each other without avoiding or hiding, and I am destined to be laughed to death.However, in this singing and dancing ethnic minority gathering area, on such a carnival street, it seems that no one is watching such intimate actions.

People are sleeping in the incomparable joy. Maybe everyone will not care about our actions when they see it. Maybe they will think it is just a small foil and cooperation for the unprecedented grand art festival.

I like mature men, and I like intimate physical contact with mature men, which originally came from this man named Guo Jingqi.He was as tall as me, with a big clean-shaven beard.Black and red face, thick lips and white teeth.Very full male chest, thick arms and thighs, no matter walking or dancing, the feet are vigorous.

Guo Jingqi knows a lot of Uyghur dances, and many times he danced for me in the room under my encouragement.

Guo Jingqi can sing many Uighur songs, I like to listen to them very much, although I can't understand his Sisina Xiga.

Guo Jingqi can speak not-so-standard Mandarin, but also very proficient Uighur and simple Russian.

I like the faint breath that evaporates from the sweat glands on his body. It is a real man's breath, without the slightest smell. It is warm, like a rose, exuding its own scent.Since then, this smell has been fragrant in my mind, let me know that there is a kind of person in my life, I will search hard, wait hard, and then I will forget myself with him Falling in love - I am eager to walk through the four seasons of life with such a mature man.

I slowly realized that this person named Guo Jingqi, like Populus euphratica in Kashgar not far away, made me yearn for that scenery very much, yearning for the kind of love that will never die, never fall, and never decay for 3000 years and 3000 years ——The piece is very unique among many landscapes, but it does not belong to the love between men and women that everyone expects!

Yes, Guo Jingqi changed the course of my life from now on.

Beautiful Aksu scenery: