[Tutor Squalo] Moon and Shark

For Squalo, the cause of that event may have been a movie.

I was watching a movie in my apartment. "The Beautiful Legend of Sicily", released locally in 2000.The last time I watched it, I was still a real girl staring at the Chinese subtitles. I still couldn’t understand why men love Marlena and women hate Marlene. In my memory, I seemed to ask my mother naively. Is there really such a thing in reality, this kind of thing that everyone desperately desires to get close to or destroy a person?My mother said it was impossible, and said stop playing and go to review, aren't you about to take the college entrance examination?

I really didn't understand anything at the time.I don't understand metaphors, and I don't understand that a story is like a distorting mirror, which magnifies or shrinks a certain part of life, rather than restoring the truth.The magnified greed, weakness and jealousy of human nature, the magnified fiery and sincere love, the magnified and distorted good and evil at the same time-I didn't understand these at the time.I just sighed to others after watching it, saying that Monica Bellucci is so beautiful.

So beautiful.

Now I'm watching it for the second time, hiding in the bed of the apartment alone, no longer needing Chinese subtitle translation, crying to the screen from beginning to end.

When Squalo came in through my window, what he saw was me weeping bitterly, and most of it was accompanied by the sound of wailing.In short, far worse than Monica Bellucci.

His first reaction was that the flowers, birds, insects and fish I raised or the cats and dogs I fed on the side of the road are dead, and he said loudly that I am innocent, stupid and weak, why I am crying for some insignificant things, and I will find out what I am doing After crying for the movie, he expressed his sarcasm, irritability and helplessness with a louder voice.What is he helpless? It's strange. Isn't the code of conduct that Spelby Squalo follows?But "helpless" means "I'm upset but I can't help it, I have to endure it."

So, what is there to make him feel helpless?

"Luna!! You trash is so stupid that you can cry about anything!! Bastard, if you cry again, I'll cut you off!!!"

It was the 11th year I had known Spelby Squalo, the fifth year since we had sex for the first time, during which time I was caught by him crying countless times, and every time he threatened me like this.Like that time, he grabbed me rudely and wiped away the tears he felt were obtrusive with his prickly sleeves.After staring at me for a while with addictive eyes at close range, he bumped into me and kissed me hard.

I pushed him, saying that you are preventing me from crying, and you have a snot, don't you feel sick.He pressed me on the bed, and while undressing, he said angrily that you know it too.I wasn't interested, but the warmth and human breath of his first kiss on the side of my neck changed my mind.I think of the beautiful Malena who rolls with countless men just for a little dirty bread, and I have no shortage of bread, and I choose who I hug, and at least it always makes me very happy at such times.

...did I just say "happy"?So to correct it, it is "very satisfied".

After doing it twice, I struggled to climb out, and Squalo grabbed my waist and insisted on continuing.I complained to him that you are not afraid of exhaustion and death. When you are young, you don’t cherish your kidneys and you are easy to lose money when you are old. In the end, he made up my mind and said that he can’t do it. He was full of anger and pressed me to prove that he was perfect. True.

When I got out of bed, my legs were weak, and I kicked him angrily, but the strength was too small and he laughed.Spelby Squalo is called a shark, and it is indeed exactly like a shark. Even when he does it, he sees the timing and rushes fiercely. When he bites the prey, he firmly inserts his teeth into it and never lets go until he is satisfied. Don't give up.

If it weren't for his pretty hair, I would really...

The movie was almost finished, so I shrank to the sofa next to me to watch it.Squalo didn't rush to leave that day, but leaned over, frowning and staring at my computer screen just like he was studying my reading before.

"Luna, what are you looking at again?"

At that time, a thought flashed through me: This proud shark seems to be calling my name more and more frequently.I class this as an illusion.

I ignored him.He shouted "Hello" in my ear dissatisfiedly, and snatched my precious laptop away with his hand. There were laptops in 03, but they were expensive and bulky, which is different from the various devices later.

"...Squalo, I haven't finished reading it yet, return it to me."

"What are you looking at?"

He held his notebook high, like one of those naive boys in school who robbed someone and flaunted it triumphantly so that people would chase him and beg him.

I really want to punch his face that is stern when he doesn't smile, and nasty when he smiles, and then wink his precious long silver hair, but he holds the hostage - my laptop - me You can only raise your hands and surrender.

"The Beautiful Tale of Sicily," I sighed, "do you want to watch it together? I can watch it from the beginning again."

The casual invitation was just to make progress by retreating, hoping that his uncle would return the things to me as soon as he was satisfied.But that day he probably was really busy and had nothing to do, so he agreed without hesitation.

In this way, we watched a movie together on the sofa.Actually.

Spelby Squalo was never a quiet character.At first he could just sit there staring at the screen, but within a few minutes he became dissatisfied, and questions popped up one after another.

What is this for?

Sicily is like this?

Isn't it a mafia story?

What is this woman doing?

"Shut up, idiot shark," I despise this uneducated Mafia, "Does it have to be a Mafia story if it has to do with Sicily?"

He lost interest all of a sudden, and said with a "tss" that there was nothing interesting about it, he might as well watch "The Godfather".

"Next time I watch "The Godfather"... No, you actually watch "The Godfather"?"

In my memory, it was one of the very few times I saw Squalo shy.No, of course it wasn't the innocent boy's blushing and speechless bowing of his head, he just raised his voice and yelled "Why can't I watch it?"I covered my ears and met his angry gray-blue eyes. The moment his gaze averted, I knew he was shy.

Still don't expose it.He always takes pleasure in laughing at me, and now if I find out that he also has personal preferences, he might blow up my apartment in a fit of anger, and I will lose everything.Looking back on my fearless prestige when I was a bachelor, I have to sigh, no wonder people say that those who have property have perseverance, and only those who have no property can go all out to start a revolution.I, a petty bourgeoisie, should be more cautious.

"You can leave without looking at you." I said.

That moment was very strange, Squalo seemed to be pinched by some weakness, he gritted his teeth and glared at me but didn't speak, as if he was holding his breath, and finally he snorted heavily, still sat next to me with his face crossed and his arms folded, Staring at my poor computer screen like killing my father and enemy, and Malena walking on it in all kinds of coquettish and swaying poses.

That's weird.Speaking of which, has the frequency of me saying something is weird recently getting higher and higher?

We continue to watch the movie.

"Don't you think she is beautiful?" This time, I didn't expect that I would ask the question first.

"Who?" Squalo frowned so much that he could tie a knot.

"Marlena—Monica Bellucci, how beautiful she is."

He looked critically at the heroine who was shining in every move on the screen, and then cast even more critical eyes on me.Suddenly he smiled maliciously and viciously, and said that although it was nothing more than that, it was indeed much better than you, especially the buttocks and chest.

Logically speaking, I should be angry, I should flip the table and have a fight with this bitch, but when the comparison object is Monica Bellucci, I can only touch my chest silently, and bow my head to say that you said Quite right I think so too.

"But if you only like buttocks and breasts, you can find one that suits your taste." I suggested, "There are not many domestic actresses who have connections with the Mafia. There were several celebrity lovers before the ninth generation. With your strength , you must find it wherever you want.”

How kind and thoughtful I was—but he was instantly furious.Squalo kicked my computer and smashed my beautiful and sexy Malena.He stepped on the corpse of the computer and asked me loudly if I dared to say it again.

My complexion has probably changed.

"Pay me the computer," I said, "and get out."

Of course, we had a fight.In the end, I forced him to not only pay for my computer, but also for the damaged house.When he finished signing the bill angrily, I smiled at him.

"Don't come to me any more," I said word for word. "I hate you, Spelby Squalo."

The author has something to say: A little cutie asked about the ending.How should I put it, I have passed the age of liking be, and now I just like no matter how much abuse is in the middle, there will be a happy reunion in the end, those who should be redeemed will be redeemed, those who should be married will eventually be married, and the knots that should be untied All untied.Is very comprehensive and cheesy HE.

So I said that I am a HE madman~ What's the point if we can't HE! !If he wants to sleep, of course he will sleep for the rest of his life! !

Also, my stream-of-consciousness car in another article was reported and locked... Oh my God, how pure and harmless is that chapter compared to my article =皮=

Everyone, please do not report this article, otherwise I can only write it for myself to see or not to post it... ORZ