lost snail

The frog said to the snail, "The pond is not your home, isn't your home on your back?" ——The end of the story told by Shen Feng

Taking advantage of the time when I was not busy with work, the third time I came to this cafe, I finally met Shen Feng.When he saw me, he didn't have any obvious emotional changes, and he took my order very freely.

So, I logically, when he was walking past me with a cup of coffee, I gently pulled the tray with my fingers, watching in his slightly surprised eyes, all the cups of coffee on the tray spilled on me The price is not very close to the people's trousers.

I deliberately smirked, but tried to maintain a normal tone:

"Why are you so careless? Do you know how expensive my pants are?"

He didn't openly deny it under the eyes of everyone, on the contrary he seemed to turn a blind eye to my provocation.

"I'm sorry, sir, I'll just clean it up."

He bowed his tall body, put his head down and roughly put together the pieces of broken porcelain on the ground, grabbed another napkin, and carefully wiped the water stains on my trousers.

I sat comfortably on the stool, ignored his wiping movements, and instead took advantage of his unpreparedness, stretched my magic claws to the curly hair with a cute twist that was close to him.

But just after I fiddled with his hair twice, it was only enough time to judge that the hair was not a wig, so he stood up vigilantly and looked at me with strange eyes.Although I was a little guilty, I didn't avoid his gaze.

However, just this slight move made me startled, why he would react so obviously to me pulling my hair.Could it be that dream... that dream... no, no, if it were me, my ex who broke up for two years fiddled with my hair inexplicably, and I would definitely react violently.

"Sir, the water stains on the pants can't be wiped clean, please change them and let our shop clean them for you for free, is that okay?"

I thought about it and agreed to his proposal.

Sitting in the small and tidy dressing room, I quickly changed my trousers and put on the jeans he handed me. I could tell by the smell that the trousers belonged to him.

I was in a general situation, and when I rolled my eyes, I thought of a bad idea.

"Ah!" I yelled deliberately, causing Shen Feng who was waiting outside the door to rush in.

When he came in, he saw me kneeling on the ground in a strange posture with my pants down to my ankles.He had a slight panic on his face, and he hurried over to help me up, but I leaned on his arms with his strength to help me.

When I saw the waxy red color on his face, I kissed him on the lips.

Don't ask me why I did this?God knows how I could be like this.I think this may be instinct, or habit?

As I kissed him affectionately, I lifted his hand and put it on my waistband with only a single pair of panties left.

I remember, the summer after the college entrance examination...

After the pleasure, I lay down on the sofa with my body stretched out and panted slightly, before my mind could fully return to my body.Regardless of shame, Shen Feng buried his head on my waist, nibbling along the edge of my protruding hip bone with his lips and teeth, when the warm breath softly brushed over my naked skin. , I am a little ashamed and a little bit lusty, I can't help grit my teeth and get angry:

"What are you doing!"

"Your hip bones are very good-looking, you see, they are delicate and beautiful."

"Then can I trouble you to give priority to taking care of the nearby parts that are also cute but need more urgent care now!"

A burst of laughter, lingering.

"Shen Feng!...you...ah... bastard..."

When I woke up from the memory, I found that compared to my affectionate kiss, although he was kissing back, he seemed to be indifferent.I let him go in surprise, this time I didn't hide my surprise and anger.

I thought his forgetfulness of his love for me was just pretending, but I didn't expect that he didn't even respond to my seduction.

"you……"

I could even choke, and finally put on my pants and fled in embarrassment.

How embarrassing it is, how embarrassing it is, after two years, I didn't expect that it was me who was finally obsessed with this relationship, but Shen Feng, who seemed to be in love with him back then, had already seen through the world of mortals.

I thought I would be the love of his life.

Remember, we did the last step for the first time, when we were both only 17 years old.

To be fair, when I was hugged by him with his chest and long legs on the soft sofa, I was not very scared or nervous, because I knew that I owed him this matter, and I would give it to him sooner or later, so It didn't matter, but he could feel his chaotic heartbeat through the skin.

Afterwards, I was in so much pain that I gritted my teeth and persisted, still trembling in his warm chest, but he was still dishonest.Facing the poor young victim, the murderer shamelessly fiddled with the victim's wounds, vitals and vagina.

In the small old living room that Shen Feng rented for me, the Japanese patriotic science and education films continued on the TV. Shou with the killer haircut confessed his love to his tutor at the beginning of the plot, and then he was pushed down on the bed by his teacher who was dressed in a beast, and the teacher didn't care about the guy below. Aww, it's still poking there like a piling.

I guessed that Shen Feng must have treated me like this just now, he stretched his neck and bit his Adam's apple in a moment of anger.He was not angry, instead he stroked the hair on the back of my head with a smirk and asked:

"what happened?"

"You didn't wear a condom just now."

"Well, speaking of it, I still don't know what size I am."

"There is still a code for that thing?"

"It's probably size S like you."

"Get lost! You are S, you are XXS, and your whole family is XXS!"

"Ningning, can you give me a lovely daughter like you?"

I rolled my eyes angrily, and said angrily:

"Do you think that's possible?"

"I think it's very possible to work hard."

As he spoke, he got entangled in my body again.

"Bie Nima worked hard!... Shen... Another day... Work hard... okay?"

He seldom speaks sweetly, but whenever he gets close, the first thing that catches his eyes is his deep and affectionate gaze as clear as a lake and as deep as the night sky.

However, when he remembered the scene in the coffee shop locker room, what did the eyes mean when he let go of him?

Calmness, helplessness, sympathy or even pity?

It's just that there is no affection left at all.

Although he didn't treat me as well as in the textbook, he almost always doted on me in the past seven years, and we rarely quarreled.

The last time we quarreled was during the winter vacation of my junior year.

He was sitting on the stool with his bare upper body, and I dug up the ointment and applied it to the wound on his back little by little.Because I was careful, I painted very slowly, but he showed impatience in his words.

"You said we've been together for so many years, why do you still scratch me every now and then?"

I blushed, it was indeed my fault.Although it's not once or twice that I've been with him, but every time I'm emotional, I can't control myself occasionally, scratching and biting the back of his neck.

"This mark is so slow to heal, how can I change my clothes and take a shower in the past few months?"

"It's just right, so you don't have to go find someone else behind my back."

Hearing this, he suddenly turned his head to meet my gaze, and said seriously:

"You think I'll find someone else?"

"I'll just say it casually."

His eyes darkened, he grabbed my shoulders with both hands, pulled me over forcefully, stretched his neck, and bit my neck.I was panicked at first, and I didn't have time to break free, but he bit too hard, and I could feel a tooth-shaped bleeding wound on my neck.

That's when I found out that he was not joking. I struggled to resist and pushed him away, but both of them fell to the ground and staggered.

"You are a fucking lunatic! Can you stop doing it at every turn?"

"Since I met you, which time have I not done it for you?"

I was very angry that this savage was still plausible.Not angry at what he said, because it was the truth, but angry at him for doing something for me, and even feeling wronged.

"Fuck! If you don't want to, fuck off!"

Although it was unreasonable to let him roll while sitting in the house he rented for me, I was so angry that I took it for granted.

He got up, grabbed his coat and kicked the door away.

Looking at his back, I began to think, what should I do with the wound on my neck, ordinary shirts can't cover it at all, how can I have class this next semester?

Looking back now, since we quarreled at the beginning, why didn't we just tell the truth and end that relationship, instead of reconciling?Is my brain sick?

It was twenty degrees below zero in winter, and he left after arguing during the day, and he didn't come back until night fell.I couldn't help panicking, trying to persuade myself that he would take care of himself at such an age, but at the same time entangled in the fact that he didn't bring a mobile phone wallet at all.For the sake of dignity, I hid at home and tried not to look for him, but the scene of the homeless man freezing to death on the roadside was playing over and over again like a slideshow in my mind.

Is he still hungry?Will he be cold if he wears less clothes?Was he ever angry enough to do something stupid?

When it was approaching midnight, I rushed out of the house with a thick coat and food, and saw the man wrapped in clothes sitting in the corner under the dim corridor lights, and my whole heart trembled violently.

I walked up to him, he looked up at me, and I looked down at him.When the eyes met, I cried and he smiled.I reached out to touch the temperature of his forehead, but he said:

"Sorry, I messed up again."

When memories flooded in, I realized that my brain was really sick!It's really dumbfounding, how can I admit that I have persisted with a man for more than 2000 days because I can't bear to break it?

Why would you miss him?Why do you have to be stupid for another four years after being stupid for two years?Why did you stay in college for four years without looking for someone else after making up your mind to separate?Why worry about him being in a car accident just because of a dream?Why did you come to find trouble with him over and over again after breaking up for so long?Why dare not go back to our home again?Why do you stay until the end, forget everything and become free and easy, not me but him!

Fuck, that's because I, have, are sick!

I'm fucking in love with him.

The sad and ridiculous thing is not that I was broken, but that I didn't find out until two years after the breakup!