Street office where the wind lives

How to draw it?

At the moment of writing, Luan Zhou seemed to be sitting in a space-time capsule, and the scene in front of him flowed rapidly, and he returned to the winter of his sophomore year in a trance.

Having just gone through 17 days of day and night training, the [-]-year-old has shed a layer of skin, and just wants to go to the branch of heaven in the world - the quilt, and spend three days and three nights lingering with the pillow.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, spit on the ground can freeze instantly.The constant quarrels between his parents wanted to tear down the roof. In a fit of anger, Luan Zhou rushed out the door without even wearing a coat. He froze into a shivering little pudding. He tucked his hands into the sleeves of his sweater: "Fuck, it's so cold." !"

Gritting his back molars tightly, the boy didn't look back, and walked forward against the heavy snow that was falling, imagining that his parents would have a temporary truce before long, anxiously looking for him all over the street.His father would take off his coat and put it on him in a huff, and his mother would hold an umbrella for him while scolding him, even if they turned all their anger on him.

However, none of these...

Two days later, he was sent home by the police from the police station. The porridge cooked on the pot gave off a strong smell of paste and stuck to the bottom of the pot black.The mother sat on the sofa, buried her face deeply in the palm of her hand, crying until she lost her shape, and her father was nowhere to be seen.

From that day on, the two words he heard the most were "Your father cheated!", and "After they divorced, will you be with your father or your mother?"

Some people seem to be born with the ability to gloat, and when they see other people's lives are not good, they feel very comfortable.At that time, a weak young man, with a kitchen knife in his hand, kicked those men and women who claimed to be his father's friends out of the house, together with the expensive gifts they brought.

He leaned against the door, panting unceasingly, and slid down weakly, he wanted to leave, leave this home, leave this city, hide far away, no one could find him, then he would never Someone will tell him: Your father cheated.

In his heart, his father has always been a stalwart man. Although there are only a handful of times that father and son can really spend together throughout the year, he still remembers that on the day the new company was established, his father went out partying until midnight and came home smelling of alcohol to push him away. Opening his door, sitting staggeringly by the bed, holding his hand and dreaming:

"Baby, Daddy loves you, and also loves your mother, she is my best wife and best business partner, thank you for coming to my side, thank you, thank you..."

Afterwards, he felt more and more tears dripping on his forehead, like a drizzle, the man stayed with him until dawn, Luan Zhou was always smiling in his dreams.

How can such a person cheat?Does he not love his mother?Don't love me anymore?Is he...going to be a hero for other kids?

At the age when young people knew Mu Shaoai, Luan Zhou had doubts about "love" for the first time.

One year later, in the early autumn, the admission notice was mailed home, and Luan Zhou set foot on the train bound for Jiuru City alone. His parents had been separated for a year, and it had been a year since he last saw his father.

The ever-living water flows from the ancient ditches into the great city, where the night is vast and starry, and he will go away like a wisp of duckweed.

Besides, as the train drove away and the scenery outside the window stretched backwards, Luan Zhou suddenly felt the emotion, clicked on Weibo, and wrote the first essay since he created his pseudonym.

The dilapidation of Jiuru City is simply beyond his imagination, just like the old toys that he loved when he was a child and gradually discarded as he grew older, being left behind by the rapid development of urban construction.

Thinking of living in such a place for four years, Luan Zhou felt sad.

The men's dormitory building is a gathering place where all kinds of teachings and nine streams gather to act as monsters. The corridors are filled with the smell of tobacco, leftovers from the previous night, and the enduring Hong Kong football all the year round.

Luan Zhou is not a spoiled young master, the education he has received since he was a child is "don't cause trouble to others", so even in such a harsh living environment, he is still a persevering school grass.

Such unexamined days continued until the first semester of my sophomore year.Luan Zhou began to look for jobs online. With his good looks, he was occasionally offered a job as a model for an online store to earn some living expenses.

His roommate always teases him, telling him not to write novels, post a few selfies on Weibo, and he will become an Internet celebrity the next day.He refuses, thinking that work is only for subsistence, and interest is eternal. If the two are equated, he will soon be forced to exhaust his talents by life. It is a typical lack of heart that can rely on talent for a living.

But life is always more thrilling than novels. That day, when he returned to the dormitory after filming, he felt something was wrong as soon as the key was inserted.

He made a decisive decision, pushed the door open and entered, there was a disheveled woman lying on the bed next to the door, and her naked/naked roommate was riding on her, swaying forward one after another, with a used condom thrown beside her. /full/set, with an unknown liquid thinner than Wangzai milk on it.

Luan Zhou felt a tightness in his throat, rushed into the bathroom and vomited wildly, it was his bed!His roommate obviously has a girlfriend, and he brought an unknown woman back to the dormitory for sex!Still sleeping in his bed!Cover him with the quilt!Throw the used condom on his shoe!

"vomit------"

In order to look good on camera, he didn't eat breakfast in the morning, and now he can only vomit acid water, but he couldn't help the nausea, hugged the sink, and vomited until the end, he couldn't even vomit acid water, and his stomach was completely empty He leaned on the mirror in the bathroom, and his eyes turned black.

He can't bear this kind of fast-food love, he can roll/bed in a second when he meets his eyes, and he can pat his butt and say we are just friends afterwards.

In today's society, everything is fast, and there is no shortage of everything. Everyone knows food, clothing, thought/sexuality/desire after eating a roll of melon belly, but what do you want after the spring/night?Isn't it a breakfast with hot porridge, a chest that can be hugged when you turn over?

The circle where men and women interact normally is still chaotic, not to mention the circle of same-sex friends, all kinds of mutual viewing, promiscuous sex, brothers and younger brothers flying around, Luan Zhou once curiously joined a dating group in the same city, and when he entered, he was full of big screens. Hang was so frightened that he dropped the mouse.

He doesn't think he is a gentleman, but every person always wants to stick to a bottom line, even if he looks stupid.

His bottom line is probably the last expectation for love.Love is not a plastic couple crossing rivers and tearing down bridges, nor is it a momentary pleasure of flesh/body/sex/joy.It is an immortal desire, a heroic dream in a weary life.

He rummaged through the memories of love in his mind, writing neatly.A figure became clearer.The generous help when they met for the first time, the firm arms in times of crisis, the night-by-night escort in front of the hospital bed, and the shelter when they were homeless, were finally fixed on the man's high-spirited face.

He had never realized that he was so careless, that even this person's casual sentence "Can you pay me back?" could make him toss and turn, blushing and heart beating.

"Haha, from this point of view, I seem to like him more than I thought."

The staggering old deer was panting heavily, and its hooves scraped the ground one after another, kicking up a layer of floating ash.The skinless and hairless antlers were dripping with blood. It mustered all its strength for the last time, and hit its heart with a "boom".

"Brother, I hate you! Look at your own heart! Fuck friendship, this is love!!"

"People don't have a partner, why are you pretending to be serious! It doesn't matter if he likes men and women, it's fine if he likes you!"

"When we first met, I stared at the abs, and you thought I was blind!"

"It's a confession, just be stunned!"

The atrium was filled with a sudden tremor. This time, he woke up completely. His life is only a few years, and it is hard to find someone who is excited. Yes, what about you?

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"Little comrade, little comrade!"

Luan Dongyang had already been tied up by the party flag Dangyu and thrown onto the sofa behind him.

After Luan Zhou put down his pen, he was in a state of extreme agitation, and Wei Nanfeng was trying to forcefully wake him up.

If during the home rehearsal process, the person involved suddenly behaves differently from ordinary people, it is likely that they have fallen into a misunderstanding and cannot get out of it. If this situation does not allow them to return to a normal mental state in time, it will be very dangerous.

Luan Zhou tightly grasped the edge of the drawing paper with both hands, and Wei Nanfeng took some effort to separate his fingers one by one.

"hiss--"

After seeing the painting clearly, Wei Nanfeng gasped.It took Luan Zhou a long time to draw this painting, and he took every stroke very seriously. He never expected...

"What the hell is this? Is it the Hell Hundred Ghosts Illustrated Book???"

Wei Nanfeng's brows frowned into a "Chuan" character. After carefully identifying it for a long time, he could barely see that he had drawn a big house that didn't connect to the sky and didn't connect to the ground. There was a lot of white space on the top and bottom, and all the people, trees, and cars were crowded into the house. inside

Wei Nanfeng: ...

The blank space on the top and bottom of the screen proves that he is depressed, but what kind of operation is this big group of people?

Wei Nanfeng stretched out his hand and rubbed his head. The little comrade was wearing a loose sweater today, with no hairstyle, and looked particularly easy to bully.

Because he was afraid of irritating Luan Zhou who was in a free state, Wei Nanfeng squatted in front of him, pointed to the house on the painting, and tried to communicate with him in a tone of coaxing kindergarten children: "Is this your house? Your house is so big , can hold so many people."

Luan Zhou stared at him fixedly, his consciousness was gradually returning, and he confirmed that the person in front of him was really Wei Nanfeng. The uneasiness and fear in his heart were swept away, and he blinked one eye mischievously: "Yes, although the family is big, But the heart is small."

Only now did Wei Nanfeng see that he had framed the two villains in the middle with a heart-shaped door, while the others were scattered around, "Who are these people outside?"

"They are my readers, they are all my family."

Wei Nanfeng nodded with a smile, as he guessed, and pointed to the two villains in the middle, "What about these two?"

"The shorter one is me."

"The one next to you holding hands is..."

"the person I like."

Hearing this, Wei Nanfeng felt suffocated in his chest. He knew that if he asked any further questions, it would be beyond the scope of what a trainer should understand, but he couldn't help himself to stop.

He wants to know the answer, but is afraid of knowing the answer. There is a trace of hope hidden in the fear,

"Can you tell me who that person is?"

Luan Zhou suddenly laughed, this smile was too dazzling, Wei Nanfeng's nervous expression was reflected in his clear eyes.

The next second, he saw himself in those pupils suddenly enlarged, and Luan Zhou cupped his face and kissed him.

The author has something to say: Lao Lu: Are you afraid that you are going to piss me off!It's an enlightenment

Luan Zhou: Hehehe

Old Lu: Hey, you are a horse!