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After the lights were turned off, the dormitory was quiet.

The sky was clear, with gentle moonlight and broken stars falling on the balcony.

Ran Qing was sleeping with his back to the wall, and saw Mao Fei sitting on the bed in meditation, holding a piece of clothing and burying his whole face in it, he took out his phone and sent an emoji: [Small question mark, do you have many friends? .jpg]

There is no movement of fart, no notification sound, no vibration, no light, probably the phone is muted and stuffed under the pillow.

So Ran Qing silently stared and raped Mao Fei, watching him freeze for about a minute, then finally raised his face, and then buried him down again, like a kitten sucking on milk, but he rubbed a lot.

Ran Qing was shocked, and whispered: "Mao Fei!"

Mao Fei was taken aback, and sat up straight: "Huh?"

"...What's the matter with you? Are you still lying down?"

"Lie down here!"

Mao Fei hurriedly got into the bed, hugged Zhuang Zhou's shirt in his arms, pulled out a cuff and put it next to his face, he could faintly smell the mixture of perfume and home between his breaths, it smelled very good, it was exclusive to The taste of Zhuang Zhou.

Satisfied, Mao Fei clicked on his phone to reply to the message, saw Ran Qing asked him: I thought you were crying, what are you doing?

Feifei: Don't ask, I'm ashamed.

Immediately afterwards, he didn't tell himself: he had committed an idiot's disease.

Ran Qing: Could it be... Butterfly's clothes?

Feifei: [The old face turns red.jpg] Shredded coconut!

Ran Qing is unlikely to be able to withstand this shock. He is extremely fragile and sensitive during this time. He clutches his phone and takes a deep breath, deeply doubting whether he has stepped into the ranks of homophobia.

When he knew that Mao Fei and their teacher Zhuang had changed from a one-night stand to a one-night stand, he was not so speechless. He still praised the wonderful fate from the bottom of his heart.

Ran Qing tried to imagine that she was holding Xia Xiaoxiao's clothes in her arms...the jersey soaked in sweat after playing a game...the clean sweater that had just been washed and dried...the close-fitting pajamas...

There are also such plots in "Not Much to Talk about". After the two people in the article broke the mirror, Ran Qing guarded what Xia Xiaoxiao left behind and fell into inextricable nostalgia, tortured by the nostalgia into an extremely paranoid Fetish sufferer.

Ran Qing turned over and lay flat, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

I also asked Zhenzhen why she wrote pornographic literature about her boyfriend and his roommate. Isn’t it strange, confused, or OOC?

"No, you don't really believe me, do you? I said I used you two as a model?" Zhenzhen said with a smile, "Actually, I used to write articles on the website to earn some manuscript fees. Otherwise, how could I have written the article in such a short time? A text of hundreds of thousands of words? I just replaced the protagonist with the names of both of you."

Then Lianmai played around and read a few passages from Qingshuiqiao, which everyone enjoyed listening to.

Then I have to watch the full text, which triggers a series of headaches.

Ran Qing sighed, feeling relieved for a moment, regretting the crematorium.

I have to go to Benxian next month, with these two people accompanying me, I don't know what the scene will be like.

Mao Fei waited for a few minutes but did not get a reply from Ran Qing. He looked over the phone and saw that there was no light on the opposite bed, so he must be asleep.

He continued to chat with Zhuang Zhou: Our couple outfits have finally shipped, and you will have ice silk skirts to wear next week, [/Star Eyes].

Brother: [excuse mi.gif]

Mao Fei made up the picture in his brain. What a stunning picture of Zhuang Zhou wearing a hip-length skirt with ice silk suspenders in a vacuum. Did you mess with a dress when shopping for home clothes?

Really looking forward to it!

Mao Fei hugged his shirt tightly, looking as beautiful as a two hundred and five under the quilt.

Suddenly a new pop-up window popped up, from Xia Xiaoxiao: [Picture] Dazzling, I'm afraid I'll buy a counterfeit one, can you help me take a look?

The picture is a screenshot of Taobao, full of Songzhi cakes.

Mao Fei pondered for a moment, and then slowly told the story: Back then, I had a friend who transferred to Yuanlan, so far away. He asked me to post Songzhi cakes to him, because his sweetheart liked them very much. People are now short of getting a certificate.

Xia Xiaoxiao: [/smoking]

Mao Fei looked at the pictures carefully, but he was not sure which one was genuine, so he hesitated to circle one of them and send it to Xiao Xiao, and said: I can also ask my mother to order it by mail to ensure the authenticity.

Xia Xiaoxiao: [Gong Xi Fa Cai Da Ji Da Li] Then I will leave it to you and auntie.

Feifei: Don't worry!In addition to sesame and cheese, there are many other flavors, I will choose some for you.

Xia Xiaoxiao: Thank you, I'll treat you to milk tea tomorrow.

Mao Fei accepted the red envelope, sighing again and again, feeling distressed that Xiao Xiao fell in love with a straight man, and the straight man has a girlfriend. The road to breaking the curve is long and difficult.

He burrowed under the quilt, and buried his face in the shirt again. Only after comparing with each other, did he know how lucky and happy he was.

Breathing out a layer of mist on the screen of the phone, Mao Fei wiped it carelessly, and sent Zhuang Zhou a long line of kisses: My body hurts, I don’t want to go dancing tomorrow.

Brother: Then don’t go, you can also exercise at home.

Feifei: Let’s make lemon chicken tonight, okay?

Brother: Good.

Brother: What else do you want to eat?

Feifei: I still want to eat the cake you made, but I haven't had it for a long time, I'm greedy.

Zhuang Zhou was sitting in the study, and he was making a video call with Li Wei. The two cats were running around and frequently caught in the camera. Not to mention, even Zhuang Zhou himself was obviously absent-minded.

Li Wei just came back from the beauty salon, and asked while taking off his makeup: "Zhan Yao too has her own ideas, and today I asked her how she thinks about the surrounding market, and she submitted a long speech to refute me."

Zhuang Zhou only said "um", and typed back to his sweetheart: Let's go shopping together tomorrow and buy butter.

Immediately afterwards, I received a long series of kisses: Brother, I miss you, I miss you so much.

Zhuang Zhou laughed lightly, reminiscing about Mao Fei's coquettish tone in his mind, it was pure and lovely and like a hair/emotional wave, straight to the soul.

"What are you doing?" Li Wei paused to take off his makeup, and saw Zhuang Zhou's smiling face clearly through the video, "You left Yun Ning after answering the phone, and you haven't come back yet, what do you want to do? ?”

Zhuang Zhou looked up at the notebook and said, "I want to settle down and start a business."

"Really? Just right, I've found a lot of girls you're interested in. Since you don't want to come back, I'll arrange for them to go to Yun Ning to find you."

"It's useless to come here." Zhuang Zhou was too lazy to have a big fight with Li Weila, he joked, "If I was interested in a girl, Zhan Yao's children and I would be running all over the place now."

Li Wei frowned, his eyes full of dissatisfaction: "Your brother is unrestrained all day long, and you are also hard-winged."

"My brother is chic, you see my dad is so relieved to hand over the red nest to him, it shows that my brother must be reliable when it is time to be serious."

Zhuang Zhou didn't want to talk to her any more, the so-called words are not speculative, and he had a deep understanding of this truth when he was young and sensible.

It just so happened that Xiaosheng was chasing after Huadan, stepped on the power button with one paw, and the screen of the computer went black immediately. Zhuang Zhou simply closed his notebook and chased behind his butt for more than half the house before he managed to catch the two masters. .”

The next day, the spring rain struck again, with black clouds like splashed ink and thunder like drums.

There was a morning class at 07:30, Xia Xiaoxiao stood beside Mao Fei's bed and asked him to get up, Mao Fei muttered: "I want to kiss."

Xia Xiaoxiao's expression was like being struck by lightning, he couldn't think about it, how did his teacher Zhuang wake up his roommate?

Xia Xiaoxiao "hey" him, "Wake up," and looked towards the closed bathroom, "Fortunately, it wasn't Zhuang Qiang who came to call you."

Ran Qing was afraid of the cold, so she changed into a thicker coat than yesterday: "What's wrong?"

"Oh, it's nothing," Xiao Xiao scratched his head, "Mao Fei thought he was still in Xingzhui Tianye, and regarded me as his cousin."

After hearing this, Ran Qing leaned over. He was so short that he had to step on the beam of the chair. He reached out and rubbed his fingers next to Mao Fei's ear: "Get up!"

Mao Fei finally opened his eyes and turned over. His whole body was still in pain and he didn't even dare to stretch his waist. He stared sleepily at the two people who urged him to get up to scare him for being late, and hummed, "You two, black and white impermanence."

Ran Qing was dressed in white, and Xiao Xiao was dressed in black, which was quite appropriate. The two of them looked at each other, and Ran Qing asked, "Aren't you cold? You're dressed so thin."

Xia Xiaoxiao wanted to say it wasn't cold, but after thinking about it, she turned around and put on another coat.

It rained heavily all day, and before school was over in the afternoon, the sky was already drenched and dark.

Zhuang Zhou wanted to write a weekly summary, so Mao Fei went to wait in the Mercedes-Benz first. The last time he called Tong Yuwen was a heavy rainy day, and this time it was again.

The mother and son chatted over the phone for half an hour, and the conversation was very lively. After hanging up the phone, Mao Fei was afraid that his mother would forget, so he edited and sent the flavors of Songzhi Cake in text, and then reported it to Xia Xiaoxiao. Xin'er: The cake will arrive next week.

The wind and rain were raging outside the car, which set off the peace and quiet inside the car.

Zhuang Zhou still got half of his body wet under the umbrella, he got into the carriage, brushed his hair, and said with a smile, "What's the matter?"

Mao Fei stared at him for two classes but didn't stare enough, and said straightly: "I miss you, I want to kiss you."

He hadn't touched and kissed Zhuang Zhou for a day, and he felt uncomfortable all over, but he didn't dare to say it, for fear that Zhuang Zhou would think he was too clingy.

The rain washes away the glass, making it impossible to see the outside clearly, only passers-by with umbrellas can be vaguely seen.

The two people in the car drank poison to quench their thirst, and the brief kiss drew out more lingering desires, one wanted to be raped, and the other wanted to be raped.

The Mercedes drove out of the school and headed towards the shopping mall they often went to.

The road was slippery, there were many cars, and the main road was blocked into a mosaic, which gave them enough opportunities to sneak a kiss.

Mao Fei pressed the palm of his hand on the wet area, which was the corner of Zhuang Zhou's clothes. He unbuckled his seat belt for him: "Take it off, isn't it uncomfortable to be wet?"

Zhuang Zhou followed him and took off his suit. The shirt he wore today was pure black. He asked, "Where are my clothes?"

"If you give it to me, it's mine," Mao Fei cheated. "It's still in my bed, and I can hold it when I go back to sleep next time."

Zhuang Zhou laughed, "Don't you think so?"

"Not too bad. If you wash it, it will only smell like washing powder."

He also turned a corner to talk about love.

Zhuang Zhou touched his ears: "Feifei, I went to buy an easel at noon today, as well as some gouache paints and brushes."

Mao Fei turned to kiss his palm, and muttered, "What are you doing?"

"Draw for you, you can draw whenever you want."

"Are you suggesting that I give you the painting?"

Zhuang Zhou spoiled him and laughed at him: "It's a clear indication. How many times have you said that you forgot? Next time, I'll go directly to your dormitory and stare at you to get it."

Mao Fei moved, lifted the hem of the sweater, took Zhuang Zhou's hand and stuffed it inside, trying to quibble: "It's only a few times, and I haven't been back to the dormitory a few times."

Touching the warm skin with his fingertips, he pinched near his navel, Zhuang Zhou smiled and said, "What is this for?"

"What else can I do?" Mao Fei put on a look of letting you pick and choose, "I will touch it for you, and I will apologize."

At the intersection, wait for another red light to leave this creeping main road.

There was a sound of horns, but no one cared about it. There are always some people who stubbornly believe that honking can relieve traffic congestion, but this burst of rapid horns is from far to near, accompanied by a huge, piercing impact, and rushed to the city in the blink of an eye. In front of you!

The roar in the ears stopped abruptly at a certain moment as the sky spun, and turned into a long, sharp sound that pierced the brain, and the viscous liquid was sucked into the nose, which was very choking, but Mao Fei coughed unconsciously, and he instinctively closed it tightly The eyes seemed to sink into the bottom of the abyss in an instant, and the whole body was squeezed to the point of breaking, and the pain could not be felt, so he could only be trapped in this small space and endure the violent bumps.

The time was stretched infinitely, and the sticky liquid flowed layer by layer, covering the eyelashes and flooding the lips. Mao Fei slowly woke up from the dizziness. Clogged with blood, the convulsions in the stomach caused the whole body to twitch, making everything so unreal.

For a long while, Mao Fei was shaking, he was paralyzed and unable to move for a moment, his tinnitus gradually subsided, and when he opened his eyes, he saw two different worlds, half full of blood red and half full of dust. The moment it happened, he was embraced by Zhuang Zhou with all his strength.

The dusty world soon became clear, and Mao Fei burst into tears, panting heavily, and called out, "Zhuang Zhou... Zhuang Zhou... woo..."

Zhuang Zhou didn't make a sound, Mao Fei was so frightened that he didn't know what to do, he didn't dare to touch Zhuang Zhou, and he didn't bother to think about where the blood came from. He turned his head vigorously, the car windows were all broken, and there was a mess outside the window, Someone was taking pictures, someone was screaming, he couldn't see clearly, tears were so turbulent that his vision was blurred, "Zhuang Zhou...don't scare me...Zhuang Zhou..." Mao Fei called him in a murmur. The weight was so heavy that he was almost suffocated, but he didn't dare to stop, "Zhuang Zhou... woo..."

Suddenly, the phone rang intermittently, as if the signal was not good.

It took Mao Fei a few seconds to hear clearly. He tremblingly wanted to pull out an arm, thinking that it would be restrained, but unexpectedly, Zhuang Zhou's hug loosened softly...

Mao Fei couldn't take it anymore, his heartbeat was almost gone, he choked up, bit his lip to hold back his collapse, "Calm down, calm down..." Mao Fei encouraged himself in his heart, but the tears became more and more rampant , "It will be fine, it will be fine..."

The bell rang once, then rang again.

Mao Fei raised his hand and wiped his eyes, the pain gradually returned, every inch of flesh felt like a knife cut, he wiped off the thick blood on his left eye, the nausea came again, but he couldn't care less, the twisted and broken A caller ID icon was lit on the center console, and Mao Fei identified the caller as "Song Yusong" from his confused vision.

To receive this call, Mao Fei thought, please, don't hang up!