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Mao Fei had a gentle and wonderful dream.

In the dream, he was a blooming peach blossom, which fell into a pool of hot springs, the petals were wet, and floated on the rippling water waves gently, ups and downs, feeling happy, as if having fun, the stamens They stretched happily and trembled.

All of a sudden, someone picked her up and put it on her lips to kiss greedily, sniffing the fragrance of his flowers and tasting his nectar.

That person wanted to make him into peach blossom stuffing.

He was put into the stone mortar, the stone mortar was not as soft as bluestone, like a ball of cotton, the pestle fell down, gently kneaded his petals slowly, the flower core could not bear being ground, and became soft and muddy.

The fermented rice is fragrant and sweet, but the flower juice is not too strong.

The pestle seemed to be pounding endlessly, and the peach blossom that bullied him was innocent and lovely, so pitiful.

Since it is flower wine, in addition to flowers, there must also be wine.

The mellow white wine is poured into the peach blossoms, the aroma of the wine is overflowing, and the flowers and branches are trembling. The two slowly blend together, fermenting the taste of ecstasy in the silent aftertaste.

Just a cup of drink will make the peach blossom stuffing that is intoxicating, brewed.

Mao Feimeng woke up.

The heavy curtains obscured the light, making it difficult for him to distinguish day from night.

He slid half of his eyes open, and the soft light from the wall lamp caressed his flushed cheeks like drunkenness.

He hasn't been separated from the dream, is he the peach blossom, or is the peach blossom him?

The blanket was warm, Mao Fei was extremely lazy, he opened his eyes little by little, and finally saw where he was.

He turned over and slept on his side for too long, his ears were numb and painful from the pressure, his throat was uncomfortable, his waist was probably broken, and he was paralyzed from the waist down.

"What time is it?" Mao Fei thought.

After a few minutes, Mao Fei thought again: "Where are people?"

What about the person who got him here?

Mao Fei sat up on the bed slowly, and looked down to see that he was naked with blue and red spots.

In the past, I hid quietly in some corner of the school with my boyfriend and kissed and kissed. The most extreme thing was to pull the collar apart and plant strawberries for each other. He liked it and thought it was possession, it was a quiet declaration, and there was a kind of secretive joy. .

It's just that I have never seen this kind of strawberry army before. Mao Fei poked the one that fell next to the navel with his finger, it was so soft.

He tried his best to remember whether he had sucked a few men, but after a few seconds of recalling, he realized, shit, he couldn't remember.

"I, sex/love, did it break up?" Mao Fei was completely awake, unbelievably able to recall, intermittently, remembering the pleasure, but not the plot.

Speechless to himself, he lifted the quilt out of bed and sat on the edge of the bed. Mao Fei saw his mobile phone and a note pad on the bedside table.

Take the phone first, "14:26" on the lock screen stunned Mao Fei, he actually slept for so long!

The WeChat window under the time was still popping up, Mao Fei hurriedly unlocked it, saw that Ran Qing didn't ask anything, and sent him a screen full of question marks.

Feifei: Here I come!

Ran Qing:! ! !

Feifei: Sorry, I overslept... [help.gif]

Ran Qing: I can really sleep, I'm so worried!

Ran Qing: In class, after the roll call, you are the only one who skipped class.

Feifei: [crying.gif] Now that the curls are all curled up, I will walk back slowly and bring milk tea for you and Xiao Xiao, what flavor do you want?

Ran Qing: Just bring yourself back, I'm going to class first.

Mao Fei withdrew, pretended not to see Zhuang Qiang's news, clicked on "pig", and nearly a hundred messages gradually changed from soft words to harsh words, and finally even said "expuls you from the club".

Mao Fei watched the fun, it seems that the senior is really confused, beautiful.

Putting down the phone, Mao Fei went to get the note pad, and the strong pen writing on the paper was pleasing to the eye: there are porridge and snacks in the kitchen incubator.You have applied the ointment twice to reduce swelling and relieve pain. If you still feel unwell when you wake up, apply it again.I'm going out, call me if I need something.

There was a string of numbers at the end. Mao Fei stared at them, with a smirk that he was particularly proud of but didn't want to admit. He saved the number in his phone, hovered on the name column for three seconds, and then typed "Zhuang Zhou" two times. words.

Without logic, he only wants to be romantic, he is a peach blossom in his dream, and he thinks that the man is Zhuang Sheng who dreams of him.

Mao Fei put the pad back on the low cabinet, and saw the neglected ointment next to the desk lamp, "applied twice for you", how did you apply it?With a cotton swab or your fingers?Why do you have no memory at all?

The smirk at the corner of his mouth couldn't be suppressed anymore, Mao Fei rubbed his hot face, stood up naked and went to the bathroom to wash up, after a while he came out wrapped in a bathrobe, he was so hungry, he went to the kitchen to find something to eat.

There is porridge in the incubator, custard buns and cream steamed buns, and a glass of pure milk. Outside the incubator are sliced ​​cakes and strawberries that were not favored last night.

Mao Fei felt that he was too bad, and the people he put pigeons on were probably going crazy, but he was wasting his time here.

With a full stomach, Mao Fei went back to the bedroom, opened a new page of notepad, and wrote with a pen: Thank you for the hospitality, and see you again.

After hesitating for a moment, he put down the pen, and finally did not write the phone number on it.

Since you want to be dreamed in a dream, then leave a little bit of concern --- tricks, who can't play?

Pack up and go home.

Coming out of Berwin, Mao Fei was dazzled by the vast white snow. There were all private cars at the door, and there were no taxis at all. He wrapped his scarf tightly and walked down the street. It hurts to blow on the face.

There was a bus stop on the side of the street. Mao Fei hid under the platform and waited for the bus. He was unlucky. None of the taxis passed by had a green light. He shivered in the wind and snow and was almost frozen. When it docked slowly, it got in without hesitation.

At 03:30 in the afternoon, during working hours, the seat in the bus is loose. Mao Fei sits by the window and enjoys the scenery along the road, shaking while admiring it. The warm baby in the shoe socket is no longer hot. It is cold and hard, like stepping on a board brick.

Missing the warm embrace last night, it was so hot, it almost made him fascinated.

Mao Fei covered his lower abdomen with his hands down, and there was a clip replaying in his mind at the right time:

He was curled up in the bed, and the man behind him was tightly pressed together like a stack of spoons. He was accusing, softly: "It's going to break..."

The man asked: "Where is it going to break?"

He hummed: "Stomach hurts..."

Then a hand reached out and covered his sore belly: "Let me touch it, is it here?"

Mao Fei felt comfortable being touched, didn't say a word, just enjoyed it.

The man chuckled, and pecked a kiss next to his ear, his voice was hoarse after soaking in passion/desire: "It won't hurt if you rub it."

Mao Fei closed his eyes tightly and wailed silently. A wave of lingering heat waved uncontrollably in his body. It was numb and crisp. He hurriedly pressed his stomach and rubbed it indiscriminately to dispel the unbearable heat.

The bus stops at the back gate of the school, just near the dormitory.

Mao Fei walked back in the snow, and packed two cups of red bean paste when he passed the milk tea shop. No wonder he treated Zhuang Qiang differently.

I remember that the first time I invited everyone to drink milk tea was because Zhuang Qiang was successfully appointed as the head of the life department. He was a freshman and he was not very familiar with him.

Anyway, when it comes to junk food, if you include the word "food", the effect will not be so embarrassing.

Back in the dormitory, Mao Fei wrapped two cups of bean paste with a scarf to keep warm, and then took off his ice-like short boots to save his feet. The ankles and half of the calves were stiff and needed to be warmed up urgently.

Mao Fei took a pot of hot water, and after testing his feet a few times, he finally soaked in it. At that moment, he was so happy that he was almost incontinent. He sighed in comfort, and then picked up his phone to reply to the message.

Pei Li: Good boy, is the milk delicious?

The milk that comes out of Pei Li's mouth is definitely not legitimate milk.

Feifei: It's delicious. I drank it to fragments. I made up everything and didn't even remember how he cleaned it for me last night.

Pei Li: Dizzy?

Feifei: It's not so tragic. I can recover my memory after my passion fades away.

Pei Li: I'll let you go on vacation tomorrow, take care of yourself.

Feifei: [kiss.jpg]

The toes rubbed against each other, and they were already burnt red. Mao Fei wiped them dry with a towel. After tidying up, he hugged his beloved Switch and crawled into the bed. Hearing the door lock ring in the failed game, Ran Qing and Xia Xiao Xiao came back from get out of class.

Mao Fei leaned his head on the head of the bed and said condescendingly, "I'm here."

He said again: "There is hot bean paste in the scarf, drink it quickly."

Ran Qing glanced at him: "What's the matter with your voice?"

Mao Fei felt guilty, buried his mouth in the quilt and said in a sullen voice, "I sang a few more songs yesterday when I was happy, I'm dumb."

Xia Xiaoxiao put the bean paste in a straw and handed it to Ran Qing, and he started to suck it himself, he said: "You don't know how anxious he is when you haven't come back after noon, he didn't answer the phone and didn't return the message, so I went to find him." is you."

The bean paste is soft and glutinous, sweet and not greasy, Ran Qing took a big gulp, and it warmed up to his stomach.

"I'm about to leave. Fortunately, Xiao Xiao stopped me. I first checked the business hours of your cousin's house on the Internet. I almost went for nothing." Ran Qing raised his head and criticized him, "Feifei, you know that your mobile phone can be set. Alarm clock?"

Mao Fei "hmm" knew the mistake and corrected it: "I promise I won't forget it next time."

Xia Xiaoxiao watched happily from the side: "You two are like brothers, the older brother teaches the younger brother a lesson."

Mao Feishun flattered him: "Brother Ran Qing."

Ran Qing was amused: "The bean paste is delicious, thank you."

"Also, I caused trouble for you last night, my senior..." Mao Fei half-squatted up, the muscles involved in his waist almost made him grin, "I agreed to show you the oil painting, the key It's on the table."

Xia Xiaoxiao was very curious, and came over to unlock the cabinet: "He came to look for you this morning, Zhuang Qiang told him not to worry, I think he is already in a hurry to chop someone with an ax."

Mao Fei smiled "hehe": "He lied to me with his glib tongue, I'm so angry, am I easy to bully?"

Ran Qing sat on the chair waiting to look at the painting, and said happily after hearing the words: "It's so bullying, I want to bully you even if I'm not gay."

Before the lock was opened, Zhuang Qiang came back.

Seeing that the three were talking and laughing, he immediately threw the book on the table and frowned at Mao Fei: "Mao Fei! What's wrong with you! See how many troubles you have caused?"

Xia Xiaoxiao also threw the key on the table, and said with a clatter: "What trouble did he get into? Can you control it?"

Zhuang Qiang is not as tall as him, so he still has to stare at him: "Don't keep your word! Playing with their president! You skipped class all afternoon yesterday, and skipped class all day today. You two answered him in the morning, and Mr. Song answered in the afternoon. I can't hide from the class, he didn't come to the two classes, make a good impression on the new substitute teacher! I don't remember anyone's name, so I will remember you, Mao Fei!"

Ran Qing rolled her eyes: "You are the only one in the class who has a sense of collective honor."

Zhuang Qiang couldn't tell that this was an affirmative statement: "You two in the whole class don't have a sense of collective honor."

Xia Xiaoxiao said "ah", "Add me, I don't have one either."

Mao Fei interrupted several times but couldn't get in, so he leaned on the iron railing beside the bed and said loudly, "I'll go tomorrow!"

Zhuang Qiang looked at him: "If you don't go, you will be forsythia twice, just wait to fail."

Mao Fei was so annoyed: "I'll go, I'll go!"

Ran Qing rolled his eyes again, probably complaining that he is a bully.

Mao Fei yelled until he was sweating, but Zhuang Qiang didn't expect that he didn't finish: "Where are you painting? What are you doing still lying on the bed? Hurry up and send it to someone."

Xia Xiaoxiao leaned against Mao Fei's closet, hugged his chest and said, "I said, you are Zhuang Qiang, Zhuang Qiang, you are putting on airs all day long, is that interesting? You are too lenient, aren't you?"

Zhuang Qiang is not afraid of ridicule: "I see injustice, you can see that he doesn't mean what he says, and makes others anxious."

Mao Fei was so angry that his head was congested: "I don't care about the labor and management! The labor and management just want to make him angry! If he is anxious to death, I will be so happy!"

Zhuang Qiang said angrily: "Is it plausible! How old are you and not childish!"

Mao Fei yelled: "Lao-management is outrageous! You ask him, is he honest?!"

The sound was broken, and Ran Qing couldn't stand it anymore. Just as she stood up, there was a knock on the door of the dormitory, and someone shouted outside: "Zhuang Qiang, I'm going to the student union meeting, let's go together."

Zhuang Qiang let out a heavy "hum", turned around, opened the door and left.

Mao Fei threw himself on the bed and coughed, Xia Xiaoxiao handed over his thermos cup: "What's the rush, are you afraid you won't be able to disturb him?"

Mao Fei unscrewed the lid as if saving his life and muttered, his throat was moistened to feel better, Ran Qing said convincingly: "There is something wrong with him, he is quite normal when he is normal, but he looks like he escaped from a madhouse when he is abnormal. "

After drinking the water, the cup was placed on the bedside for the time being, Mao Fei poured it into the pillow and rubbed it uncomfortable, and said: "The painting, look at it, praise me after reading it, and I will go to bed after the praise."

Xia Xiaoxiao unlocked the bag and took out the painting bag, carefully: "You can still paint?"

Ran Qing grasped the point: "Didn't you just wake up for three hours, why are you sleepy?"

"Uncomfortable." Mao Fei hummed, "I was admitted as an art student, so of course I can draw."

The oil painting finally saw the light of day. The two laymen couldn't understand the way, and they lost their words when they put their heads together and stared at the full painting of the galaxy, and there was no movement for a long time.

Mao Fei waited, then urged: "What's wrong?"

Xia Xiaoxiao said, "I want to grab it too."

Ran Qing said: "Add me, this is too pretty."

Satisfied with his vanity, Mao Fei arched into the bed, found a comfortable position, closed his eyes and did not move: "After reading it, put it away and lock it up, this is my baby."