Ride boat

Zheng Xiaozhou was the first to return to the dormitory. He stretched out a towel and snorted wildly. The night in November was still quite cold, and the dormitory hadn't been heated. He couldn't help shivering when he took off his wet shirt. Quickly climbed the ladder and got under the bed.

Zheng Xiaozhou shivered and curled up for a while, feeling more comfortable, then took out a book of math exercises from under the pillow and opened it, without writing, just looked down one by one, passed it if he could, held back if he couldn't Think about it in your head.Although Zheng Xiaozhou's grades are not top-notch, he also has his own system.He has good comprehension and spatial imagination. He basically memorizes the liberal arts in his heart, and he can barely do mathematics. It's just physics, chemistry, and life garbage. He has a headache when he reads the formulas. When I look back, I feel like shit, a big lump of blackness.That's how the score was pulled down, but people didn't care about it. They always felt that if they applied for the liberal arts, it should be no problem to take the 211 exam.

Zheng Xiaozhou looked at the visual question and felt sleepy for some reason today. He stuffed the book and closed his eyes, pulled the quilt and fell asleep in a second as usual.

When Zhe Qing went back to bed, she saw Zheng Xiaozhou was still lying on her stomach reading the questions, and when she came back from washing, she found that the quilt was already limp.Zhe Qing went up the ladder, opened the neatly stacked blue plaid quilt, and lay down on the pillow.

After lying down for a while, Zhe Qing slowly straightened up.He turned his head slightly, and Zheng Xiaozhou was lying comfortably on his back on the bed, sleeping in an extremely indecent position, the blue plaid quilt of the same style was already wrinkled, and the plastic leather exercise book issued by the school was rolled up under the pillow , ravaged like a roll of toilet paper.

Wherever Zheng Xiaozhou is, there is his kennel.

Zhe Qing frowned, seeing his wet black hair messily attached to the pillow, she couldn't help scoffing at his living habits again.

Lie on the bed while doing homework, lost your eyes?Going to bed without wiping your hair is just looking for a cold.

A few roommates have to go to the cafeteria to have a crazy meal before going back to bed after four nights. Usually, the brain cells are not much wasted, and they don't treat themselves badly when it comes to eating.At this moment, there was no one in the dormitory, and Zheqing looked at Zheng Xiaozhou's soaked pillow, and felt obsessive-compulsive disorder. She got out of bed and took the towel she had dried herself, and stood directly at the head of Zheng Xiaozhou's bed, supporting his neck with one hand, and the other Reached out with one hand and laid out the white towel.

Zheng Xiaozhou's head hung back limply.Zhe Qing uncontrollably thought of the baby being held by an adult, because the neck was too tender to bear the weight of the head, so it needed to be carefully supported by the palm of the hand to stay in the arms obediently.

The palm of Zhe Qing's hand is extremely delicate and warm. Zheng Xiaozhou's hands seem to be hard everywhere, but in fact, it feels like the flexibility of a young man's skin, like his neck is still a little soft, and he sucks his hands when he hugs him, and he is so obedient , she was sucking her mouth again, her jaw was moving, more like a little...

Zheqing's hands froze suddenly, and threw him onto the pillow as if he had been scalded. Zheng Xiaozhou groaned dissatisfiedly, turned over, the quilt was rolled between his legs, and his white back was unreservedly Shown in front of Zhe Qing.

Like a silent lake covered with snow.

Zhe Qing found that all the metaphors in his mind came to life in an instant, Zheng Xiaozhou, who was asleep, had an inexplicable holiness, emitting countless ripening small molecules of ethylene, which made the metaphors in his mind come to fruition.

Zhe Qing took a sip of water from the cup, went to bed and opened the book, yesterday's Chinese teacher ordered him to spare time to read the novel this week.Mrs. Sun is the kind of old teacher from the last century. She has her own ideas about this subject, and she always emphasizes that if you don’t read books, you can’t learn Chinese well.She made a list of books for the top ten students in her grade, and asked to read one by one.

Zhe Qing opened the book "The Unbearable Lightness of Being", and Mrs. Sun took good care of it. There was a dark red rectangular name stamp on the title page, and notes were written neatly on each page. The pages were thin and yellowed, and Zhe Qing almost It's turning the pages with bated breath.

He didn't like the translator's accent, and couldn't read it for too long, so he tried his best to turn two pages back, his eyes swept away, and he was slowly stunned.

"He said to himself again, Teresa is a child who was floated down the river in a resin-coated basket. The river is rough, how can you put this basket with a child in the water and let it float Oh! If Pharaoh's daughter hadn't caught the cradle in the water where the baby Moses was placed, there would be no "Old Testament" in the world, and there would be no civilization in our world! How many ancient myths have been cast aside as outcasts? The rescue plot begins! If Polybus had not adopted little Oedipus, Sophocles could not have written his most beautiful tragedy."

The ocher green eyelids twitched, and when I looked down, my whole heart seemed to be flooded by sea water. The sea water was mixed with gravel and sand, cold and tight, and was transported to the limbs and bones by blood circulation, making people feel cold to the fingertips in an instant. . "Thomas didn't realize at the time that metaphors are a dangerous thing. People can't play with metaphors. A simple metaphor can generate love from it.".

love?

what.

Zhe Qing almost laughed out loud, snorted coldly, put the book back into the paper bag and hung it on the bed rail, lay down and forced herself to fall asleep as soon as possible.

The roommates entered the dormitory one after another, quietly opened the chair to study, the headlights were turned off, the charging table lamp was on, and a small white light leaked out.

After an unknown amount of time, the lights went out one after another, and the sound of rustling undressing and going to bed gradually disappeared, everything returned to silence, the curtains were drawn tightly, and there was no moon.

Zheqing lay upright under the quilt, like a corpse placed in a coffin.

He opened his eyes slowly.

Some things don't exist unless you deny them.Even every time you deny it, you will strengthen your identification with it.

That bit of coolness has melted into the blood, the salt evaporates, and the heat rushes into the right atrium and circulates scaldingly into the lungs. Thousands of capillaries are scrambling to eat and transport the heat, pushing the heat back into the lungs. The left atrium was destroyed, and the cycle continued endlessly.

Some things enter the blood and will stay in the human body for a lifetime.The feelings of adolescence are like a virus, which penetrates into the heart veins and circulates over and over again. If no antibodies can be developed, it has to be indulged, boiled all the time, and circulated until death.

The pathological medicine of love is ignored, and there is only one way to cure the disease.

his redemption.

Zhe Qing felt thirsty and couldn't help sitting up.He turned around, put his hands on the railing at the head of the bed, and bent down to observe Zheng Xiaozhou's face carefully. The dim corridor light outside the corridor came through the small window glass and sprinkled on Zheng Xiaozhou's face.

From the opposite angle, the forehead is smooth, the brows are stretched, the roots are delicate, and the atrium is short, which looks extremely young, and the fierce and annoying energy is no longer awake.The mouth is tilted up obediently, revealing a little white, looking like a spoiled child.

Give me a kiss, okay?

OK.

it is good.

Zhe Qing leaned her body, lowered her head and kissed.

Zhe Qing kissed someone backwards for the first time.

Zhe Qing kissed someone for the first time.

Zheqing kissed Zheng Xiaozhou for the first time.

small boat.

his boat.

The ocher boat.

Very light call, between the lips and teeth.He kissed innocently, licking Zheng Xiaozhou's small lips and moist lower lip, caressing it lingeringly, biting it carefully, and finally, like a stamp, he dropped a clumsy kiss.

Zheng Xiaozhou seemed to be a little itchy, turned his side to continue sleeping, the corner of his mouth moved, and the dimple on his right cheek flashed.

Zhe Qing kissed his cheap pear dimple without hesitation, sticking out her tongue to lick it, the touch is very waxy, very fine velvet, ripe peaches and plums.

Zhe Qing suddenly felt that something was wrong, and when his body became cold, he felt a line of sight drifting over from the opposite side.Looking away from the corner of the eye, he saw Liang Ran's face turned sideways, staring at him with a pair of big shiny eyes that were frightened.

Zhe Qing suddenly felt indifferent, he imitated Zheng Xiaozhou's signature smile, and hooked the corner of his right lip with the tip of his eyes.

Liang Ran quickly turned to face the wall.He got into the quilt and swallowed desperately, what was the math problem he did three nights today, yes, think slowly, he will fall asleep, fall asleep quickly...

The pathology of love is an unfathomable fate; and the method of curing the disease is the salvation that does not care about medicine or stone.From Zheng Xiaomo's reader's comment on "Silent Redemption", it was written several years ago, but I couldn't find it when I went back, so I used it~