a protracted war

On November 5th it rained.

My mom talked to me.

After last night, I thought that my mother would never talk to me again in this life, but I ignored that blood is thicker than water.

It was during breakfast that my mother asked me, "When are you leaving?"

It took me a while to realize what she was asking, and I said, "Let's have dinner."

My mom: "Is it too late after dinner? It's not safe to drive at night."

Me: "It's okay, just three hours."

I work in Linshi, a three-hour drive from my home, and today is the last day of the statutory holiday.

Yi also didn't come over today.

He added me on WeChat.His head is a blues harmonica.

Hi.

He greets me.

I said "Hi" back to him.

He asked me again "Are you home now?"

"No." I replied him.I lie in bed and eat apples.

My mom and dad had a heated argument in the living room over who the real mother of the heroine of an eight o'clock soap opera was.

I couldn't help it.

"What kind of woman is his husband?" I shouted.

Then my mother became hysterical, as if her faith had collapsed, "Why not Jiang Shufen!"

Then I heard my dad's triumphant voice: "I'm right, hahaha."

Then I put on the earphones and clicked on a playlist.

The sound of the gurgling stream flowing in my ears, I was curious, would people who listen to this kind of music not urinate frequently.

But lying down, I actually fell asleep amid bursts of urination.

I had a short dream.

I'm on a train that's going somewhere, and it's going very slowly.

My mother passed by the car window, and she glanced at the window.I waved at her and called her, but she didn't seem to see me.It passed quickly.

Immediately afterwards, my dad walked by the car window again. His mouth kept moving, and he didn't know what to say next. I slapped the car window hard, but my dad also walked by quickly.

I told myself that maybe the glass windows on this train are the same as those at home, you can see the outside from the inside, but you can’t see in from the outside.

The train continued to move slowly.

Passing a wheat field on the way.

I lean back in my chair and meditate.

Someone is banging on the window.

It was Yi Yi, he was smiling and his mouth was moving. I analyzed his mouth shape and thought he was calling my name.

His face was almost pressed against the window.

A face zoomed in close-up woke me up with a fright.

When I woke up, the music in the headphones was still gurgling.

The song "Listen to the Sound of the Stream" is so fucking unfinished!

I suddenly felt a rush of urine.

May 5th was sunny.go to work.

As soon as I entered the company, I felt that my eardrums were hit hard.

The tigress in the advertising department is swearing again.

"I went to Wudang Mountain and floated up as soon as I lay down?! Do you think you have become a fairy?! You don't have to worry about eating and drinking?! Don't you know that the copywriting is going to be handed in today?!"

Swearing and hitting that poor gay man on the head with a roll of printer paper.

Gee tut.

The tigress is called Zhou Aimei.My high school and college classmates.After graduation, I joined a company by chance.

I remember that she once gave herself a foreign name, and she shamelessly asked her colleagues to call her Elizabeth.

Oh, and she also bought everyone a cup of Starbucks as a change of mouth.

Everyone agrees.

In a blink of an eye, I changed my address and said thank you sister Elizabeth for the coffee.

The next day, everyone greeted her, "Hi, good morning, Ai Mei."

Since then, Zhou Aimei has been called Zhou Aimei.

She stopped trying to fight to change what her colleagues called her.

When cursing was in full swing, I don't know which ray of corner of her eye caught me.

came towards me.

The gay man who was scolded just now stuck out his tongue at me, patted his chest like an orangutan, and looked grateful for his escape.

When she walked over, her majestic chest trembled.

Zhou Aimei is keen on wearing skirts.

To be more specific, short and tight.

She has always been the flower of the advertising department who can only be watched from a distance but not played with.

The high heels stepped on the tiled floor, da da da, I quietly counted.

When she stopped in front of me, the sound rang 36 times.

Before I could speak, she asked me, "How about the consideration?"

What?I thought about it for a while.

I remembered.

Before the May Day holiday, she asked me to go to the movies.

I said no, saying I wasn't keen on watching movies.

She was very angry, with a fierce look in her eyes, and asked me: "Zhang Yang, are you really stupid or are you just pretending? You don't know why I asked you to watch a movie?"

I know very well that it is nothing more than coveting my body.I still don't know who I put my soul on.

See I didn't speak,

She bit her lower lip, stepped on her high heels and walked away again.

I thought she was disappointed in me when she showed that mood that day.

Didn't expect her to give up.

She stood less than one meter away from me, with her waist in her waist, waiting for my answer, with the look of "if it's not the answer my mother wants to hear, you will die for me".

Although it is a bit out of place, but I remembered when I was a child, I watched a Hong Kong ghost movie and then stole my mother's red underwear and put it on my head. My mother looked like when I was found.

In the blink of an eye, I said, "Actually... I like men."

She glared at me fiercely and raised her hand.

I thought she would slap me, and I turned my face slightly.

But she didn't.

She put her hands down and said, "I knew it! You fucking fag!"

The sound was loud, and the surroundings were quiet for two seconds.

I smiled and walked to my desk.