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【楼主：香尹——发帖时间：2016年2月11日00：00：00】载着妹妹开了5、6个小时的车，终于回到我们的城市。我妹妹为了同事的订婚宴想跟我借相机和三脚架，我的公寓又比较顺路，于是先绕弯去我的住处，吃了晚餐再送她回去。

The car was parked downstairs, I lowered my head and unfastened my seat belt, my sister stuck up and kissed me, then smiled roguely and said, "Brother, is your first kiss still there? Give it to me."

I wiped the traces of her kiss on my cheeks, and looked at her coldly: "Your first kiss was probably gone when you were 19."

"17, in the school classroom, and then I dumped him." She smiled and said, "Are you afraid?"

I was silent for a while, and said a little awkwardly: "I want to ask you something. If a person has too many bed partners before, I feel a little blocked and cannot communicate. Do you think it is reasonable or unreasonable?"

My sister gave me a slanted look: "If it is someone else, I would say that you can go on a date and see it first. But you have obsessive-compulsive disorder, so I can't say for sure. Do you like her very much?"

"It's okay, it's good to me, but I don't have that kind of heart-wrenching and caring feeling."

"That's up to you. Don't wrong yourself. It's hard to force liking this kind of thing. But feelings are also cultivated. People are not plants. After getting along for a long time, they will naturally care about it. It depends on whether you have the opportunity to get in touch with each other more. .”

I smiled and said, "Then I should..."

My sister posted it with a smile: "Brother, you are so undecided, why not just give me your first kiss, don't let the fat water flow to outsiders, don't take advantage of those women outside."

"Don't make trouble!" I pushed her face with the palm of my hand, but I didn't dare to use force, "Girl, be serious!"

We were twisting into a ball and making a fuss, when a black car drove up directly in front of us and stopped slowly in front of us.I looked up, and I could see a familiar face through the car window, staring at me closely, and I couldn't tell what it was.

I felt uncomfortable from being stabbed by him, pulled my sister away, opened the car door and walked out in embarrassment, and said with a smile: "Xiao Zhou came back so early?"

Xiao Zhou has already got out of the car, wearing a light gray pullover, black straight trousers, and the collar of a white shirt hanging on both sides.

The cold wind blew his hair a little messy.

He stood calmly, smiled and looked at his sister who got off the car: "Mr. Zhuang, who is this?"

My sister laughed and said, "I'm the one who shares his bed with him every night."

I gave her a cold look, smiled and explained to Xiao Zhou: "This is my sister... she is 24, and she still looks like a child." The apartment key was thrown to her: "Go up first."

My sister immediately ran upstairs with the key in her hand: "Thank you brother! You are such a good person!"

I went to the trunk and took out bag after bag of local specialties, salted duck eggs, etc. that my grandpa and grandma wanted me to bring with me.Xiao Zhou came up to help me carry things, and said in a low voice: "Mr. Zhuang, I called you twice yesterday, but you didn't answer..."

I forced a smile: "I didn't notice... sorry."

"Mr. Zhuang..." He lowered his head and smiled, "My high school classmate... she didn't tell me before she went to my house that day. She went back, and the rest, nothing..."

I smiled and replied: "This is your luck, we don't want it yet. This is a rare opportunity, take good care of it, and you will be prosperous in the future."

I lifted my big and small bags, walked into the apartment building with my head down, and greeted the security guards and neighbors with a smile.Xiao Zhou helped me carry some, and slowly followed me into the elevator.

The elevator is a little dark, and it slowly goes up layer by layer.

It just snowed a few days ago, and the ceiling was dripping with water for some reason.Xiao Zhou gently pulled my sleeve and said softly, "Come here, this place is clean."

I lowered my head and said, "It's okay, it's Xueshui."

"Mr. Zhuang, you can't bear it..." His voice became smaller and smaller.

Drops of ice water hit my head, very cold.

It's really cold.

A strange scene appeared in my mind, the snow melted, and flowed along the ground covered with dirt, phlegm, and garbage to the top of the elevator, mixed with years of dust and rust, from the cracks in the ceiling full of bacterial corpses It dripped down, and now it is happily falling on the top of my head drop by drop.

My mood at the moment is like this: (′????ω????`)

Xiao Zhou pulled my sleeve: "Mr. Zhuang, come here."

When the scene of the dust and bacteria carnival I imagined came up, I was a little shaken, moved over awkwardly, and said with a smile: "You are right, there is really no dripping water here."

The two of us stood silently.

I smiled and said, "I'm going to work tomorrow, the holidays go by so quickly."

"Ah."

"I wish I had a few more days off."

"Ah."

We were silent in embarrassment, and he suddenly lowered his head and asked, "Mr. Zhuang, the judicial examination is in September this year. Will you still study with me?"

I was slightly stunned: "Uh... yes, yes."

His eyes were red, and he smiled and said, "Thank you, Mr. Zhuang..."

I felt relieved, and said with a small smile: "Study hard and work hard, this is a good boy. In fact, I also think that relying on myself is the right way. Although it is a good thing to be favored by others, but my own conditions, knowledge, and diplomas are excellent, it is beneficial. There is no harm, if you want to hold an important position in the future, you can also stop other people's mouths."

"Teacher Zhuang said..."

I smiled and stopped talking.

"Mr. Zhuang, let me clean up the sewage on your head for you."

I forgot if he didn't say it, but now that I think about it, I really feel uncomfortable all over: "Uh...that's fine."

He took out a tissue, slid the plastic bag he was carrying onto his arm, gently pressed against my neck, and ran his fingers through the hair on top of my head: "I know you can't bear this."

This posture is really a bit ambiguous, so I pushed his chest away with one hand, and forced a smile: "It's okay, there is a surveillance video in this elevator, it doesn't look good..."

"Mr. Zhuang, we didn't do anything..."

I smiled: "You and I are both men, you don't have to do something to count..."

With a sound of "ding dong", the elevator door opened, I took a deep breath, and immediately took the big bag and got off the bag and walked out.

The author has something to say: Cleanliness obsessive-compulsive disorder is a mental problem. The original small problem will continue to expand and aggravate in the imagination, and finally it will make people feel unbearable.