in the center of the universe

In 2013, the autumn tiger fought back extremely violently in the north, and the temperature on the day of the performance was abnormally high as high as [-] degrees.

A smell of cow dung came from nowhere in the air, making the late summer night even more stuffy.

In an unknown small village, an old man named Gao Shou passed away.The son and the daughter each invited two performance classes to set up a stage in front of the ancestral hall, one on the left and one on the right, and the music blared with gongs and drums, as if they were fighting.The people under the stage were all seated early, and their eyes were full of longing, looking from one side to the other.

The theater troupe found two willow trees and surrounded them with curtains as the backstage, so that it was not ventilated. He was so hot that he put down the gossip about "The woman who lost her foot was killed by a perverted woman" on his phone, and kept shaking the small plastic fan in his hand. .

The thick breast pad sticks to the chest, making it uncomfortable to cover.He took out a few tissues, reached into the collar of the short jacket, took out the two half-moon silicones from the bra, and wiped the sweat off his chest with the tissues.

Rinse the sweat off the silicone with mineral water and fan it.

Across a spray-painted façade that has faded over the years, a high-pitched, male-female voice came out from the speaker: "The peony is really beautiful! The red dress is dyed with heavenly fragrance! The national beauty and heavenly fragrance reverse drama troupe, the most popular theater troupe in 2013, welcome Parents and folks!"

Some half-children were peeping behind the curtain.He straightened his body, pulled down the collar, and the lace of the bra was exposed. He stepped on his long legs in pink fishnet stockings, and walked over with a click of seven or eight centimeters of thick-soled sandals: "Come in and have a look!"

A few boys rushed away, and a middle-aged woman didn't know whose mother it was, and cursed: "Look at that thing, you're going to lose your eyes!"

He twisted his waist and smiled, overjoyed.

"Meimei!" Miss Xiangxiang, the class leader, came down and called, "Ready to go on stage!"

He twisted his waist and walked backstage again, put the silicone breast pad back on, tidied up his pink short hair in front of the mirror, straightened the black choker on his neck, and applied mascara on himself.

Ye Ping was wearing a green ancient costume, her flat chest padded so high into the sky, her big eyes painted with shiny eye shadow rolled her eyes, "Non-mainstream Sao B."

"You still can't flirt, Wild B."

"Cao your mother."

"Cao your mother."

"Cao your cousin mother."

He laughed and put the mascara back in his small satchel.She kicked the stool under Ye Ping's buttocks, turned around and ran to the stage.Ye Ping was applying lipstick, and she drew it all the way to her ear, and the lipstick was broken.

"Meimei, I'll fuck your mother!" Ye Ping rushed to the stage and was stopped by Sister Xiangxiang's big body, and pushed her inside with her arm. "Give me a break, you fucking put on makeup, you fucking go on stage."

He took the stage with the three backup dancers who had changed their clothes, and he patted the microphone.Sister Xiangxiang asked her nephew Xiaohao to turn up the soundtrack, so as to overwhelm the performance of "The Horse Pole" by Liu's class next to him.Cheerful electronic dance music sounded, and he and the dancing girl twisted their buttocks in unison, sang "Chicken Chicken Cuckoo Daddy, Bierbier Cuckoo Daddy", lifted up his miniskirt and opened his thighs to show the audience his underpants. Hello everyone.

Not to be outdone, the table next door changed its tune, and a woman with long hair came up to untie the hair rope, and shook her head so that people wanted to praise her cervical spine.

His music was adapted by Sister Xiangxiang, with a single rhythm and fast brainwashing, and he could "cuckoo daddy" along with him on the spot.He sang three skewered songs in a row, and the place was hot, so he went to find a tree root to smoke.

The boys looked at him from a distance and laughed, staring at his chest.

"Want to touch Naiko?" He reached out to rub his chest, hooking his fingers together, "Come, let me touch you."

"My mother said that you are a fake." The boy who had just grown fluff on his mouth retorted and leaned over excitedly, with straight eyes and panting heavily.

He giggled, "Can't you tell if it's true or not by touching it? 50 yuan."

"You want more money?" The boy looked him up and down, shouting in disbelief.

"Then go home and touch your mother, your mother is really good, and she doesn't want money."

"Bah!" the boy spat, "Damn you, a hermaphrodite, Erjiazi!"

He wasn't annoyed, and pointed to his crotch: "My few hands are absolutely true, you try?"

The boy raised his fist to hit him, but he flicked a cigarette on his arm and ran away howling.

"Little brat," he said.

"Can you really touch it?"

When he turned around, a man slowly walked over.The shirt was neat, the shoes were clean, and he was handsome and gentle. Wearing thin-rimmed glasses, he looked like a decent person.

He leaned against the tree, his waist was very enchanting: "You can do anything else if you want."

"Really?"

"Really, not expensive."

The man was not in a hurry to ask the price, but watched him curiously.He softly stretched his upper limbs, and the red seersucker navel jacket lifted up with his movements, revealing a large white and tight waist.

As if bewitched, the man stretched out his hand fascinatedly, but he slapped it away.

"Give me the money first."

"How many?"

"One hundred." He smiled sweetly at the man again, and explained: "The upper body, plus another hundred for the lower body." He leaned into the man's ear and added softly, "Not separated by clothes, close to the flesh, touched inside and out. "

The man is ready to pick up the money.

"I think you are a cultured person, I like cultured people, you add another hundred - I will go with you at night." He stretched out his leg and stroked the man's calf.

The man didn't counter the price, and simply took out three hundred cash.He took it and stuffed it into a small satchel, and was about to go backstage: "After the performance, you wait for me at the stone monument at the entrance of the village."

The man grabbed his arm: "Now, can I touch your belly first?"

He sneered, he is really a cultural person who does not suffer.So he leaned back on the tree obediently, and raised his arms above his head: "Come, inspect the goods."

The man's hands touched his stomach, but those hands were cold in the hot summer.First fingers, fingertips, knuckles, then the back of the hand, palm.From left to right, from front to back, stroking intently.

"You're not from here, are you?" he asked.

"Well, come to the funeral."

The man hung his head, and the smell of shampoo wafted from his hair.

"So it's your family's white matter."

The man shook his head, "I'm here to do research."

"What are you studying, a funeral?" He laughed, his belly trembled uncontrollably, and the man covered it with his palms lightly, as if he was feeling the tremor.

"Yes." The other party didn't think it was disobedient, but explained: "Funeral customs are very interesting."

"But I think you are more interested in my stomach."

The man raised his eyes and looked at him, "To be precise, I am very interested in you." A naked desire shot out from the eyes of the cultural man, hot but cold.

"Meimei! Where did Meimei go!"

"Come on—!" He replied, and said softly, "Cultural man, I have to go on stage."

The man withdrew his hand from his waist reluctantly, "Your name is Meimei?"

"Am I not beautiful?"

The man praised sincerely: "It's beautiful, the country is beautiful and heavenly."

He couldn't hold back his laughter for a long time. While laughing, he pulled the little jacket back on his belly, grabbed the man's hand and pressed it on his chest: "You are really a cultured person, then I will also be a real person."

Pressing the other person's palm and rubbing the outside of the bra in a circular motion, accompanied by a few panting sounds.The man looked at his chest curiously, as if he didn't quite understand the feeling of the bottom.

"Meimei, where did you die!" Sister Xiangxiang opened the backstage curtain and cursed, "Do you want to get paid?"

Putting down the man's hand, he stretched out his hand and flicked the other's crotch: "Wait for you, cultural man." Then he walked away with a wag.

The performance lasted until twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and the beauty and fragrance of the country completely defeated Liu Jiaban.Sister Xiangxiang has earned a lot of word-of-mouth, and she repeatedly emphasized to the people who came to ask the phone: "Our country is beautiful and beautiful, it is a commercial theater troupe, and you can't invite it for ordinary things—" He pointed at the spray-painted background board that was about to be put away. : "Did you see it? The beauty of the country is the most beautiful!"

Xiao Hao was very agile, loaded the gear and props into the car for half an hour, and the group drove out of the village in a bumpy ride.

"Xiaohao, drive slowly at the entrance of the village." He sat in the second row, leaning over the window and looking out.

There was no light on the stele, and I saw someone standing there dimly.He was very happy, patting the body of the car and shouting: "Cultural man!"

The cultural man looked up and saw that he threw something over, and quickly reached out to catch it.

A silicone breast pad.

"See you by fate, cultural man!" He waved his hand, closed the car window and laughed, "Silly B!"

The old minibus with music playing and flashing lights wobbled away. The cultural man looked at the breast pad in his hand, squeezed it, smelled it close to the tip of his nose, and carefully felt the temperature with his fingertips.The smell of silicone is mixed with the smell of human body sweat, and it is still warm. He can vaguely distinguish it, "Meimei's body temperature."

He held the temperature in the palm of his hand, and his Adam's apple rolled.