in the center of the universe

He paused for a while, then said, "It's also a pretty little girl's name."

Guan Zang nodded in agreement: "Well, she is very similar to my mother." He added, "Beautiful, beautiful, and kind."

"Of course, I am beautiful and kind. You are so abnormal, who are you like?"

"I also look like my mother." Guan Zang smiled happily, "Meimei is so pretty, who is she like?"

"Like myself," he said.I went to the front of the floor heater and turned up the temperature. I turned it to the highest level in one breath, and heard Guan Zang's "ah". "You shit, you're not afraid of the cold, I'm afraid of the cold. It's fine if you don't turn on the air conditioner before, but you don't turn on the heating in the fucking winter? You are a snowman, are you afraid of melting?"

"...will break down faster."

"What things go bad quickly, can't you put them in the refrigerator?"

"It won't fit in the refrigerator."

"What can't you put in?" He said and opened the refrigerator, "Your refrigerator is full of grass, I want to eat meat."

"Body."

He looked at Guan Zang, and Guan Zang looked at him.Walking over slowly and staring into his eyes, he asked again: "Is it a body, or a corpse?"

Guan Zang rolled his eyes, "A body that doesn't breathe."

The refrigerator door was left open for too long, beeping the alarm.He slammed the refrigerator door: "That's because your refrigerator is not big enough." Walking past Guan Zang, he heard Guan Zang say softly:

"Meimei is not afraid."

He turned around, opened the refrigerator to refrigerate, grabbed Guanzang's collar and threw him in, and the neatly stacked fresh-keeping boxes, vegetables and fruits in the refrigerator compartment and refrigerator door fell down with a clatter.

"You want to see me scared, right? I have times when I'm scared, but it's none of your business. If you want to mess with me, take off your pants, if you want to kill me, use your knife, if you want to say something, just say it, don't test me. Do you hear me?" Guan Zang didn't speak, but he swung again, "Speak!" The blanket on his body fell to the ground, and he was naked.

"Understood, I'm sorry." Guan Zang blinked, a little at a loss.

He let go of his collar with a "hum", Guan Zang picked up the blanket from the ground, wrapped him up, hugged him, and put his face against his chest, "Meimei's heartbeat is very violent, is Meimei angry?"

"It's not anger, it's anger." He said coldly, broke the switch to hide, went to get the remote control of the air conditioner, turned on the heating, thirty degrees. "I'm afraid of being bad and rotten, so I'll wait till I'm dead. I'm alive now, so I'm going to be hot. If you don't feel good, bear it, aren't you very good at it?"

Guan Zang closed the refrigerator door and took off his glasses: "Sometimes I'm good at it, sometimes I'm not good at it."

He was pressed on the sofa, looked at Guan Zang's obsessed face, and asked, "You...you didn't fuck anything before you met me, did you?"

Guan Zang shook his head inexplicably: "No."

"Could it be a virgin?"

Guan Zang paused for a moment, and replied honestly: "Yes."

He laughed hahaha: "Then you still ask me about your same-sex experience, and you think your heterosexual experience is very good!" Guan Zang was not angry, but asked seriously: "Then... is it better now? ?”

He made a nasal sound of "hmm", not sure whether it was comfortable or an answer.Holding Guan Zang's neck close to himself, he started to unbutton the few remaining shirt buttons of Guan Zang, and also touched his heart: "Inside me, how does it feel?"

Guan Zang frowned suddenly, as if he was resisting something, he let out a "huh".

"Tell me," he urged, grabbing Guan Zang's shirt, "answer me."

"Tight...and then, hot."

"Wonderful, isn't it?"

Guan Zang frowned again, and couldn't help calling him: "Meimei...!"

"Say it."

"Very, very good."

He smiled coquettishly, pushed Guan Zang away vigorously, pushed him down, stood up, stepped on him, and sat down.Looking down at Guan Zang's changing expression due to his actions, he stuck out his tongue and licked his lower lip, laughing while licking.

"I also think it's great, it's hot, it can move," he stretched out his hand to press Guan Zang's heart, "I let you cao because I allow you, because Meimei is right—" Seeing Guan Zang nodded, he He also said: "So, don't try to control me. It's not up to who gets into who gets who, understand?"

"Hmm." Guan Zang felt a little pained by the force of his sitting down, but he stared at him unconsciously, his heart beating fast.

When he got up from the sofa, Guan Zang was covered in sweat and his shirt was soaked.

"Meimei, do you like it so hot?"

He laughed so hard on the sofa that he couldn't stand upright, and turned off the air conditioner after laughing.Guan Zang went to take a bath, and he also got into the bathroom and stood under the shower head together, asking: "If you have anything to say, you can say it now. After now, I may not want to hear it."

Guan Zang was very rare, so he hesitated for a while.

"Meimei, I—"

The sound of water hitting the bathroom floor created a cloud of mist that wrapped the two of them together.

The next morning, Guan Zang went to school on time.There was a pile of periodicals and materials spread out on the desk, and he flipped through them, muttering, "Finally, I look like a cultured person."

The dormitory was cold, and he couldn't go on stage, so he didn't plan to go back, turned on the hidden computer, put on a mask, drank milk, and chatted with his new sister on QQ.The new sister asked him how he was doing, and said that the news of him being on the news spread in Dongning again, and the students who came recently were all chatting.

"Just chat and let them go. There are too many lice and it's not ticklish." He said.

"Do you know the teaching assistant surnamed Guan? I remember you asked about him."

He flattened his mouth, "I know you, what's the matter?"

"I saw someone come to ask humanities students, it seems to be a reporter."

"Interview good citizens who are brave enough to do justice, and spread the word about good people and good deeds."

"Then I don't know. Did you finish that manual last time?"

He paused and typed a few words: "I won't do it."

"why?"

"People don't want it anymore."

After waiting for a long time, the new sister replied: "How unfair, this world."

He smiled and said softly: "How could it be, this world is the fairest."

When the doorbell rang, he said goodbye to his new sister and went to open the door. It was Ma Qian's house.Ma Qianjia was frightened by him, "Hey", he reacted and took off the mask, and couldn't help laughing.

"Guan Zang told you, I'm coming."

"Say it, isn't this waiting for you?" He washed his face, took out a pair of pants and a T-shirt from the closet to replace the cashmere blanket, sat cross-legged on the sofa, ate a sandwich made by Guan Zang, added a lot Ham.

Ma Qianjia was staring at the piano in a daze, touched the keys, and said in a low voice, "I still bought it after all. Has he ever played it?"

"It's playing, "For Alice."

The palm was pressed down suddenly, and the piano uttered a sound instead of Ma Qianjia: "What?"

"What 'what,' doesn't he have a sister called Alice?"

"He told you that he has a younger sister named Alice?!" Ma Qianjia seemed to hear a shocking secret.

He stopped chewing and asked, "Shouldn't he have said that?"

"What else was said? About Alice?"

"I'm not in good health, I'm no longer here, and I still say I look like my mother."

"What else? Have you described her appearance in detail?"

He shook his head, "No."

Ma Qianjia breathed a sigh of relief, "That's why he bought the piano."

"No." He continued to eat the sandwich and found it was quite delicious, "For the cannon, the piano cannon." Ma Qianjia raised his hand in confusion, not knowing where to put it.He looked at it and laughed.

Ma Qianjia took off his coat, glanced at the thermometer, sat across from him, and said, "Guan Zang trusts you very much. Has he said anything else? About his family, or himself."

He ate the whole sandwich and licked his fingers: "No, I didn't say anything."

Ma Qianjia looked at him as if staring at a prisoner: "Can you tell me, what do you want from Guan Zang?"

Wiping his hands with a tissue, drinking the milk, he wiped his mouth.

"You might as well ask Guan Zang, what do you want from me?"

Guan Zang's voice was mixed with the sound of running water, a little blurred and a little dazed.Lost and unreal in the echoes and mist of the bathroom:

"Meimei, I killed someone once."