in the center of the universe

Anti-pornography inspections, the night market is closed for a week.The troupe had nothing to do, so he took his computer to find his new sister.

Entering through the main entrance of the fresh picture and text quick printing, the new sister and brother looked at him listlessly, nodded, and continued to play poker on the computer.He went up to the second floor, and the new sister looked like she hadn't washed her face for several days. Her disheveled face took the breakfast in his hand, and she sat back and nestled in front of the computer desk.He found a chair from under his clothes, pulled aside the garbage bag on the ground with his foot, and moved it to eat with her.

"What are you looking at?" He opened the milk balls one by one and poured them into the coffee.

Sister Xin tilted the computer screen, "Look at other people's designs." The business cards displayed on well-known design websites are all foreign characters, and occasionally there are a few Chinese characters, which are still from Taiwan and Japan.

"Look at the junk I print every day." The new sister pointed out to him a box of business cards and a stack of leaflets that had just been printed.The business card is from a nearby housing agency company, 50 yuan a box; the leaflet is a small hotel that has just opened, which is specially opened to nearby college students. "It's enough to have words, what is the design? Free typesetting."

He smiled, "Customers don't need it, and they don't come here if they need it."

The new sister hugged her knees and took a sip of coffee, looked at the screen and said, "I regret it."

A graduate of the Design Department of the Academy of Art, her parents bought her a fast printing shop with money. The customer source is stable and the business is OK.It's just that the talents are useless and are becoming wasteful day by day.

"Sister, lend me your computer for a while."

He ate the hamburger in a few bites and crumpled up the paper bag. The new sister changed places with him, still sitting with her knees hugged, watching him insert the USB drive into it and open the drawing software.

"It's still the introduction manual from last time? It's changed again?"

He nodded, "If you are not satisfied, just change it."

"I think it's pretty good, what's not satisfied?"

"The font and arrangement are all too generic."

The new sister stopped talking and watched him silently changing and adjusting, and the scale numbers in the software kept changing.

"It's not ordinary, it's because we don't have anything in our minds." Sister Xin said suddenly. "Go on and study in another place. You are different from me. You are an award-winning student. Don't waste yourself."

He paused under his hands, adjusted his glasses, and continued to draw.

The new sister's younger brother called her, and the new sister went downstairs with a "tsk".It seems that the students nearby came to print the foldouts and notes, ordering this order and ordering, chirping.He listened for a while, turned on the online music, and turned up the volume.

When I went back in the evening, Lingling was trying on clothes. It looked like a newly bought A-line skirt, a white shirt and low-heeled shoes, like a school girl who just left society.He stared at it interestingly, Lingling was very wary and didn't want to talk to him, and was embarrassed by his blatant staring, very angry: "What are you looking at?"

"Look at you, little white-collar worker."

Lingling despised him for being frivolous again, but she was also a little happy, and asked, "Do I look like a female white-collar worker?"

"Aren't you a woman?" He pointed to his heart.

Lingling pursed her lips, twisted her hands behind her back, and said in a low voice: "...It's not counted now."

He agreed casually, and went into his bedroom to change without closing the door.Lingling asked awkwardly: "Your name is Meimei? But are you a man?"

He came out with his upper body naked, unbuttoned his pants and reached into his crotch: "Show me?"

Lingling yelled "You pervert", and rushed back into the room.He giggled outside the door, picked up his home pants from the sofa in the living room, and changed into them.It was cold in early autumn. After washing, he put on a jumper and turned on the TV.Lingling held back in the room for a long time, opened the door to see if he was still there, finally couldn't help but went out to the toilet, the door was locked tightly, like a wolf to guard against him.

He looked funny, and deliberately waited at the door of the toilet, startled Lingling, and closed the door with a "bang".

"What are you doing?!"

"I pee."

"You go, you stay away from me!"

"No, my chicken/chicken can't hold it anymore."

Lingling hid in the door and cried, wanting to call the police.He laughed so hard that his liver trembled: "Is peeing illegal?"

"You're trying to moleste me!"

"Who molested whom? I was afraid that you would molest my little chrysanthemum with a cucumber!"

"Whoever wants to molest you, little chrysanthemum! She's a girl! I'm not perverted! I don't like little chrysanthemum!"

"Then you just fell in love with my chicken/chicken?"

"I do not have!"

"You still ask me if I'm a man, you miss my big dick/chicken."

Lingling cried until she broke down, and made Xiangxiang cry, and gave him another slap: "What are you doing to provoke him, what are you doing to provoke him? You are too busy to panic!"

"She always thinks what I want to do to her, so I will do something."

"You're so idle." Sister Xiangxiang pinched his arm.Go knock on the toilet door, "He hasn't used it before, you are so worried, he is looking for the old man's goods, what are you doing. Go back to the house and sleep!"

Lingling's eyes were swollen from crying, she stared at him bitterly, leaned against the wall and went back to the room, not talking to him for several days.

The night before the night show went back to work, he dyed his hair a purple-red color.At the backstage of Ye Paris, Xiaomeng gently tugged with her hand: "Oh my god, it looks like a fake."

He shook his head: "It's autumn, here's something eye-catching."

"Blind your hair for nothing, what a ruin."

"Longer."

"That wig is not easy to wear."

"What kind of wig do you wear? It's not about me anyway." He poked Xiaomeng's chest with his fingers, "It's about your tits."

Yeping's Jin Ping Mei had just started, a beautiful and beautiful show, and Miss Xiangxiang was too busy to take care of him, so he discussed with Brother Dahong to adjust the Peach Butt Dance from seven days a week to Friday and six or two days, and the rest of the time Sell ​​wine with Xiaomeng to earn pocket money.

Just after the anti-pornography campaign, there were not many customers, so he saw Guan Zang almost immediately.With one hand on his waist, he stood in front of the table: "Do you want to buy wine?"

"How much can I buy for you to sit with me for a while?" Guan Zang looked up at him, full of expectation.

"Ten boxes will sit with you all night."

Guan Zang took out the money, and the beer girl brought up the wine happily, and he pressed the money again: "People are stupid and have a lot of money." He counted out the money for a case of wine and gave it to the beer girl, and put the rest in his pocket.

"Did you dye your hair?" Guan Zang asked.

"Have you changed your glasses?" he asked.

Guan Zang smiled, "There are spares."

"Did you fall in love with me?" He put his arm on Guan Zang's shoulder and rested his chin on it.

The face was very close, Guan Zang looked at him in a daze, gently scratched his cheek with his fingers, and stroked his lips with his fingertips: "Your lips are beautifully shaped."

The lip flesh is full, neither thin nor thick, with clear boundaries.

Seeing the light in Guan Zang's eyes, he stuck out his tongue and licked it around slowly, "What do you want these beautiful lips to do?"

Guan Zang just laughed, a little shy.

"Do you still want to touch me?"

"think."

"Want to kiss me?"

"think."

"Want to fuck me?"

"Not yet."

His voice cooled down, and he moved a little further away from Guan Zang: "You hate me."

Guan Zang shook his head: "On the contrary." As he spoke, he tilted his head and looked at him with gentle eyes.He tilted his head like Guan Zang, with a sweet smile: "Are you mentally ill?"

"should be."

"Psychopath, please treat me to dinner? I'm hungry."

"Okay."

He immediately went backstage to change clothes, and led Guan Zang to the snack street.Cheap neon signboards are everywhere in the dirty streets, and half of the shops have flashing lights hanging on the door of the word "string", and I don't bother to complete the vertical one in the middle.The blower whistled, exhausting the barbecue smoke and charcoal sparks from the indoor flue to the outside.

He hopped to avoid those sparks, for fear of getting his stockings stained.On an autumn night, the short skirt was not resistant to the wind, so he curled up his neck and sneezed. Guan Zang took off his coat and put it on him while changing places with him.He immediately took the man's arm: "You are so nice, will you be my boyfriend?"

"Didn't you say that your boyfriend is... well, whoring for nothing?"

"Then you should be the one who gives money."

"Okay."

"Not good." He found a barbecue restaurant, and he took off his coat and returned it to Guan Zang, "I promised too soon, it's not rare—Boss, is there any space?"

"Yes, yes." The boss couldn't help but look at him twice, he chose a table that had just been cleared and sat down, ordered food and wine, and threw the greasy menu card to Guan Zang, "what did you eat?"

"I can't eat this much."

"Then watch." He snatched the menu card and threw it to the little girl who ordered the order, "It's gone." The waiter girl gave a "hey" numbly, tore off the handwritten list and handed it to the kitchen, then turned around and "snapped" away. Ordered two bottles of beer.Guan Zang can't drink while driving, but he refills it considerately.

"My friends at Dongning University, haven't you heard of you?"

"I just came here this semester, and Kong Jiben is my tutor." Guan Zangzai carefully wiped the chopsticks and dishes in front of him, and gave them to him after they were wiped.

He chuckled: "Then you really have no future. The teaching assistant can't get a few cents. You seem to be a rich second generation for being so generous?"

Guan Zang corrected: "Three generations rich."

He laughed out loud for a while, and then immediately withdrew his smile: "I hate rich people, so I won't touch them today." He carefully looked at his fingernails with mottled nail polish, and picked them to make them more mottled.

"Ah," Guan Zang was a little surprised, "If you hate the rich, shouldn't you find a way to make the other party not so rich?"

He moved his gaze from his nails to Guan Zang's face: "You want me to think of a way? Then let your father adopt me and share half of my property."

"My father...may not be able to agree."

"Then you can adopt me. It's exciting to think about adoptive father and son."

The waiter appeared at the table with a plate of freshly cut lamb and a plate of onions: "Roast?"

"Roast!" He decisively ended the stimulating topic, wiped his hands with a wet towel, and held up his chopsticks to wait for the meat to be eaten.

The meat and onions were poured directly into the hot grill pan, and the ziraz slammed, sending out oily stars.There are simple marinated seasonings in the meat, and put it on the onion after roasting. He wrapped a chopstick in the lettuce leaf, put some sauce and chili rings, and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing until his cheeks bulged.

Guan Zang watched with a smile, and helped him to grill the meat without moving a bite.

He ate almost enough, and drank a bottle and a half of beer.Looking at the little meat left, he wrapped a vegetable roll for Guan Zang: "Eat one."

Guan Zang shook his head.

"Try it, it's delicious."

"no need."

He just smiled: "Eat it and touch it for you."

"Really?"

"real."

Guan Zang ate it, chewed it slowly, swallowed it little by little, and ate it in one bite for 5 minutes.He felt uncomfortable looking at it, so he dug out a candy from his small satchel and handed it over: "You'll be poisoned to death." Guan Zang took it with a smile, but held it in the palm of his hand without eating it, and poured a large glass of cold water into it.

The two walked to the door to check out, and a few men in front of them were about to step into the store. The one walking in front touched his smooth crew cut, stared at him up and down, pointed at him and asked his companion, "What is this?" What's the matter? You can't tell the difference between the male and the female at a glance!"

A group of people laughed, pushed past him to sit at an empty table, and yelled at the waiter.

"Boss, add two bottles of beer, I want it to be cold." He said with a smile.

Guan Zang handed over the banknotes and watched as he took out two green sticks from the freezer, one in each hand, went to the table and knocked them down on the crew-haired man, and added another stick before he could react.

"What am I? I'm your fucking grandma!"

After scolding, he ran away, leaving Guan Zang behind: "Cut them to death, husband!"