in the center of the universe

Guan Zang pinched his jawbone and kissed him, and hugged him for a while after the kiss.He couldn't break free, and bit Guan Zang's skin and flesh through his T-shirt, biting wherever he could, Guan Zang didn't care, as if he was enjoying it.

"Meimei, you made me start to have all kinds of sexual fantasies, for example, I want to have sex with you on the piano." Guan Zang said.

"You go to have sex on the coffin board with Lord Yan." He replied.

Guan Zang laughed again, and let go of his hand after laughing: "If you don't want to today, forget it. I will endure until next time." He got up quickly, and pointed the knife at Guan Zang.

"There is no next time, and you are not allowed to come to me in the future."

Guan Zang raised his upper body and sat up straight, tilting his head to apologize: "I'm sorry, it's impossible."

He chopped the knife on the floor with a "bang".He went to the living room to pick up his coat, and heard Guan Zang standing behind him say: "Meimei, don't hide from me, I will be very sad." He slammed the door behind him without paying attention.

After leaving the unit door, the chilly wind poured in from the collar of the jacket, and he wrapped it tightly.Find a sheltered seat on the bus and huddle up. The T-shirt and hat were thrown on the floor of Guan Zang's house, as was the small scarf around his neck, which made him shiver from the cold.

There was a fishy smell in his mouth, and his cheeks were bleeding from his teeth.He stuck out his tongue and licked.

When I returned to the dormitory and opened the door, I smelled the aroma.A few shards of glass on the ground, and a bra.Lingling squatted next to the bra and cried.

"Why are you crying again?"

Lingling twitched, "He, he cut up my underwear. I saved it for several months and bought it. What brand is it?"

"Who?"

"Yaping..."

He took off his jumper and put it on, asking, "Why did you cut your bra?"

"How do I know why! I didn't provoke him! He just doesn't like me!"

He went back to the room to find a pair of scissors, and pulled Lingling up: "Come with me." He ran downstairs, found Ye Ping who was rehearsing, and rushed straight up.

When Ye Ping saw him, she started screaming.

He pushed the wild weed to the ground, pulled his clothes and trousers and started cutting, including his underwear.The actor watched and smiled, but didn't dare to move.Ye Ping yelled at the top of her voice, Meimei killed someone, sister Xiangxiang help.

Sister Xiangxiang blew in like the wind, and a roll of toilet paper hit him on the head: "I can't stop pooping! You are all my ancestors!" Then pointing to the actor, "Are you a gentleman? Standing with a big body panting I won't fight!"

He was the first to file a complaint: "He is jealous of other people's good looks, and cut off their bras! Bitch/force!"

"I didn't cut it! It wasn't me! He wronged me!" Ye Ping sat on the ground and covered her chest with her hands, "He just bullied me, sister Xiangxiang, you are biased!"

He gestured with the scissors: "I'll cut your chicken again." Ye Ping immediately protected her crotch.

"I'll fuck you first!" Sister Xiangxiang hit him on the head, "You just bullied him enough, right?! What's going on!"

He let Lingling speak.Lingling had never seen this kind of formation before, she was frightened stupid. "He...he came into my room and cut my bra..."

"I didn't cut it! What's the matter with spraying you with some perfume?" Ye Ping poked her neck and yelled, "Just a few days ago, I came to bully me, who gave you the courage! Little fairy, you have two tits Amazing!"

Lingling didn't know how to curse, so she cried again.

"You know how to cry if you are not good for anything. If he scolds you, beat him up!" Just after finishing speaking, Sister Xiangxiang slapped him on the neck. "Who are you beating up? Who are you going to educate with such filthy virtue?" He snatched away the scissors, scolded wildly, and vented his anger on Ye Ping.After the show ended, he didn't know who cut Lingling's bra, and he didn't care, so he said to Sister Xiangxiang, "Sister, I'll be away for two days."

Sister Xiangxiang gasped and panted, and squinted at him: "I can't tell you anymore? You go and you go."

Ye Ping was overjoyed: "I've made money selling farts! I can't see you, Miss Xiangxiang!" He shook his fist, and Ye Ping ran upstairs clutching her crotch.

Going back to the room to pack two pieces of clothes, Lingling chased him and asked, "Are you really leaving? Yes, is it because of what happened just now? Help me out, and I'll go and explain to Sister Xiangxiang!"

"It's none of your business."

Lingling "but" behind his buttocks for a long time, unable to say a word, finally ran to the house and took two big oranges, stuffed them in his bag: "Xiaohao gave it to me, you take it and eat it on the way."

"Eat on the way, what way? Curse me?" He teased Lingling, and Lingling stamped her feet angrily.

In the Internet cafe at night, he took out the two oranges and ate them.When I go to bed in the middle of the night, I put the orange peels on hand to block the smell of stinky feet next to me.The bath hall can also stay overnight, but it is noisy.He wore headphones to listen to music all night, and the volume was turned up, which made his ears ring.

Guan Zang called every day and looked for him every day. After searching for Ye Paris, he looked for the theater troupe and the dormitory.Sister Xiangxiang asked him, "Why did you throw his son into a well?" After searching for it for more than ten days, he stopped going in the next few days.As soon as he heard it, he immediately found an ATM, checked the balance with few digits, and went to the ticket office to ask for the train ticket.

Quietly went back to the dormitory, Lingling saw him very happy: "Yeah, you're back?"

"Let's go in a while."

"Let's go..."

"Go, don't come back."

Lingling let out an "ah" and was speechless for a long time before asking: "Then where are you going?"

He rummaged through the drawers to pack things, and asked Lingling: "Where do you want to go if you're not here?"

"Big cities! Beijing, Shanghai, Shenzhen."

He sneered: "Why don't you buy a ticket and go?"

"No, I'm looking for a job. I sit in an office, work as a white-collar worker, wear high heels, drink coffee, eat salad, and type in front of a computer. It's so foreign!"

He continued to laugh, "It can be done here too."

"That's different," Lingling said, "You have to go to a big city, or you're not considered a serious white-collar worker."

He responded casually, stuffing clothes into the bag one by one.Lingling had no more oranges for him, so she crossed her arms and said, "When you were not around, Ye Ping was so arrogant, she talked about me outside the door every day...it was really ugly."

"I'm not your partner, but I can always help you."

"Then... for what happened last time, I haven't thanked you yet."

He put the bag on the sofa, "Want to thank me? Do you have time later?" Lingling nodded.

Taking Lingling to the mall, she went directly to a women's clothing store, took a coat to the shopping guide: "Just her figure, let's find one to try." Lingling tried it on, and it looked so good.When I saw the price, I was scared to death: "Oh my god, it's more than 1000 yuan!"

He asked the clerk to wrap it up to swipe the card, took out the cash and put it in the envelope, took out a folded paper from his pocket and wanted to stuff it in, but he didn't stuff it after thinking about it.Take a taxi to a building downstairs, and give Lingling the coat bag: "Enter through this small iron gate, and tell the housekeeper aunt to Yan Renjing."

Lingling poked her head and looked: "Yeah, is this the girls' dormitory?" The sign on the iron gate was newly painted: Dongning University Postgraduate Dormitory Female Dormitory.

"Why don't I look for you, and don't let you into the house, what are you afraid of?"

Lingling blushed, nervous and happy, "Hey, then I'll go." Like a secret agent, she went there, and came out in a panic, "Meimei! Is that your sister? I I met her! She is at the housekeeper's place!"

He was taken aback: "What did I ask you?"

"Ask me who you are, me, I will say that I am your partner—" Lingling glanced at him, afraid that he would be angry, and blushed.

"Is it over?"

"Ask me where you are, what are you doing, what is your phone number, I can't answer, and I'm afraid she will see what I'm doing, so I run away!"

He glanced at the small iron gate, no one was chasing him out, and squeezed the ticket in his pocket. "It's okay, let's go. I invite you to eat." Lingling wanted to ask but dared not ask, and followed him into the car full of questions.

It was cold, and Lingling wanted to eat a small shabu-shabu, saying that the dirty street food was delicious and cheap.Passing by the barbecue restaurant, he took a second look.

39 people, one piece of meat and one piece of vegetables, Lingling can eat satisfactorily.After eating, I bought her a cup of hot milk tea, and I was very happy.When it was time for dinner, the lights of the small restaurants on the dirty street were lit up, and there were more people.As he was walking, he suddenly stopped.

"Lingling, you go back first."

"What's the matter? Let's go together." Lingling was still reluctant and hooked his arm.

He stared straight ahead, "Go back! Hurry up!"

A few steps away, an old man stretched out his arm and pointed at him. His head was covered with bandages and wrapped in a net like a fruit. "You bastard/foster! You little bastard who doesn't distinguish between male and female, change your skin and I don't know you anymore?"

Two or three people gathered around and asked, "Brother, which one?"

"The one with the red hair! I know that hair!"

He picked up Lingling, turned around and ran, Lingling's little leather shoes couldn't run fast, so he found an alley and pushed her in: "Go!"

"You go too!"

"If you want to run, run, don't fuck/puzzle!"

Before he could finish speaking, his hair was pulled back and fell to the ground.Lingling's face turned pale, and she twisted and ran away.Seeing Lingling running out of the alley, he raised his face and scolded: "I raised you the fuck."

It rained in autumn at night, and the temperature dropped sharply.Guan Zang still had the window open, and the electronic thermometer in the room showed nineteen.

"—He bought a train ticket to Tianjin, at 9:[-] tomorrow night, at the South Railway Station."

After reading the message, Guan Zang turned off the chat screen.

Silicone breast pads, lipstick, orange-flavored sour candy, scarves, and T-shirts are lined up on the desk.He took that knockoff N-shaped baseball cap, put it on his nose and sniffed hard, "I told you not to hide from me, Meimei, I'm so sad."

Ma Qianjia called him: "If you don't go to class, Mr. Kong won't be able to find you, and you won't be able to find your grandfather in a few days?"

"I have something to do, Uncle Ma, I will go in a few days."

"No, what do you have to hide from me? I'll go there tomorrow, you—"

"Uncle Ma, the doorbell is ringing. I have a guest."

"Have guests? It's so late, let's talk about you—"

Guan Zang hung up the phone and got up to open the door.No lie, the doorbell actually rang.

The faces of the guests are colorful, and the clothes are covered with mud.The blood dripped from the nose to the chest, wiped it with the back of the hand, smacked the nose, put both hands in the pockets of the soaked coat, leaned against the door and asked Guan Zang: "Do you have a piano at home?"