The world is cool

My brain was like an atomic bomb exploded, and I woke up instantly, not the kind of gradual awakening in the early morning alarm, but the awakening of a needle piercing a nerve. The stress reaction made me have no time to think, and I opened up Opened the eyes, in the blurred focus, the familiar outlines of the facial features gradually became clear.

In the blink of an eye, I made the most wise decision in my life. I didn’t even wait for the focus to be adjusted. The next moment, I sat up like a dead body. Due to too much force, my forehead suddenly slammed open in the process. Huahua's chin, so that when I pretended to rub my forehead, Huahua was really gasping -- her tongue was bitten by the teeth that suddenly closed.

"No, are you okay?" I felt a little distressed and panicked, so I couldn't speak clearly.

Huahua stared at me blankly, a little confused, as if the pain wasn't enough to slow him down from the accident.

I was quick to think, and my eyes widened as if I was still in shock: "I just had a nightmare..."

This statement is convincing, and my unsteady shortness of breath is the best evidence.

Huahua blinked twice blankly, her expression gradually softened, and she finally took the phone to write: Are you dreaming?

"Well, I dreamed that I was back in prison again." I crawled along the pole.

Huahua gently pulled the corner of his mouth, as if he wanted to give me a comforting smile, but it was fleeting. Finally, he raised his hand and touched my head, as if to say, don't worry, it's all a dream.

I was a little upset, because I felt that I was inexplicably downgraded, but because the guilty conscience hadn't passed, I didn't have the confidence to knock off the claws on my head, and let him touch it enough.

When the lights were actually turned off, I lost all sleepiness. Fortunately, Huahua didn't turn into a sloth like usual and hugged me on this stake.

But this is what bothers me.

If Huahua is still in business as usual, I can comfort myself. It’s nothing more than the child’s lack of love. There is no difference in the essence of hugging or kissing. I saw Beckham kissing his son on the news that day. It’s called mouth to mouth. A soulful one.But the problem was that Huahua didn't go back to normal, instead she was tense and motionless, her sporadic breathing showed that she wasn't asleep.This is a bit like the night when he was just released from prison, but at that time he was nervous, apprehensive, excited, and unbelievable, so he couldn't sleep, but now?I don't dare to think about it any further, if the matter of him stealing a kiss from me and being found out and his release from prison can be weighed on the same balance...Damn it!

Pretending to be sleeping is a physical task. I endured it again and again, but I turned over gently, from lying on my back to lying on my side, and my joints were slightly relieved.

Turning my back to Huahua completely relaxed my nerves a little.

The moonlight was blocked by thick curtains, and the room was as dark as if it had been splashed with ink. I closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep, but my thoughts became clearer and clearer. Maybe it was the arrival of the bastard during the day, bringing back some long-lost memories. Now all the good and bad things are replaying in my head, the party, the quarry, Zhou Cheng and Jin Dafu's nonsense, Hua Hua was burned by those grandchildren with cigarette butts...

I didn’t fall asleep until dawn, and I didn’t sleep well, I was in a daze, there was no way, some cells in the cerebral cortex were still playing the documentary tenaciously, regardless of the owner’s will.

Light sleep and easy to wake up.

The next morning Huahua just sat up, I noticed it, and then resolutely bid farewell to Duke Zhou.

"What time is it?" I asked, yawning.The alarm clock didn't go off, and the curtains blocked all the light, so it was hard to judge.

Huahua handed over her mobile phone, it was [-]:[-] Beijing time.

"Damn, what are you doing up so early?" I haven't turned on the pick-up mode yet, so I can say whatever I want.

Huahua looked at me quietly for a while, and wrote: I can't sleep anymore.

I pushed his shoulder angrily: "Work hard."

The flowers are happy, shallow, but like a ray of breeze, making people very comfortable.

I also followed Le, and raised my hand to touch his head without thinking about it, but as soon as I fluttered, I stopped.

Huahua looked at me suspiciously, and after a while, she narrowed her eyes slightly.

I'm about to break down a little bit, what the hell is going on, a good life has to be messed up, what the hell is going on here!

"Can you stop making trouble for no reason!"

"I'm unreasonable? I think you're trying to cover it up and become angry!"

"What did I cover, tell me."

"Don't empty your inbox if you can!"

"Need I remind you, Rong Kai, this is 'my' cell phone."

The plaster on the wall was shaken by the intense sound waves and fell down, I sighed, and my heart was balanced - this early in the morning, there are people who are more awkward than me and Huahua.

I quickly put on a pair of long johns, and I went into the living room shirtless. From a distance, I saw the little lunatic and Zhou Cheng arguing happily, one was blushing, and the other looked fine on the surface, but his eyes were about to freeze.The little lunatic has been in a bad mood recently, and it's normal to find an excuse to get angry and go crazy. What surprised me was that Zhou Cheng actually took up the challenge. Isn't this the first time in the world.

"What's the noise in the early morning, the sky is falling?" I walked into the battle while talking, ready to pour myself a glass of water, and ease the embarrassing situation by the way.

As soon as the little lunatic saw me, he immediately became refreshed, and his voice raised a few octaves, pointing at Zhou Cheng as if pointing a traitor: "You would never have imagined that he actually called Jin Dafu!"

Where is another Jin Dafu?

I didn't care about pouring water anymore, and went straight to look at Zhou Cheng with doubts on my forehead.

Zhou Cheng sighed helplessly, as if this question had been explained a hundred times and now he just told me for the one hundred and zeroth time: "It's from over there."

"That's not the same!" Before I could speak, the little lunatic answered directly, "Anyway, you are a mistress! You are still a male mistress! I saw you two having dinner together the other day, and I knew there was nothing good about it!"

That day, what day is it?The day the little maniac started feeling down?

"Well, just pretend that he and I are plotting against each other," Zhou Cheng paused for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled, sweeping away the irritability and unhappiness of the last second, and turned into the indifferent guy I was familiar with, I saw him approaching Rong Kai , spit out a few clear words easily, "It seems that it has nothing to do with you."

The little lunatic is getting anxious, which can be seen from his face that turns red and turns white, but it doesn't seem to be pure anger, and there are suddenly many complicated things in his eyes that are usually shallow and easy to see. .

Before I could analyze Chou Yinmao, the little lunatic turned around suddenly, slammed the door and went back to the room.

I stood in the living room and stared at Zhou Cheng for a long time, then I asked him: "What's the matter?"

Zhou Cheng shrugged: "Who knows, he must be sick."

I don't know if the little lunatic is sick, but I know that Zhou Cheng is really angry. He is seldom angry, just like he is seldom mean.

When I got back to the room, Huahua had finished washing up. I probably told him about the battle in the living room. He listened while putting on his clothes, absent-minded.

I'm not too happy: "At any rate, under the same roof, how much do you care about it?"

Huahua saw that I was in a hurry, so she took the phone and wrote: They are not children.

I was speechless, and said angrily: "Oh, you are the only one, so I only care about you?"

Huahua shook her head, writing those words almost made me feel bad: neither did I.

"That's fine, I will care about myself from now on!" Damn I quit!

……

"Hello? Wang... Uh, Yu Qingzhou?"

"Feng Yiyi? It's rare. I thought you asked for my phone number to confess."

"Don't be useless, are you busy?"

"Should I say I'm busy?"

"Then find a time when you are not busy and I will call again."

"Actually, it's not busy if you say you're busy, and you're busy if you say you're not busy."

"Is it busy or not!"

"see your performance."

"what?"

"Just now, what did you want to call me king?"

"..."

"Say it and I won't be angry."

"Son of a bitch."

"Bye-Bye."

"Depend on!"

"Haha," the bastard was relieved, and his attitude finally became human, "Tell me, what do you want from me?"

Calling the bastard is absolutely impulsive, so that I don't even think about how to explain this question now. After a long time, I simply asked a general direction: "In the prison... Uh, there are not many men and men doing that, right? I would like to ask if they all changed back after they were released from prison or...continue to contribute to family planning? Aren’t you monitoring them?”

The bastard was inexplicable: "Why do you suddenly think of asking this?"

I was a little embarrassed: "I suddenly remembered it."

The bastard cut it, and said slowly: "If you are worried about Zhou Cheng and Jin Dafu, there is no need at all. As far as I know, Jin Dafu will move his family soon. It seems that the woman's parents have contracted a farm in their hometown and hope that they can help."

I was stunned, and suddenly felt that I was very close to the truth of the matter, and there was only the last layer of veil left.

Could it be that Jin Dafu and Zhou Cheng were just saying goodbye before going home whether they were in contact or having dinner?Seriously, I like this inference.

The bastard's tone was suddenly tinged with a malicious smile, "Don't worry now... Mama Feng?"

Let Dao Lei chop him up!

"Now I'll tell you what it's usually like when a gay guy gets out of prison..."

"Fuck, you did it on purpose." My black line, I know everything I want to know, and it's useless to talk about it now.

"There is no harm in popularizing knowledge." The bastard seemed to hear my voice, and he said to himself, "There are two kinds of people in prison who are gay. It doesn’t matter whether they come in or go out, they are all the same, but this kind of quantity is really small, and most people just temporarily change directions. After all, it’s okay if there are no fish and shrimp. It depends on the individual and the situation. For example, some people go out and find a girl, and find that it is better to be a girl, and some people go out and find that they can’t do it with women. There are also people like Zhou Chengjin Dafu who go out together or go out together, and they are in prison. Feelings, the probability of continuing to engage in it is very high, after all, there is a common experience and a common language, it is completely dry wood..."

"Okay!" I heard goosebumps all over my body, my scalp seemed to have countless ants crawling, what did I say, Nima, this is not brother's world at all, okay?

"Is there anything else, I'm going to write a monthly summary."

"The last question." I struggled for a long time, but I still asked, "Is it possible that something was wrong inside, but it turned out to be messed up?"

The bastard didn't answer right away, as if he was thinking seriously.

I was inexplicably nervous, and my palms were sweating.

The waiting time was very long, as if it had been a century, before the voice of the bastard came over again.

"Feng Yiyi."

"Ah."

"Don't fall in love with me, you will get hurt."