howling breath

Lin Lang felt that [Hua Rong Yue Xia] wanted to "unspoken rules" for himself.

But I'm afraid I'm thinking too much...

Trying hard to stabilize his breathing rhythm, Lin Lang abruptly brought the topic back to work: "If I sign you...do you still want to sell this novel to Zhao Yanyan?"

Editor Hua shook his head: "Oh, of course I'll save it for you! - We'll take some promotional photos then! - Hey, you look so handsome, you need to take selfies! My Weibo, public account, etc. And run the business! Now the fans love to watch this—hey do you have muscles?"

Lin Lang shook his head.

But it didn't prevent the editor Hua from suddenly starting to touch: "Obviously there is! Little fool, not bad!"

Lin Lang thought to himself: I can't afford big fish, big flesh and low body fat rate... Tang Yushu is called muscular, Tang Yushu can also Muay Thai, if Tang Yushu was present, he might impulsively punch your belly Punch a punch and pump out a liter of oil.

But Tang Yushu was not there.

Smiling embarrassingly, Lin Lang retreated a few inches back.

This defensive gesture was noticed by Editor Hua, and he laughed again: "What do you mean... you still refuse to treat me as one of your own?"

"No...not." Lin Lang shook his head: "I..."

Editor Hua sighed impatiently: "You have to be sensible... There are too many new writers who want to be my own, you should cherish the opportunity!"

When I realized that I had been clenching my teeth, my masseter muscles were already sore from excessive force.

Tang Yushu didn't need to be present, only he could beat him to the ground.

But the clenched fist was so stiff that he couldn't swing it out.

Wen Wen is the only resource I have contact with in the industry.

Will punching down will only break the root of this [Huarongyuexia]?

Do you still have your own future...

Editor Hua sat on the narrow armrest of the sofa where Lin Lang was sitting, and when Erlang raised his legs, he almost fell down.

He seemed to have lost his patience, he stopped laughing and said, "I won't move, if you're smart, take the initiative."

After being given more and more clear instructions, Lin Lang was stunned for a while, his mind was so chaotic that he couldn't think about anything else.

For a moment, Lin Lang closed his eyes and tried to think about all the possible things that [Hua Rongyuexia] wanted, he gritted his teeth, maybe he could bear it...

It's not that I haven't experienced the uglier truth of the human world before, and the dawn of redemption is just one step away from me...

Step or not?

After a long time, he stiffly leaned forward a few minutes.

When the distance was closer, Lin Lang could see the thick pores on Editor Hua's face, and a few red and swollen pimples turned white.

Seeing that Lin Lang finally learned to approach him "sensibly" under his guidance, Editor Hua became happy.

He stretched out his hand and hooked Lin Lang's neck: "If I didn't know how good-looking you are, how could I be willing to take such a great novel out of your hands and give it to Zhao Yanyan!"

Lin Lang couldn't relax his body.At this moment, the phone in his pants pocket vibrated suddenly.

It must be Tang Yushu.

He was still downstairs, foolishly and cheerfully waiting for himself.

He is different from Flower Editor.

He has no bloated fat.

When he was sitting on the locomotive and calling his name, his slender legs propped up on the ground, stretched straight and beautifully.

He must be sweating from the sun at this moment; but even the salty smell of his sweat evaporated is better than the smell of this flower editor's high-end antiperspirant.

He must be smiling. When he smiles, his eyes are not so big, and they become half-bracket-shaped arcs.

He also has desires for himself... right?He had said that he wanted to kiss himself—although the burning words were interrupted roughly by himself.

Although he may not always be his own, but at least it is his own at this moment.

He is so good.

you are so dirty.

I am so dirty.

When Editor Hua's greasy hand first touched Lin Lang, Lin Lang felt a burst of warmth in his lower body.

No diapers.But for the first time, I incontinently passed urine when I was not dreaming.

[Huarong Yuexia], who was caressing Lin Lang's body, grabbed a wet hand without warning, and the whole person was frightened into "Huarong pales".

He looked down, the khaki trousers that Lin Lang was wearing, the crotch was smeared with dark brown.

Lin Lang himself was also frightened - he didn't use this trick deliberately to protect himself, it was really unconscious... Maybe he was too scared.

Afraid that Editor Hua would turn against him, Lin Lang jumped away and apologized repeatedly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I have enuresis!"

"Fuck..." That flower editor swears in front of himself for the first time, "Don't be like this——I'll scare you to pee if you say it!"

Lin Lang noticed that he was trembling - as if all the absurd things that he had endured patiently were only reacted by his body belatedly at this moment.Lin Lang was really scared: "No, I'm sorry, it's my own problem!"

Editor Hua didn't speak any more, got up and went to the bathroom.He stepped on the white bath towel that he had casually discarded on the floor just now.

Lin Lang felt that the bath towel was himself.

Editor Hua was cursing and washing his hands in the bathroom.

Hearing the sound of water, Lin Lang thought for a while, then went to the bathroom door and bowed: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry...then I'll go first."

"Okay, let's go." Editor Hua looked indifferently, and glanced at Lin Lang: "You...I didn't do it."

"Really, that's not true!" Lin Lang nodded violently——Editor Hua tried to separate the relationship, probably because he still planned to keep the minimum decency of "continuing to cooperate" with him, right?Lin Lang understood in this way, and continued to bow a few more times: "It's me who is sick!"

Editor Hua didn't speak.

Lin Lang turned around and left.

After taking a step, I was still afraid, so I turned around again, and it took me a long time to summon up the courage to ask him, "Will you still come to me when you have manuscripts in the future?"

"Oh." Editor Hua was still rubbing the dirt on his hands repeatedly.

He said: "Think about that buyout thing carefully, and give me a reply later."

He didn't mention the matter of signing a debut.

Lin Lang didn't dare to ask again.

After walking out of the room, Lin Lang felt his mind exploded, and all his thoughts were shattered into dust, leaving only a buzzing sound.

The hotel was too air-conditioned, and Lin Lang was shivering in the corridor.

When passing by a cleaning lady, she didn't bother to cover up the semi-circular dark color of her crotch - the filth was so big that it almost seemed to gradually dye her whole body into a darker color.

Then, the whole self will stink.

This world has only tried hard to get rid of people who are out of place like me, but never kept them.

So I really want to...

die.

Can you still live?

Is there still life?

A life-saving straw that I seldom got, and now I have been washed away by my urine...

What about in the future?How to make money?Why don't you really be a duck... But those benefactors have to be careful - this "Lin Meiren" of mine will piss on them all at that time.

For some reason, Lin Lang laughed absurdly and "giggled" at this juncture.

When turning to the elevator room, Lin Lang noticed the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows in a daze.

Desperately leaning forward to look, you can see the vast city and the surging traffic.

Lin Lang was a little afraid of heights.But at this time, he was not in the mood to "fear".

Breaking through this piece of glass and letting yourself fall, if you can't be redeemed, you can at least be freed, right?Lin Lang thought this way—when her mother dragged herself up to the building platform that was still being repaired step by step, she thought the same way, right?

At that time, the young Lin Lang didn't know what his mother was going to take him upstairs, so he asked her with a smile, "Can I see my father's orchard by standing on the third floor?"

The orchard—the place where my father served his sentence was called by the elders.

"I can't see it." She said, "What's the point of seeing it?"

But when she stood on the third floor, she hugged herself vigorously and asked, "Can Lang'er see the orchard?"

Lin Lang was a little afraid of heights.But at this time, he was not in the mood to "fear".

After looking hard for a long time, he told his mother: "I can't see it!"

She wailed.She seemed to be enduring the pain habitually, and even when crying, she suppressed her throat so hard that she couldn't make a sound.

Then there was a heavy breathing sound—like violent breathing, but the violent degree was out of the category of "breathing"; it was like a person immersed in thick slurry who wanted to get a little bit of oxygen, but could breathe in desperately The mouth and nose are all dirty and filthy.

So she hugged herself and fell backwards.

She is dead, he is not dead.

He fell in a daze, and lost control of his body due to the dull pain.

He stumbled to his feet, turned around and saw her on the ground, completely changed.Her last breath passed through the throat full of blood, bringing out a vague and long hoarseness.

His body was covered with her blood, which smelled and had temperature; it couldn't be patted off or cleaned.

He thought that there would be a heavy rain, and it would wash away all these, until it was invisible, until it was invisible at all.

But there was no heavy rain.

But the more you shoot, the dirtier it gets.

But the more I shoot, the more scared I become.

Lin Lang couldn't hold back and retched.

There were too many people passing by the elevator, but under the eyes of everyone, Lin Lang realized that he had lost his sense of shame.

He stood calmly, and the embarrassing situation after being incontinent was witnessed and discussed.

Like many people who have asked themselves with a ferocious face, "Why didn't you die with your mother?", Lin Lang suddenly became puzzled.

"What is the purpose of living?"

Living in a world without light, from birth to death is nothing more than wading through the mud, what is the purpose?

On the ground far away, traffic is busy and business travel converges; only standing here is ugly.

I don't know how many times the elevator stopped on this floor, and two people came out of it, which seemed to be a couple.

The girl laughed and said, "Go to Dujiangyan on weekends?"

The boy said: "Okay, then I will do the strategy."

Lin Lang recalled another episode in a trance.

——"Have you ever been to Dujiangyan?"

--"No."

—— "I'll take you there! Dujiangyan is fun, Ba Shi, and there are so many delicious foods!"

In the clip, the boy's eyes are bright and piercing, like a saint who sees everything, but also like an ignorant fool.

The moment the girl turned her head and saw him inadvertently, Lin Lang hid in the escape passage next to him.

Stepping on the steps deep and shallow, I don't know how many floors.Panting, he took out his cell phone from his trousers pocket—it was wet.He rubbed it on his pants indiscriminately, as if he was afraid that his will to survive would be reversed, and pressed Tang Yushu's phone number.

There was always a warm smile in that boy's voice, he said: "It's over! I'll be waiting for you at the door of the coffee shop."

"It's over!" Lin Lang nodded violently, and realized that the nodding motion could not be received by the person on the other end of the phone, so he tried his best to say to him: "Please save me, Tang Yushu! I accidentally... Get yourself dirty."

help me.

If it's you, if you save me, I can still live.

If it's you, if you are willing to run to me, I can survive in hell again.