Backtracking to the Village

He was on his body, and he wanted to say something, but he was blocked by the person who licked his lips and sat down spontaneously, so he couldn't think anymore. He only knew that his big palm was on the other person's waist, and he pushed it up hard.Huang Zitao's waist and eyes were pinched tightly, the man's strength was so great that it made his joints itchy unbearably, his scalp was numb, and his arched back was covered with sweat.As if sailing on a sea with huge waves, Huang Zitao tightly hugged Wu Yifan's neck, for fear of being pushed into the galaxy.

The sun and stars are hidden, and the mountains are hidden.Huang Zitao suddenly remembered this ancient essay from junior high school, it has a deep meaning...

<<<<

Wu Yifan's leather sofa is definitely not a fake imported Da Vinci, the quality is guaranteed, otherwise it would have collapsed after such an upheaval, it's just that it's a bit horrible now... I'm afraid it will fly and take care of it.

The first person to ask was nestled in the bathtub, Wu Yifan only had to go out to get a bath towel, half of his face was submerged in the water.Wu Yifan quickly picked him up, Huang Zitao was woken up, half opened his eyes, and complained in a hoarse voice: "You can fly, you are crazy tonight..."

Wu Yifan was noncommittal, Huang Zitao was used to his silence, closed his eyes and continued to mutter: "How do you tell me to go to the editorial department for a meeting tomorrow afternoon? You don't want it, so many days..."

"Actually, I think about it every day." Just kidding, after reading the little Huang Wen for three years, Wu Yifan has already asked Huang Zitao for countless times in his mind. In the last two years of college, he did a lot of things like following such idiots, and now he has become He's got it, and he can eat it openly, wouldn't he want it?

Huang Zitao, who was about to fall asleep, opened his eyes reluctantly: "What did you say?"

"No, go to sleep."

postscript

It’s been two weeks since I wrote the article, and I’m writing the postscript. I feel like I don’t know how to write, probably because the end is a new beginning.

In fact, the first time I wrote this story, I suddenly remembered my hometown one day, and the village was based on my hometown, so I was in a happy mood when I wrote this novel—how lucky I am, to be able to write about people I like, to write The places I miss.Every scene, I seem to be able to construct a real scene in my mind. On a certain gravel path, under a certain banyan tree, in a certain room with peeling paint, there are two teenagers who love each other staring at each other , kissing, biting ears.

When I first wrote the first word, the plan was tragic, because the original intention was to commemorate a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy in his hometown at that time. A brother next door who treats him very well, although the relationship between them is probably not more than friends - but later, apart from not having the heart to let Ah Heng Taoya, who has nothing to do with them, experience this kind of life and death, he also figured out one thing, The reality is not going to end well, so why not use another way to let them have a happy ending and live a happy life.

Aheng Taoya, you were the sweetheart in my heart at the beginning, I depend on you and admire you wholeheartedly, you are restrained but passionate.It is probably only when a person is young that it is possible to regard one person as his whole world, and it is possible that although he is afraid of many things, he is most afraid of his lover leaving him.

Because of my love for Ah Heng and Tao Ya, I am now writing the procedure chapter——tell about their stories in the future, although their life is so long, I can never finish them. One day in the future, I will still tell them. Bye-Bye.Thank you for seeing here, I hope you will continue to accompany them to grow up, and accompany me to type every word that belongs only to you and me.

2015, 2, 6

Baidu Tieba: Presumptuousness

Sina Weibo: cloud carp carp