bedroom literature

Chapter 2 The Clown Is Actually Myself

【Yagyu】

Liu Sheng knew that Jiang Qiwen was homophobic.Apart from his cowardice, Jiang Qiwen was also responsible for not coming out with his roommate.

Most of those who write h texts and those who read h texts are sexual|exuberant.He knows that he usually looks boring, but there are always breakthroughs in human emotions, so he transformed himself into an lsp full of flirtatious words on the Internet.

Referred to as Mensao.

In a creative writing class, he just happened to be in a group with this homophobic roommate.

Although homophobic, this man seems to have a devout reverence for literature.

But what's the use?Without the pattern and courage of seeking common ground while reserving differences, what good things can be written?

So he took over his improvisation with the mood of garbage sorting:

Confused.The white deer jumping smartly on the snow field is covered in snow white, and the internal organs seem to be transparent.Everyone who stops in the snow for it will get a symbolic look back at it.When it looked at me for such a long time, I did not hesitate to take off my heavy gloves, exposing my skin to the wind and snow like a knife, stretched out my hand, touched its unossified antlers, and gently twirled its warm down.

I eye to eye with a deer.

not bad.A little better than expected.

Surprisingly, it hit him.

Those who can hit Jiang Qi's text must have aroused his great imagination.So he decided not to care about it and lead him around.

After all, there are rumors in the rivers and lakes that homophobia is a closet.

He wrote his review.

Sure enough, Jiang Qi's manners were not enough, so he almost grabbed Liu Sheng by the collar and asked him where the sexual | tension was.

But before Jiang Qiwen could speak, Liu Sheng said slowly, "You said you can touch its horns, can it feel it?"

When it comes to the work, Jiang Qiwen immediately said seriously: "It can feel it. The reason why I write about warmth is because there is blood in the antler."

Liu Sheng: "You said it wasn't ossified, but then it became ossified?"

Jiang Qiwen: "After the tender horns are ossified, there are no nerves, so there is no pain or feeling."

Liu Sheng: "Then do you know why the antlers are ossified?"

Jiang Qiwen: "Well...for mating, against competition."

"Yes," Liu Sheng lowered his eyes and smiled, "Then it has no sense of touch after ossification, and the only thing left on its head is the feeling of you touching its horns."

"When drinking water by the stream, when stepping on flowers in the woods...especially what you said, coming right after ossification—during mating."

He added: "Before the horns ossified, everything they touched, perhaps only your hand, was warm."

"It will always remember you, you are the last temperature to touch it."

He stared at Jiang Qiwen and smiled slightly.

【Jiang Qiwen】

After Jiang Qiwen listened, he didn't speak any more.

He stared at Liu Sheng's bright eyes, a little dazed.

Apart from the fact that I have never heard him say so many words, why is the "mating|mating" here put into the whole story so naturally by Liu Sheng?

Under this persuasive temptation, for the first time, I did not resist...

No, no, literature is pure and should not have any intersection with sex!

Romance is romance, but it's kind of weird.

Maybe a little weird, but still... weirdly romantic.

But he heard himself saying seriously: "Antlers are exchanged once a year, next year there will be antlers, and maybe others will touch them."

Liu Sheng heard this, rolled his eyes, turned around and left, cursing, "Straight man."

Jiang Qiwen was dumbfounded, and said to himself, what's wrong with the straight man, don't you too?

Tonight is not the update time for "Rabbit Vending Machine", but he still clicked on the homepage.He was puzzled, how could someone rush to collapse other people's houses?

How could it be such a coincidence that Keats should be written after Wordsworth?

Although other schools must teach in this order, he read the last "Ribbon Literature" repeatedly, and some of them came from the teacher's colloquial interpretation, which is not a coincidence at all.

God, he suspected that this person was by his side, listening to a class.

He thought about the girls in the class, who is the rabbit wool vending machine?

No, except for the eight boys in the class, the rest of the more than 100 people are girls—this is the characteristic of the liberal arts class.

He can't shout in the class: Don't use poets to write h essays, right? ?

Just when he was sad, Mrs. Rabbit Furnace updated.

He originally wanted to click unfollow directly, but he didn't know why, he just had a kind of cheap power, knowing that the house was going to collapse, but he just wanted to see how it collapsed.

He still clicked on the long picture, and the oncoming question:

"White Deer Clothes"

He rolled his eyes in disgust, but was taken aback for a moment.

He read on.

The deer is white, and when it turns into a human, its skin is as white as snow, which is pitiful.You fought to the death line in the workplace for a few days, neglected him, and he quietly crawled under your desk without anyone noticing, and drilled two small furry ears between your legs.You were startled, looked down at him, and saw that he was wrinkling his small round nose, biting the zipper of your trouser chain with his teeth and pulling down, and the large white shirt on your shoulders was rubbed down to your waist by your knees, Hanging in vain.

(harmonious)

The fawn also obsessively gave birth to a pair of antlers, stretched out, the lines are soothing and beautiful.

Maybe it didn't mention other organs, just a simple-mouthed deer, Jiang Qiwen looked hard|hard.

This time it was really hard |.

What happened next caught his eyeballs.

()

There is still hot blood in the furry antlers, and the temperature is higher than your body temperature, as if it has its own life.

You cheated and said, you can’t have it, but if you want it, your horn bones will melt and it will cool down, what should you do.

Xiao Lu's face was so wronged that it was about to ooze water, () his mouth was wet and red: next year... next year will grow...

Only...only for the master...the master to touch...

want……

That night, you didn't finish your work after all.

You have been seduced by your fawn.

The short article is over here, it is a random drop, and the comments are carnival.

He looked at the description of the antlers, and then turned to look at Liu Yu who was holding the computer across from him.

There is a rabbit down pendant hanging on the desk.

He knows what to add for his wife.

"Rabbit Vending Machine"

The clown turned out to be, myself.