bedroom literature

Chapter 27 I'm Watching You

Liu Sheng stopped writing.Trying to figure out what to write next.In his writing, he always pays attention to the extreme stretching that will not be taken off, and will not be released, the so-called x tension.But the setting of the devil totem is really suitable for a hearty...

He made up his mind and took a deep breath.

Today is the weekend, a certain student who does not have to go to class is sitting in a tight body, but his soul is immersed in the ocean of colors.I originally wrote the article to vent my desire, but the result may be because I haven't written for too long, but today it has intensified.

How can this be good?

The roommates came back from the cafeteria to eat, and it was time for a nap after eating.Everyone climbed onto the bed one after another, only Jiang Qiwen was lively and active, doing reverse push-ups on the bed ladder in the dormitory, inhaling and exhaling in coordination with the movements.

Liu Sheng also went to bed, but Jiang Qiwen knew he was not asleep.Because Jiang Qiwen's phone vibrated.In addition to the vibration of incoming calls, only those who follow Weibo will have notification reminders.He double-clicked the Bluetooth headset to pause the follow-up video on the tablet, and hurriedly ended today's back practice.

Panting, he reached out to unlock the phone, and it turned out to be Mrs. Turong's Weibo.

Click on the content, there is only one sentence:

"Whoever holds a salary for others, don't let him be frozen in the wind and snow."

He felt relieved, thinking that he had a bit of literary accomplishment.Maybe it's a recent charity cause or something?Damn, I didn't slow down just now, there are already more than 50 comments in the comment area, and I can't grab the first floor!

……

Jiang Qiwen was annoyed by his subconscious behavior.But Yagyu confided all his secrets on QQ that day, obviously it was an expression of extreme trust in himself.At this time, he has been placed in this position, as if an idol who focuses on marketing personalities has fallen in love, and is in a dilemma between integrity and morality and maintaining dreams.

Fortunately, people are inertial.Inertia made him think of 200 words of insights and prepare to interact with his wife.

Jiang Qiwen clicked on the comment, and before typing, he saw——

It's all... graphs.

He froze for a second.

"The little one has come to pay tribute, Bodhisattva."

"My wife has worked hard! Let's get warmer next year!"

Good guy, "salary earner"...means sex.

He ordered a few "Three Guarantees and One" that were covered by irrelevant pictures in front of the picture to make a long picture, feeling a little itchy in his heart.

In the past, he couldn't see these things, and he even made homophobic remarks when he was young and frivolous when he started college.But maybe he has tried too much, so he doesn't reject it somehow.

Even when he saw the protagonist in the last picture wearing cartoon pajamas, other images popped up in his mind.

The softness of throwing herself into her arms.

Peach scented shampoo.

Mickey Mouse pajamas.

Jiang Qiwen was so upset that he simply turned off the phone screen and continued to do his push-ups.

But the exhaustion of the body failed to resist the wild thoughts after all.

The Mickey Mouse pajamas were worn by Yagyu the last time he skipped class and returned to his dormitory.He touched his chest with his fingertips, took off the blindfold and his eyes were clouded with tears... It was also the day that Jiang Qiwen broke his secret for the first time.But this morning Jiang Qiwen fully understood the explanation of these secrets, and knew that he normally needs to use his eyes as medicine - he doesn't want to ask for help, so he can only use writing as an outlet to vent and comfort his body.

And when he didn't understand, he made judgments on other people's lives.Although at the beginning I called the police because of my deep love for serious literature, but now that I think about it, isn’t this a kind of arrogance of popular literature over minority literature?It's like when I accidentally talked about homosexuality in the dormitory at the beginning of school, and I was anxious to distance myself from it, so I naturally showed disgust.

Perhaps as Liu Sheng said, he has long been used to the unfriendliness of the world, and after clarifying it, he cheered up immediately, and updated it this morning...

Wait, if the update is his way of relief, then this new Weibo should show that the update did not achieve the desired effect.

At that moment, he probably died of embarrassment.

The curtain that I had been peeking at out of the corner of my eye suddenly moved.Liu Sheng's tearful eyes occupied his nerves at that moment.

He made a strange mistake and walked over to Liu Sheng.

…………

Jiang Qiwen's breath echoed beside the red ears that were only exposed, and it was a demon whispering broadcast:

"You did it. Well done."

Liu Sheng on the pillow burst into tears.

The depression, grievance and pain from childhood to adulthood seem to have vented out with pleasure.Chang Ran was uprooted like a thorn running through him, and the rusty body parts also creaked and slowly turned, and began to operate again.

Something is different at the beginning, but I can't figure it out.

Liu Sheng, who was still immersed in the aftertaste, was forced to raise his head due to suffocation, and looked at Jiang Qiwen in front of him absent-mindedly.

Jiang Qiwen had a full view of that expression, but he acted extremely calm, and even pulled out a few pieces of paper with one hand to wipe away his tears, "It's over?"

Liu Sheng came to his senses and panicked, "What?"

Jiang Qiwen added, "Is the speech over?"

"Yeah." Liu Sheng looked away and said angrily, "Why are you so formal?"

Jiang Qiwen smiled, and moved his other hand——

It was only then that Liu Sheng realized that he not only had a corner of the bed curtain in his hand, but was also holding Jiang Qiwen's hand tightly behind his back.

He hurriedly let go, watched Jiang Qiwen gently stuff the whole package of paper into that hand, and said softly, "Wipe."

Then help him cover the bed curtain and leave.Thus ended the absurd exchange of eyes and mouths.

Darkness resumed under the bed curtain.Liu Sheng was lying on his side, holding the paper Jiang Qiwen handed over, and was stunned for a long time.Only the lavender scent of perfume paper towels fades away with thoughts.

I don't know if he was referring to the tears he continued to shed, or something else.

Liu Sheng was puzzled in a daze.

……

Willow melancholy concluded:

I have saved it for so many years, and I give it to you.