This year has passed in a blink of an eye, and when I went to school, I felt that each semester passed so slowly, but now I feel like I am in a hurry. When I read Zhu Ziqing's "Back", I didn't understand how that time could pass quietly from washing my face and eating. Now I feel the same way. Wasted time will never come back to you.

Summer came so fast, and the only news in the unit was that a security guard in his thirties surnamed Zhao fell in love with a female graduate student from the College of Agriculture.

Zhao Baoan's family is rural, the only son has been a security guard since he was sixteen or seventeen years old, and he has not graduated from junior high school, but he is good looking, especially the pair of peach blossom eyes, according to himself, he also fascinated his Tunhua, in short, the female graduate student was soaked in his hands.

I remember once on the Internet, I saw a person post that said that the more you read, the lower your intelligence will be, especially women, and she said that this man is a man! Those who did not graduate from junior high school deceived undergraduates, and those who did not graduate from elementary school deceived graduate students. But sometimes the facts have to make me think deeply.

When I was in school, there was a female graduate student who studied electronic information engineering was deceived by a farmer who had not graduated from primary school into the tunzi, and it was not until she became the mother of two babies that she was rescued, and we discussed why this happened, and the result of the discussion was that the farmer captured the heart of the female graduate student, and it seems that the heart of the female graduate student can only be understood by primary school students.

One day I was reading an e-book in the office, and the director called me to get the keys (the keys are in the hands of the property management company for the newly completed building) and said that there was a customer to come to see the house. I walked out with my keys in my hand, and as soon as I got out of the building, I saw two people in an Audi. One man and one woman.

The woman looked to be in her forties, with a very stocky body, a pair of small balls like inflated skins, sunglasses on her face, and bright red lips.

The smell of perfume on her body, which I could smell five or six steps away from her, was very pungent. On her neck, wrists, and fingers with all kinds of gold jewelry, and a delicate bag in her hand, she looks like a rich woman.

The man was well-proportioned, and his black hair was dyed like ink, which set off his rather delicate face. Outside the snow-white shirt, he was dressed in a crisp black suit with a sign of Seven on his sleeve, and the man was holding a new Nokia mobile phone in his hand, which was being placed in his ear, and he seemed to be making a phone call, and he was carrying a high-end watch on his exposed wrist.

When I looked at this man, I couldn't help but smile, and opened my mouth to say hello, but I saw that he was stunned for a moment, put down his phone, and turned his face to the side to look a little gloomy. My smile immediately froze on my face, then slowly faded.

"You're from the property company, aren't you?" the woman smiled and asked politely.

"Hello, I'm from the property management company, are you here to see the house?" I asked with a smile.

"Yes, come and see the house. The woman nodded.

I got into the Audi and took them to see the house, and the man didn't say a word to me the whole time, and there was a hint of disgust, disdain, and impatience in his indifferent expression. The rich woman may have felt it too, and hurriedly asked a few words about the situation of the house and the community before getting in the car and leaving.

After seeing them off, I walked to the office with my keys in hand. The early summer sun was not so strong, and there was occasionally a cool breeze blowing in the air, which made people feel comfortable, but now I don't feel a trace of comfort. The person who came with that rich woman was my old college classmate, not in the same class, but in the same department, living in the same floor, he and I both liked to watch movies, and we often went to the cinema to watch movies together.

Everyone may be influenced by film and television dramas, and there are more or less misunderstandings about the students of the art department, there are very few male students in our art department with long hair, only a very few people, he is one of them. At that time, his body was relatively thin, and with a beautiful face, many people mistakenly thought he was a girl when they saw his back, and once made a joke, a boy from the mathematics department also asked his fellow countrymen about him.

Because of his appearance, he almost had an accident once.

When I was a sophomore, the school was expanded, and many migrant workers came to the campus to build houses on one side of a road, which we called "Postgraduate Entrance Examination Road". Because there are often migrant workers who hijack strong female students on that road, the school escorts them to graduate school in order to calm things down. One year, when it was too big, a female student was paralyzed by the sword, but in the end, the principal was not punished, and the migrant workers were not caught.

My classmate once came back late, passing by the postgraduate entrance examination road, was rushed out of the construction site by four migrant workers grabbed hands and feet and carried in, he shouted: "I am a man, I am a man" but the migrant workers still did not let him go, and finally he shouted in a hurry: "I don't believe in touching the bottom, I don't believe in touching the bottom", and then he was taken out of the construction site and thrown out. He hasn't had long hair ever since.

After the news spread, there were fewer boys with long hair on campus. Others are not as cheerful as before, and even a little gloomy. Because everyone always jokes with him about this, his girlfriend also broke up under his increasingly eccentric temper, and he and I are the only ones in the entire department who are barely friends.

I didn't expect to see him today, but he pretended not to know me. In fact, I can vaguely guess a little reason, everyone has the right to choose the path, if you can use the innate genes to make yourself live better, why can't you use that?

I looked up to the sky and breathed a sigh of relief, slowly clearing his figure from my mind.

Time walks unhurriedly, and when the sun is not so sunny, I returned to the dormitory after work, turned on the computer and boarded QQ to take a look, and a girl I chatted with on the Internet left me a message. I rinsed it off, made a hot cup of tea, and wrote her back.

According to the girl herself, she works for a company owned by her aunt. I met her by chance, I wanted to be a girl in an agricultural college, but I didn't expect to meet her on Renren.com, and she also graduated from this school.

Watching the penguins flash, I knew she messaged me back. I turned on the video head and chatted with her for a long time without a word. Suddenly, a page popped up in the bottom right corner of my computer, where a woman in a thong licked her sexy lips and scratched her head. At that moment, I felt a little hot in my body.

"What do the letters on your clothes mean?" I asked.

"I don't know, are you good at English? Her tone was a bit coquettish.

"Okay, then you let me see it better. I laughed.

The girl pulled her dress with her hand and leaned over to the camera.

"I can't see clearly, you stand up a little. I said deliberately

The girl seemed to understand what I meant, and with a smug look of excitement in her eyes, she sat up as straight as she could.

I fantasized for a moment, and my tongue was dry.

"We've been talking for so long, it's time to meet. Going for a supper at night?" I typed a line a little nervously, this was the first time I had asked a woman out.

"Where?" she replied quickly.

Seeing these words, my heart, which was beating a little, calmed down and said a place.

In that place I met a very dark-skinned girl who looked very ordinary. She was short and chubby, similar to what I saw in the video, and the only places she was comfortable looking at were two dimples and big eyes.

Things were as bland as drinking plain water, and after drinking five beers each, we found a hotel and walked in.

The rooms in the inn are dimly lit, with walls on the left and right and no windows. Inside was a double bed, and the sheets on the bed were of the worst kind of floral cloth. At the head of the bed there was a small cabinet with the paint peeling off, on which were some drinks, instant noodles, and some small plastic boxes.

We bought some beer, water and food when we came. After taking off our coats, we sat down on the bed and drank again. After about half an hour, I sensed that it was time to do something, but I didn't know what to do next, when there was a creaking sound next door, mixed with the inexplicable voice of a woman.

We both looked at each other and smiled, and stopped drinking.

I didn't actually like this woman, but I felt that I needed a woman very much. Watching all the things I've accumulated almost makes me go crazy. I need a living woman who doesn't care even if she's bad-looking, and that's why I'm here today.

She put the beer down and leaned over slowly, I reached out and put my arm around her, my heart beat a little faster, and I slowly lowered my head. She stared at her, looking at her bright eyes I was a little nervous, involuntarily closed my eyes, for a moment, I felt a stinky smell said, I subconsciously turned my face sideways, let her kiss me on the face.

"Do you have any movies in P4?" she asked, suddenly opening her mouth.

"Yes," I replied subconsciously. When I finished eating and paying the bill, I looked for my wallet in the bag I carried with me and took out the P4 once. It occurred to me that it might not be good to answer like this.

"Let's take a look," she left my arms and took the hairpin off her head.

I took out the P4 from the bag I was carrying with me and put a movie that I usually like to watch. She laughed as she watched.

"Do you usually take him under the covers," she laughed.

"Occasionally," I smiled self-deprecatingly. There's nothing to be ashamed of, it's that people go through it all the time.

She lay down with the P4, holding me tightly with one hand, her body kept writhing, and her mouth made a squeezing sound, and her voice was thick and loud. At that moment I felt as if I was doing it in the same pig, and my mind was full of things that had nothing to do with it, even my thought of my garden. For a moment I wanted to hold her to the ground.