Xi Qian's body is soft and rigid, and she is like a lively and amorous koi, swimming happily around me. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

As we snuggled up in the kitchen to cook in exhaustion, we were quiet for less than ten minutes before we got entangled again...... From the kitchen to the bedroom.

When we came to the kitchen again, she screamed and smoked from the pot of chicken soup.

I hurriedly lifted the lid of the pot, and a burst of sparks came out, and the chicken had turned into a pile of chicken charcoal.

In a panic, Xi Qian picked up a basin of water and poured it on my head.

After that, we began to argue about why water was poured over my head instead of pouring it into the steaming pot.

She said innocently, in a panic, she missed.

Then, I also picked up a basin of water and poured it on her.

We had a water fight in the small kitchen.

Yu Yue once told me that sex, like Pandora's box, once opened, cannot be contained.

At the time, I scoffed at it, but now that I think about it, there's nothing wrong with what he said.

I have already been relieved of Fu Wenxin's "ruthlessness", she may just be an excuse for my depravity.

How much I was infatuated with her at the beginning, how much I hate her now.

I slept with different women as revenge on her, and I knew that it was an extremely perverted psychology. Eventually, I was lost, and Pandora's box finally got out of hand.

I forgot my original purpose, burned all things pure, and in the extreme love and hate, I didn't even know myself.

Occasionally, standing in front of the mirror and seeing that unfamiliar face, I would cry like a.

Thinking of the sterility and purity from the soul to the body in the past, in that way, when I was with Fu Wenxin, I was always proud rather than inferior.

I once accused Yuan Zheng so viciously, in fact, I am no different from him. It's just that our lives are turned upside down.

Because of love, he lived a hard life until I was 26 years old.

Because of hatred, I was lewd before he was 22 years old. Mi life.

With Hui, Sandy, Chen Xiang and those women who play on the spot, including Xiqian in front of me, are they with them because I love them?

I can't face this problem head-on.

I don't deserve to love, I dare not love, I am infatuated with them because we only have physical comfort for each other, and they don't put pressure on me to bear the responsibility and consequences of love.

Infatuated with this unbridled pleasure, let the body fall into the abyss without a bottom line, and the pain of the middle of the night can only be devoured by oneself little by little.

With Xi Qian, I looked at her gloomy, and she asked, "What are you thinking?" ”

"It's okay, I just want to look at you like this."

"I'll tell you a joke."

"Hmm."

"One day, the Americans, the French and the Pekingese were in the desert, dying, and they suddenly found a bottle. Of course, behind it are the routines of the gods who come out of the bottle, asking them to make three wishes.

The U.S. says: I want $1 million! So he got $1 million;

Another $1,000,000! So he got another $1 million;

Send me back to New York right now! So he disappeared.

The Frenchman said:

I want a beauty! So he got a beautiful woman;

I want another beauty! So he got another beautiful woman;

Send me back to Paris right away! So he disappeared.

Only the Pekingese are left. He thought about it carefully and said:

Come to the bottle of one bottle and two pot heads! So, he got a bottle of two pot heads;

Another bottle of two-pot head! So, he got another bottle of two pot heads.

The Beijingers finally thought about it again, Damn, I can't finish the two bottles of Erguotou, you can turn those two people back.

After the three of them drank the second pot head, they continued to walk in the desert, and picked up another bottle, and the immortal who came out of it said: I am the younger brother of the immortal just now, and my mana is not as strong as him, and I can only satisfy each of you two wishes.

The Americans and the French were afraid that the Pekingese would bring them back again, and they said in unison that this time the Pekingese would come first.

Beijingers thought about it and said: Come to the bottle of two pots! So he got a bottle of two pots

The Beijingers thought about it again and said: It's nothing, why should you go! So the gods disappeared. ”

After Xi Qian finished speaking, I smiled symbolically.

"Isn't it funny?" She asked.

"It's funny, it's funny, I guess the British and French will die of depression. Okay, I'll help you make up the rest of the story. When they finished drinking this bottle of Erguotou, they met the third immortal, this immortal was the younger brother of the one last time, so they could only make one wish for each of them, and guess what happened in the end. ”

"What's wrong?"

The British and French shut the mouth of the Pekingese and made a wish to make the Pekingese disappear forever. The fairy said, I'm sorry I can't do it, because he is a native of the capital. Then, the Pekingese began to make a wish, 100 bottles of Erguotou, and then you go. ”

"What a cold joke."

"Hmm."

Next, we looked at each other and fell silent.

After a while, Xi Qian suddenly said, "You don't love me." ”

I still looked at her and didn't speak.

"Really?" She asked again.

"Why do you say that?"

"Because you can't fool me with your look and the look in your eyes. A man is a rational animal only after he has ejaculated, and the woman he thinks of at that moment is his love in this life, his eternity. And now you're not thinking about me. Tell me, who is the woman you think of after you? ”

I smiled, as if in an abstract wryness: "That's so mysterious. ”

"I'm right, am I?" Xi Qian's serious expression left me speechless.

I was silent.

She understood.

In fact, when I saw Xi Qian, I thought of another person - Chen Fei - and she would also tell all kinds of jokes to make me happy.

This thought made me feel extremely frightened, why didn't I think of Fu Wenxin in my heart, but her?

Every time I fought with those women, Chen Fei's smile appeared in front of me, and I felt ashamed and disgusted by my behavior, and felt that I was an unforgivable Sven scum.

Scenes of the past hit like a cone, making people feel painful.

The first time we met, her brutality and willfulness disgusted me excitely.

Later, we slowly went from friend to foe to friend, and then to talk about everything.

Her tenderness and tolerance towards me made me sincerely afraid.

I was even afraid to think of her when I was with Fu Wenxin.

She tolerates my willfulness and always looks at me with a smile, even when I'm not in a bad mood, she always finds a way to make me happy.

Although I dare not admit that this is true, everything is happening.

In terms of family wealth, Chen Fei and I are not from the same world, she is good enough to get a partner who is 10,000 times better than me.

The indifference to her over the years is not a kind of vigilance out of self-defense.

"Is she pretty?" Xi Qian asked.

I didn't speak, just nodded.

"I see."

That day, Xi Qian became unusually silent, unlike the usual giggling Beijing girl, the sadness in her eyes made people's hearts palpitate.

That was the last time we were together, and after that, we never saw each other again.

She later opened a yoga studio, which closed down in less than half a year due to poor management.

She is divorced, I don't know where she went, the circle of friends of social software is no longer updated, and her mobile phone number has also changed, and there is no information about her after that.

When I went to the gym, I couldn't help but look at the yoga studio, but I no longer saw a familiar figure, and I was stunned.

I didn't want to see things and people again, so I gave the gym gym card to Che Zhen, the director of the editorial department of New Speech magazine.

Che Zhen said that he had suffered a lumbar muscle strain while sitting on duty recently, and he was just going to practice.

Chen Fei asked me to spend more time, and sometimes she showed me the company's literary scripts and asked me to give my opinions.

We will argue until the early hours of the morning because of a plot setting or even a line, and we can't get enough of it.

She didn't mention Yuan Zheng's matter anymore, but said, "I believe you will handle it yourself."

I never understood whether she slowly erased the shadow of Fu Wenxin's nuclear strike on my soul, or whether I slowly woke up from self-deception.

All I know is that I have to be careful, not to covet or show compassion, just as I would protect a treasure that does not belong to me, and look at her.