(1) Two people chatting, one sitting at the table and the other leaning against the radiator in the room.

Chang Xia said: "It is really happy for a person to have such a house, and people like us may not have it until they get married." Not alone, but still with her husband. ”

"Oh, I think I'm lucky when you say that. I didn't feel anything" The corners of his mouth twitched, and he pretended not to care to show others his treasured treasures,

After all, they are not familiar with it, and after a few words, there is nothing to say. It's like two strangers on the street suddenly dancing a veneer dance. Still a little awkward.

Chang Xia put his hand on the radiator and looked at the curtains seriously; He sat at the table and stared at the cups on the table. After a few words.

His eyes were fixed on a wall in front of him. "There's no hypocrisy, let's make love." He said suddenly.

"Huh?!" Chang Xia didn't understand. But she turned her eyes to the dancing expression on his face, and she suddenly understood that this kind of imagination would flash flames when invisible gas met a slight spark, a matter between men and women.

Chang Xia was not annoyed, and scolded the hooligan and threw his arm and walked away. But after all, she wasn't open to that extent, and she wrapped the curtain around her face. Some are overwhelmed. No one dared to look each other in the eye.

She loved the house.

The dormitory of the unit, just the dormitory. A wire bed with no one sleeping was stacked with cardboard boxes. Chunshan's shoes had nowhere to go, so she had to kick them under the bed. In the single room, the bed, table, chair, and shoes can only be tucked under the bed, and there is old dust in the folds of the exposed radiator.

However, this is not her home after all.

"It's time to go back." Chang Xia thought, "I shouldn't stay any longer." It's time to go back. No matter how good it is, it's not her home.

A feeling of palpitations swam from the corner of the house and swished into her heart. Chang Xia hugged himself tightly, but he couldn't stop shaking, like he had malaria, swinging.

He put her down on the bed. She shuddered under the covers for a long time, and finally slowly calmed down.

She leaned her face sideways and bit the pillow, unwilling to let the tears flow. She needed this house called "home".

(b)

In this house, there was a warm palm that gently caressed her, starting with her back and caressing her entire body.

As he lay close to her on the bed, her desires were still shriveled, the walls of the well shattering the dry light, and the desolation below.

His body was like an unfamiliar wet quilt, and she still felt cold. His body was soft and as white as a girl's. She found it very boring. But after all, they have all done something, and they have all happened something.

He and her body were sacrifices to the cold; Darkness, surging with boundless darkness, wriggling darkness, unfathomable shadows.

They all hide the cold, with some pitiful hope, hoping that the body lying next to them will bring warmth to them.

Where did this man's face come from, I don't care. There was a body with body temperature covering me, and that was all I needed that night. ”

"The relationship between men and women is the most natural and direct relationship between people." That night, she flew down from a branch like a bird whose feathers had been warmed by the rain, and unfortunately crashed into this sentence.

(3) In the few years I was with Wu Min, whenever Chang Xia recalled it, it was like his shadow rushing up and covering her whole body with a black leather bag.

Still in that room, Wu Min smiled with mouse-like teeth, and slowly approached her: "Aren't you the pearl of my palm?" I'm afraid I'll drop it in my hand, and I'm afraid I'll melt when I hold it in my mouth. What's the point of meeting with them! ”

Chang Xia is not angry, stubborn, and the meaning is obvious: Don't stop me, I must go. Whenever Chang Xia wants to go out to party, it is as difficult as a prisoner in a long-term prison who wants to apply to go home to visit his family.

Fortunately, Chang Xia spent most of his time in prison taking exams and reading books, and had no intention of fighting for freedom, but there were always moments of boredom. This time, she was determined to go out.

She took care of herself and changed into a silk dress with red flowers on a white background, and her hair was tied in two small bundles on her chest, like a morning flower. She didn't even have a lipstick, but she was full of youthful energy.

He looked at it, how unpleasant it was, waves, watch you wave to the sky.

His vicious language is about to spew out again. A man who is in a hurry will always grab the closest weapon to his hand. And the most lethal of the present power is his swearing.

At the moment when Chang Xia grabbed his bag and was about to go out, Wu Min said viciously: "Dress up like a 'chicken'!" ”

He was going to shoot Natsu with the most vicious words in the world. Chang Xia really got hit, trembled all over, lowered his head to buckle his shoes, and his fingers trembled.

It seems that she can't escape his swearing in this life. The laces staggered like drunken and crooked to the side. Hurry up, you're going to be late. I don't want to be late.

His most handy weapon didn't stop Xia, so his weapon was about to be upgraded.

At the moment when Xia straightened her waist, her neck was grabbed, and the whole person was carried into the bedroom, thunder and lightning roared, the bedroom door was locked, and Wu Min's whole person condensed into a wooden pillar at the door.

"What are you doing?" The stunned, heartbreaking, angry, and panicked shouts burst through Chang Xia's throat at the same time.

(iv)

Wu Min, the wooden pillar guarding the door, gave Xia a kind of stop notice with an undoubted "end of the song and beware of painting": Today, don't think about walking out of this door.

Summer hair scattered like a flying insect that slammed the lampshade, and she rushed to the door desperately. The wooden pillar gritted his teeth.

How does Ren Changxia pull with his hands and kick with his feet, standing still, like a stubborn stone gambling on the exit of the hole.

"Who are you? Actually did it! Get out of the way! Xia felt that he was going crazy, and rushed forward with a hoarse voice. It was blocked by a wooden pillar again.

The snake coiled around Wu Min's face: "I said you can't do this, you can't do this!" If I don't let you do anything, you don't want to do anything! ”

Do you think that who you are and that you are the "king" who rules over the world? Xia sneered disdainfully, and looked down at the reptile on the ground arrogantly: "Who do you think you are?" ”

Suddenly, she remembered her current situation, at present, he was the "thief king" who forcibly seized her freedom, and the crazy light that shone on the field in a flash of lightning at night, Xia screamed and jumped to Wu Min: "Open the door!" You open the door for me! ”

The wooden pillar was still holding on, and his face was blue. The door seemed to be about to be broken, but the end of the door lock was firmly controlled by Wu Min's hands.

Seeing Natsu's hair tearing into strands in the air, the man was a little scared. But he still held on, his face blushing, like a hand on his chest during a nightmare.

(5)

The phone rang suddenly, the two stared at the microphone together, Xia ran over, picked up the microphone, and heard Chunshan's giggling voice over there: "Chang Xia, why haven't you come yet, we are all waiting for you!" The laughter on the other side of the phone grinned.

Everyone should be basically there. Someone walks around, pouring tea for everyone, you tease a few words, he answers a few words, and the laughter is endless.

Chang Xia disturbed his breathing and tried to make his voice more normal: "Come right away, wait for me." ”

But who would have thought that Tian would be locked in a room. Chang Xia sat down on the bed, delirious as if he had a high fever, but his eyes were very sober, revealing a gentle coolness: "Let's break up, let me go!" ”

Wu Min, who heard this, was frightened by the board, and secretly trembled; The face has changed color, and the old curtain is like it.

But the more he did this, the more he wouldn't let go, and pressed the door lock spasmodically, like a sick cat dragging the dead mouse in his hand, shaking his head: "I won't open the door whatever you say." ”

Desperation slams the heads of the knocked unconscious like a basin of cold water in winter. Chang Xia jumped up, rushed to the window, reached out of the window, and almost laughed wildly: "I'm going to jump, jump down." "Swinging his arms, as if his arms were winged.

The man stared nervously at Chang Xialu's upper body on the window railing, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, as if he saw Xia's legs rising off the ground and turning over the window.

But he still didn't leave the cemetery he was guarding. At this moment, he is like a drug lord, willing to guard a dead corpse rather than let the living Chang Xia walk out of the tomb.

Your hateful gaze is directed at a stranger. Is that all I have gotten over the years? The harder you try to get out, the more I'm going to hold you. Twist you, crush you, lock you up. If you have the ability, you can jump!