Chapter 8 chapter eight

I couldn't be more shocked by the fact that Nick and William are good friends. Because people often say: Birds of a feather flock together, and people are divided into groups.isn't it?But the two men have absolutely nothing in common.Nick is blond, blue-eyed, tall and big, with the fake tanned skin he paid for at the gym—a sporty boy with a lot of energy, which is what blonde girls with big breasts and no brains usually like The type (presumably they have the same brain circuit); and William is a pale-skinned little man with a weak body, a typical schoolboy who reports excellent grades but has short-circuited motor nerves.

Of course, their personalities are completely different.Nick has a hot temper, and he must be an impulsive fire sign, but William is hard to say, his sign may be a steady earth sign, or a gentle water sign. In short, there are no wonders in the world that such two people will come together. Thinking this way, I walked past a group of preparatory students rushing to class, and opened the library door. I don't have class this morning, I just came to borrow books.In addition to my brooding over yesterday's "Studies in Ancient Greek Mythology", I am also worried about the weekend party in the student apartment in a few days.

My roommate would bring friends over.So I had to find something fun to do ahead of time, lest my only two friends abandon me (and from what I knew about them, they would).Or, Nasty Nick would actually come.Then I need to arm myself with other things and take up a lot of time and space, so as not to be forced to get along with him in the end-I can guarantee that it will definitely be a very vivid test of survival. I went to the copy machine yesterday, stood in the same position, looking for the whereabouts of the book. I suspected I was looking in the wrong place, because the book wasn't there.I looked at the label on the bookshelf - "Photography and Theory of Photography", and the Greek mythology I was looking for definitely did not belong to the same category.

I stared at the huge copier in front of me in a daze.Nick was here yesterday, copying page after page of my handouts.I can't be in the wrong place, everything that happened yesterday is vivid in my mind, as if it was a few minutes ago.The strong scent of his perfume still seemed to haunt me. I feel a little dizzy in the head.This is not the first time.I have absolutely no memory of leaving school yesterday.It was like, after I escaped from the library, I spoke to Debbie and William at the school gate, and then I was standing here again.What the hell happened last night?Or, what did I have for dinner?did i have breakfastI can't even remember.

I stumbled to an unused computer and typed in the title of A Study in Ancient Greek Mythology, but within seconds the system showed that the only book had been checked out.Frowning, I clicked "Details", and saw that the lending time was 4 pm yesterday, and the lender was Alexander Kumatises, a first-year student in the Department of Photography. I was furious.Four o'clock yesterday afternoon!Good luck, that's when I left the library.What's more, no one other than my dear gay roommate - Alex - has such a long list of unmemorable Greek names. I decided to go to the guy this evening and ask for the book.But since I made a special trip to the library, I don't want to leave empty-handed.So I continued to enter keywords in the search box: Murphys.

Nothing matched. So I changed the key word: dream. This time there were hundreds of matches. But when I looked at it carefully, I found that they were all Shakespeare's "A Midsummer Night's Dream", Freud's, or Jung's "Memories, Dreams and Thoughts". looking for.But I don't really know what I'm looking for.There is just a vague feeling that I seem to have missed something, but this is like looking at the scenery on the sea in the early morning fog, seeing a gray outline, but nothing can be seen clearly.In the end, even I was wrapped in this wet and sticky water vapor, unable to open my eyes.

I pushed the table and stood up, and followed the data provided by the computer to the last row of bookshelves in the library, where all the books related to the "dream" are located. Even though I still didn't know what I was looking for, I just mechanically pulled out one after another of the big dusty books from the bookshelf, looking for the endless answer, trying to find something in this forgotten corner. An ancient hardcover book with a dark red cover jumped into my eyes. But the characters on the spine of the book are very blurred, as if there are still some traces of wear and tear.Is it too old?I raised my face desperately, trying to see the title of the book clearly, but the book was on the top row of the bookshelf, it was too high, and I couldn't reach it.But there happened to be a low stool at the feet.I stepped on it without thinking.

"Do you want me to help you?" Just as I stood on tiptoe and struggled to reach the book, a pleasant voice suddenly sounded in my ear. I'm preoccupied with getting that book.I was so lost in my own world that I didn't even notice the people around me.I mean, this is already the last row of bookshelves in the library, and judging from the dust covering the books, no one usually cares about them at all.And it was still morning, the library had just opened, and there were not many students here. The voice sounded like thunder.I didn't stand firm, and the rickety stool under my feet fell down all of a sudden.I quickly reached out to grab the bookshelf, but fell into someone's arms.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." The previous voice said with a little panic, "Are you okay?" I looked up and met his eyes. I seemed to sink into a vast blue ocean.At this moment, the dense fog had dispersed, and the golden sunlight coated the entire sea surface with a layer of warm and dazzling light.Every piece of aquatic plants, every froth on the sea surface is full of vitality.I don't have to silently watch the scenery that doesn't belong to me at the seaside, I have already integrated into it all, I am the scenery itself.I can't remember what I was looking for just now, it seems that at this moment, all the answers in the world are no longer important.

The owner of the blue eyes was still looking at me worriedly. "Audrey?" He tried to call out my name. I quickly broke away from his embrace, and looked at him with wide eyes, "How do you know..." "I also chose Professor O'Rourke's theory of vision," the boy said shyly. "Yesterday I was sitting behind you." My face turned red and I couldn't control it.How many people in the school saw my embarrassment yesterday?If there's anything worse in the world than "being embarrassing in public" it has to be "being embarrassing in front of handsome guys"!Satan, I really want to find a crack in the ground and crawl into your hell!

"Oh, by the way, my name is Roy." The boy pushed aside the asymmetrical hair curtain on his forehead, showing a charming smile, "Nice to meet you, Odell. I like your name." Roy's full name is Oneroy.Of course, it was followed by a very long and awkward Greek surname that I forgot once I heard it.Anyway, nothing could hide my surprise when I saw him and Alex in the student apartment together. I mean, why are all handsome guys gay these days?I also remember that the very first day I moved in, Alex had a calendar called Bad Boys hanging on the communal kitchen wall.That's right, every page above is full of (semi)naked handsome men.Debbie and I blushed and watched as Alex nonchalantly sat down for tea under the calendar and told us he liked men. Alex, or let us call him by his full name, Mr. Alexander Coomatises, was six feet tall, slender, slightly muscular, with lines as if carved by Michelangelo.Not to mention his appearance, deep eyes, straight nose, and the Greek-style dark curly hair just added to the icing on the cake, setting an exquisite picture frame for his beautiful face.Alex was as beautiful as a painting—that was the first impression Debbie and I had of him.But then again, living under the same roof with such a handsome guy who likes men, I don't know if I should laugh or cry? When I watched him walk into the kitchen with Roy's arm, I couldn't hold it anymore, a voice screamed in my heart, I hate you!I hate all the gays in the world! !