Chapter 33 Chapter 33: The body still feels the stimulation of the skin

Cicada paid for the guest.When picking up the car, I asked him, "Do you want me to help tonight? I can help with proofreading." "Go back to me and have a good sleep. A woman who is almost thirty years old doesn't know how to take care of herself." He said as he rubbed my hair and put his arms around my shoulders, just like we used to do when we walked together.Dear, dear Cicada. When I'm unhappy, I always go back to Cicada, an unashamed, colorless, odorless and harmless companion. This is Taipei at two o'clock in the middle of the night, and it started to rain again. I leaned against him, feeling warm and safe.He was a brother, the brother I never had.

In the morning, when I went to the shower room to change my dance clothes, all the members were speechless and full of stunned expressions. When I warmed up the pole, no one could concentrate anymore. My Every movement provoked their guesses. Professor Zhuo finally entered the classroom. As soon as she entered the door, she saw me, and everyone waited and watched. Professor Zhuo looked at me angrily. No one moved in the audience, only Long Zai strode forward. He stood proudly beside me and looked back at Professor Zhuo. "What are you doing slowly?" Finally, Professor Zhuo almost gritted his teeth and said, "A bunch of idiots, let's go to class."

Everyone returned to their fixed positions in a chaotic formation at the same moment. In this way, I returned to the dance troupe, feeling vaguely in my heart that Professor Zhuo and I were exploring the limit of our nature. No one dared to eat too much lunch this day, because the dance performance inspection that everyone is looking forward to will be held in the afternoon. After the inspection, the roles of the dance drama will be finalized. I wasn't really driven away, Ron En was as excited as a sparrow, chattering endlessly, even when I was busy tidying up the iron cabinet, she also knelt and sat by the side, reluctant to leave.

She took out all kinds of snacks from her cabinet like offering treasures, and asked me one by one if I would like to enjoy them, but I refused all of them, and Ron En began to tidy up her cabinet diligently.I knew she just wanted to sit next to her. Inside her cupboard door, the poster of the vast prairie came into view again. I thought that I rarely take the initiative to talk to Ron En on weekdays, but today I felt a little more tender in my heart, so I asked her: "What a beautiful prairie, Do you know where that is?" "Of course, my dear Oregon," said Ron, smiling, and she kissed her fingers, stamping them on the poster.

"Oh? What's so good about Oregon?" "Well—yeah, that's where I'm going to live, and when I'm done, I'm going to die there." That's an impressive statement, and Ron has a flair for the dramatic with rhetoric—soap-opera-type drama. In the afternoon, we waited intently for the exam time, but Professor Zhuo didn’t say a word, just took everyone to repeat the usual lessons. No one drank coffee that day, and even Professor Zhuo didn’t touch the snack table. Until the evening, we began to lose our composure I couldn't bear the hunger any longer, so Professor Zhuo announced that we should go to wash our bodies and gather together after showering.

Huddled in the bathroom with Ron En and hurriedly washed, she just went out when she was dripping wet, and someone lifted the curtain again, I didn't care, we always shared the shower head when we were in a hurry, until the strong smell of perfume hit, I dialed When I opened the water drops on my eyelashes, I saw the naked Professor Zhuo. She drove me away from the water column with a slightly impatient expression. I stepped aside with soap bubbles all over my body. I was in a dilemma. Professor Zhuo never took a bath with us in the past. . Professor Zhuo is wearing a very funny shower cap with a world map printed on the light blue surface. Her whole head is the earth in water vapor, which rotates counterclockwise. Professor Zhuo slowly turns around and flushes the water. When she opens her eyes, she sees I hesitated, with accusations all over my face, and I decided to flee to the next shower.

In front of a whole row of glass mirrors, the female troupe members combed each other's buns after taking a bath. The steam was filled with smoke and now Professor Zhuo was sitting with his back to the whole row of mirrors with a cigarette in his mouth. She skillfully put her arms behind her back With long white hair, a large amount of hair slid down her back and fell into the water stains all over the floor, swimming towards the drain like a group of white snakes. "Move faster for me, I want you to wash up, not a beauty pageant." After saying this, Professor Zhuo threw away the cigarette butt and left.Ron En picked up a bouquet of magnolia flowers left by Professor Zhuo on the washstand, so he picked up the bouquet and smelled it deeply. She had already cleaned herself, but she was still naked at this time. He wiped the mist off the mirror with his wrist, and presented the magnolia flower to me.

After a short while of high-temperature baking in the shower room, the bouquet of flowers has already shown some brown spots, and the petals are slightly withered and curled up. Ron En's firm body was displayed in front of us, and every female member couldn't help but glance at it, except me, who turned a blind eye, because there was a strong persistence of vision in both eyes. Although the skin is superficial, seeing Professor Zhuo's body still feels the thrill of the skin. Star-like spots and moles are all over her pale torso. It is a rugged starry sky. Weak, every texture, every angle follows the gravity of the earth, previewing the posture of entering the soil, I already knew that Professor Zhuo was forty years older than me, and only then did I believe her realistic oldness.

Youth is a firework, a short burst, and then a fall that never turns back.Ron En, still undressed, is helping me with a bun behind my back. Her gestures are a beastly show of beauty. Every texture and every angle is high-spirited. I can't help hiding it. I can't wait for the wind and frost. "It hurts, it hurts, don't tie it so tight." During my repeated complaints, Ron untied my long hair and tied it again, and wiped the water mist on the mirror again. I looked into the reflection in the mirror, and the water droplets on the mirror surface , It slipped down into a drop of sweat on my forehead, just thinking that my flowering period is too short and not fragrant enough.

When she returned to the classroom, Professor Zhuo couldn't wait any longer, and poked the foreheads of the last few people in turn, holding a folder in her other hand. There was no music, and all the people sat in a row against the mirror wall, leaving the entire dance floor. We danced a five-minute set of acceptance dance steps in public, starting with Cliff according to the student number. A thought flashed across my chest. To dance well, you must first know how to watch others dance. Looking at my peers today, my mood is completely different. What is body is soul is mind.