Chapter 10 Chapter 7 The magic of the same sex (1)

The scene of dinner today is similar to yesterday.The atmosphere, voice, and demeanor of the people are all the same as yesterday, the only difference is the menu: the man in white who talked about the secretion of gastric juice in the weightless state yesterday joined our table, and kept talking about the relationship between the size of the hub and its ability. ．While eating Ruo soybean hamburger steak, we listened to him explain the brain capacity of Bismarck and Napoleon.He pushed the plate aside, and put the picture of the brain with atoms on a note paper, then said "this is a bit wrong" a few times, and re-drawn. Insert the ballpoint pen in the chest pocket. There are "three ballpoint pens, a pen and" in the chest pocket: Then after finishing the meal, he said the same sentence as yesterday: "The winter here is really good, next time we must come to play in winter ." Then he left.

"Is he a doctor or a patient?" I asked Reiko, "What do you think?" "I don't see it at all" Anyway, it doesn't seem normal," "He's a doctor.It's called Dr. Guan Tian. " said Naoko. "However, he's the most unbalanced person in this area. I can see it." Reiko said. "Mr. Omura, the guard at the gate, is also quite crazy," Naoko said. "Yes. He's insane." Reiko crossed the cauliflower.Nod in agreement. "Because he yelled some inexplicable words every morning and did messy gymnastics. In addition, before Naoko came in, there was an accountant girl, Ms. Kinoshita, who suffered from neurosis and attempted suicide. There was also a nurse Tokushima. Last year Dismissed for alcoholism."

"It doesn't matter if the patients and staff can be replaced almost entirely." I sighed. "Exactly." Reiko flicked her fork lightly. "You also gradually understand the structure of this world." "It seems so," I said. "The most normal part of us is knowing that we are abnormal." Reiko said. After returning to the room, I played poker with Naoko, and Reiko practiced Bach pieces with the guitar. "When will I go back tomorrow?" Reiko stopped and asked me while lighting a cigarette." "Leave after breakfast.There is a bus after nine o'clock. If I can make it in time, I don't need to ask for leave for the part-time job in the evening. "

"It's a pity, you should have stayed longer." "Exactly." Reiko said.Then turned to Naoko. "By the way, I'm going to get grapes from Mrs. Gon. I'm going to live here forever." "I said with a smile. forgot. " "May I go with you?" Naoko said. "Well, why don't you lend me Watanabe, can you?" "Yes." "Then, let's go for a night walk again:" Reiko took my hand. "Yesterday was a little bit close, let's work hard to the final stage tonight:" "Okay, take it as you please." Naoko giggled and laughed.

It was cool outside, so Reiko put a light-colored cardigan on top of her shirt, and put her hands in her trouser pockets.She looked at the sky while walking, sniffed like a dog, and then said: "It smells like rain." I also sniffed like her, but I couldn't smell anything.There are indeed more clouds in the sky, and the moon is hiding behind the clouds. "After staying here for a long time, I can tell the general weather by the smell of the air." Reiko said. Walking into the miscellaneous woods in the staff's family dormitory, Reiko told me to wait, and went to a house alone and rang the bell.

A lady who looked like a housewife came out, stood and chatted with her for a while, then looked at the house with a smile, and brought out a large plastic bag.Reiko thanked her and said good night, and came back to me. "Look, I took the grapes." Reiko showed me the plastic bag.There are many bunches of grapes in the bag. "Do you like grapes?" "Like it." I said. She picked up the top bunch of grapes and handed it to me. "These are washed and ready to eat." I ate the grapes as I walked, spitting the skins and seeds on the ground.Delicious grapes.Reiko is also eating her share.

"I go to teach the little boy in that family to play the piano regularly, and they give me various things as a thank you. The wine last time was the same. Sometimes I also ask them to go downtown to buy things for me." "I want to continue listening to yesterday's story." I said. "oK! Let's discuss it in the house. It's a bit chilly today." She turned left from in front of the tennis court, descended a narrow staircase, and emerged into a longhouse of several small warehouses.Then open the front cabin, go inside and turn on the light. "Come in: there's nothing here."

Skis, ski poles and shoes that look more practical than cross-country are neatly arranged in the warehouse, and the ground is full of snow raking equipment and medicines for snow removal. "I used to come here to practice guitar. When I want to be alone, it's small and exquisite, isn't it a good place?" Reiko sat down on the medicine bag and asked me to sit next to her.I did. "Can I smoke? There's not much ventilation though." "Yes, please." I said. "Only this one can't quit." Reiko frowned.Then smoke with relish.Few people smoked with such gusto as she did.I carefully ate the grapes one by one, and put the skins and seeds into the tin can that was used as a trash can.

"Where did I invite you yesterday?" Reiko said. "Talking about the two nights of the storm, you climbed the dangerous cliffs to collect bird's nests." I said. "It's strange that you can pretend to be serious and tell jokes." Reiko said in surprise. "It should be about every Saturday morning, I teach that girl to play the piano+." "Yes." "If people in the world are divided into those who are good at teaching others and those who are not good at teaching others, I think I belong to the former." Reiko said. "When I was young, I didn't think that way. Maybe I didn't want to. At a certain age, I learned to recognize myself, and then I started to think that way. I think I'm good at teaching people. Really good at it."

"I think so." I agreed with her. "I'm more patient with others than I am, and it's easier to bring out the good in others. I'm that type of person. In a nutshell, I'm like that thing called phosphor paper on the side of a matchbox. But I don't mind, I don't hate me for being like this. I like being a first-rate firewood box better than a second-rate firewood stick. The reason why I think so clearly is after teaching that girl. When I was younger I had taught a few students as a side job when I was in 2009. But I didn't think about it at the time. I only thought about it after I started teaching her. The class went well and made me feel that I am so good at teaching others.

As I said yesterday, technically, she's not very good at playing the piano, and she doesn't want to be a musician, so I took it easy.What's more, the girls' school she attended allowed her to go directly to university as long as her grades were acceptable. There is no need to work hard, even her mother said, "Go and practice the piano slowly".So I didn't force her to do this or that.From the first time I met her, I knew she didn't like being forced.Although her mouth says yes, she will never do what she doesn't want to do.So, I let her play the way she likes first, let her play 100% freely.Then watch me play the same piece of music to her in a different way.Then discuss with each other which method of playing is the best, which she likes the most, and ask her to play it again.As a result, her playing has improved much more than before.She's good at absorbing the good parts. " Reiko sighed, watching the flames of the cigarette.I silently continued to eat grapes. "I also think I have considerable musical talent, but she is above me. If she had received good training from good teachers since she was a child, she would have achieved higher achievements. But it is a pity that she did not. However, she is an incompetent A person who endures rigorous training. There are such people in the world. Although they are gifted with great talent, they cannot try to organize it and eventually wear it out. I have seen several such people. They seem to be at first Qian is amazing. For example, some people can play the 100-difficulty sheet music they saw for the first time, and they can play it very well. The audience is conquered and feels that they are absolutely inferior. But they are nothing more than this That's it, I can't take another step forward. Why can't I, because I don't want to work hard. I don't want to accept hard training. Talent is ruined. Because of their cleverness, they can play very well without trying hard since they were young. Everyone worked hard Praise, I underestimate the importance of hard work. It took him only half the time to master the song that other children took three weeks to master, so the teacher also thought that this child could do it, and taught him the next one. He is spending again Others learn it half the time, and then teach others. In this way, he does not know what setbacks are, and unknowingly loses the elements necessary for the formation of personality. This is a tragedy. I myself have these tendencies more or less. Fortunately, my teacher is a very strict person, so I can still reach this state. However, teaching her to learn the piano is very happy.Just like riding a high-performance sports car on the highway, you only need to move your fingers a little and you will have a quick response.Sometimes even a bit too fast.The trick to teaching this kind of child is not to praise him too much.Since I was used to being praised since I was a child, no matter how much I praise, I will never be satisfied.Just a tactful compliment from time to time.Also, don't force him to learn something, let him choose on his own.Don't just tell him to move on, tell him to stop and think.This will teach you well. " Reiko stamped out the cigarette butt on the ground.Then take a deep breath as if calming down. "After the class, we drink tea and chat. Occasionally I will imitate the jazz piano playing method to teach her some skills. Like Powell, Monk and so on. However, most of the time she is talking. She is really good at it. Said, I was also led away by her unknowingly. I also said yesterday, although most of them were lies, it was still very interesting. Her observation is very sharp. Expressing sweetness, both mean and humorous, exciting other people's emotions. In short, she really knows how to stimulate and arouse other people's emotions. Therefore, she also knows that she has that ability, so she does her best to use it skillfully and effectively. She can stimulate the other person's emotions at will, making People are angry, or sad, or sympathetic, or discouraged, or happy. It's only because they want to test their own abilities, so they manipulate other people's emotions meaninglessly. Of course, I only thought of this after the fact. Nothing was known at the time." Reiko shook her head and ate a few grapes. "She's sick," Reiko said. "I'm sick. And that kind of disease is like a rotten apple. The rotten part spreads to the surroundings, making the surroundings too messy to eat. Her disease is incurable, and no one can save her. She will be like that. The child was sick until she died. So I sometimes think, she is a poor person. If I am not a victim, I think she is one of the victims." Then, Reiko started eating grapes again, and seemed to be thinking about how to proceed. "We had a pretty good six months. Sometimes I thought there was something wrong with her. When we talked about it later, I realized that she had such an unreasonable and senseless intensity of malice towards someone that I was horrified. The child's instincts were too strong." Well, sometimes I wonder what's going on in her head. But, don't everyone have flaws? Besides, I'm just a piano teacher. As for human nature, personality, what has it to do with me? As long as she I've done my duty by practicing the piano well. To be honest, I really like this kid quite a lot. However, I try not to mention my personal affairs to her.Because I always instinctively feel that it is better not to speak.So, although she wanted to know about me and asked all kinds of things, I just told her some innocuous things. For example, how did I grow up, which schools were last week, and so on.She said she wanted to know more about me.I said that it is useless to know my affairs, my life is ordinary, I have an ordinary husband and children, and I am busy with housework." But she said she liked me, and then stared at me intently, as if she was very attached .Being stared at by her like that. I was also startled. I didn't feel uncomfortable. But I still didn't tell her other necessary things. It was probably in May of that year: on the way to class, she suddenly expressed that she was not feeling well.I looked at her, she was indeed pale and sweaty.So I asked: what should I do?Do you want to go back? "She said: "The promise is that I will be fine if I lie down for a while. "I let her go to my bedroom to lie down. I almost carried her to my bedroom. Because my sofa is too small, I can't ask her to go to the bedroom to lie down: she said: "I'm sorry to trouble you." I said, "It's okay, don't mind.how?Want to drink water? "She said: "No need, as long as you stay with me for a while. "So I said: OK. As long as I'm with you, it's easy. After a while, she said in a painful voice: "I'm sorry, can you rub my back for me?" I saw that she was sweating profusely, so I rubbed her back desperately.Pressing her, she said, "I'm sorry. Can you take off my bra? I've had a hard time." I had no choice but to take it off for her.Since she was wearing a tight-fitting shirt, I first unbuttoned her shirt, and then opened the concealed button on the back.Her breasts were large for a thirteen-year-old girl, about twice my size.The bra she was wearing was not for a little girl, but for an adult, and it was quite high-end.But what does that matter?I've been massaging her back like a fool.She kept saying sorry, sorry in a sincerely sorry voice, and I kept saying don't mind, don't mind. " Reiko dropped the ash bomb at her feet.I also stopped eating grapes at that time and listened intently to her. "Soon, she started throbbing her sobs. "What's the matter?" I said. "nothing." "How can there be nothing? Come out and see, frankly." "I often do this. I can't even do anything about myself. I'm so lonely, so sad, helpless, and no one cares about me. When the sadness comes from it for a while, it will be like this. I can't sleep well at night and I can't eat. Only when I come to the teacher Here, I feel happy." "Why is this happening? Let's hear it." So she said that her family was not happy, that she couldn't love her parents, and they didn't love her either.She said that her father had other women and seldom came home. Her mother was half crazy about it and beat her almost every day to vent her anger.She said it was painful every time she went home, and she burst into tears after speaking.The lovely eyes are full of tears, seeing her like that, probably God will shed tears too.So I said, since it is so painful to go home, it is better to come to my house to play outside of class.She hugged me tightly and said, "I'm so sorry. If there is no teacher, I really don't know what to do. Don't abandon me. If the teacher abandons me, I don't know what to do." No way, I hugged its head to comfort her and said obediently.At that time, her hand went around my back and touched me.Touching and touching like this, I soon felt a strange feeling.The body seemed to be on fire.is not that right?Hug each other in the forest with a beautiful girl that Yuan Ru cut out from a painting.And she was stroking all over my back in a very provocative way that even my husband couldn't match.I know that every time she touches her, my mental defenses gradually relax.What a powerful technique: before I knew it, she had taken off my shirt and bra and was touching my breasts.I finally learned that she was a sophisticated lesbian.I have encountered it once before.When I was in high school, I was teased by a female classmate in a senior class.So I said, "No, stop it." "Please. Just a moment. I'm so lonely. It's not a lie, I'm so lonely: I only have a teacher. Don't abandon me." Then, she took my hand and stuck it to hers. chest.Her breasts are beautifully shaped.As soon as I touched it, my heart moved inexplicably, even as a woman, I felt excited.I don't know how to tell the difference, I can only keep saying no, no, no, no, like a fool.Somehow. ．I couldn't move my body at all.That time in high school, I was able to push away the other person very skillfully, but I couldn't do it at all.The body called out without listening.She held my hand with her left hand, pressed her own breast, bit and licked my nipple tenderly, while her right hand kept caressing my back, belly, and buttocks.In the bedroom with the closed window, I was undressed and caressed by a thirteen-year-old girl. At that time, I was stripped naked by her in a daze. Now I think it is unbelievable.Is it like a fool?But it was like magic.She sucked on my nipple and murmured, "I'm so lonely. I only have my teacher. Don't abandon me. I'm so lonely." And all I could do was say no and no. " Reiko stopped talking and started smoking. "Hey, this is the first time I've told this to a man." Reiko looked at my face and said. "Because I think it's good to tell you, so I said it, I feel extremely ashamed of this matter:" "I'm sorry." I said.Besides, I don't know what to say. "After this continued for a while, her right hand gradually came down and touched my place through my panties. At that time, my place was already wet in a mess. It's a shame to say it. It was the first time before and after that. How to say , I thought I was indifferent in terms of sex, so when I became that kind of situation, even I was a little bit at a loss. Then, her thin and soft fingers penetrated into my underwear, pressing... Hey, I know roughly: I really can’t describe the situation. That feeling is completely different from that of a man with a blunt finger. It’s really wonderful: it’s like being tickled with a feather. In my mind The fuse is about to blow, the soul is about to go out of the body: but still, my bewildered head thinks, this is not going to work. If you do it once a day, you will continue to do it indefinitely, and if Looking at this secret, my mind is bound to be in a mess again. Then I think about my child. What should I do if my child sees this scene? On Saturday, the child will go to my mother’s house to play until three o’clock in the afternoon. What if something happens and I come back early suddenly? Thinking of this, I stood up with all my strength and shouted, "Stop, please! " But she didn't stop.She had taken off my panties and was performing oral sex.I was so ashamed that I didn't even allow my husband to do that when a thirteen-year-old girl licked me!I lost and cried.That taste is as wonderful as a fairyland! "Stop!" I yelled again, and slapped her desperately.So she finally stopped, sat up and kept staring at me.At that time, both of us were naked, and we looked up at each other in the forest.She was thirteen, I was thirty-one...but when I saw her body, I was overwhelmed.Oh, it's still vivid.I couldn't believe it was the carcass of a thirteen-year-old girl, and I still can't believe it.Standing in front of her, my body was so ugly that I cried and cried, feeling ashamed!real. " I have nothing to say and continue to be silent. "Why?" she said. "Didn't the teacher like this too? I knew it from the beginning. You like it, I know. Isn't it better than fucking with a man? Otherwise it wouldn't be so wet. I can make it more comfortable for you Oh. It's so comfortable that your body will melt away. Okay?" Really, as she said, it's better to do that with her than with my husband. I want to do it with her, but I can't do that. "Let's do it once a week. Just once. No one will know. Just keep it a secret between me and the teacher, okay?" she said. I stood up, put on my bathrobe, and told her to go back and never come to my house again.She keeps looking at me.That kind of look is different from the past, very dull.As dull as eyes drawn with paint on thick paper.There is no depth.She stared at me for a while, silently tidied up her clothes, slowly put them back on her body one by one as if she was doing it intentionally, and then returned to the living room.He took out a comb from his purse to comb his hair, wiped the blood from his lips with a handkerchief, put on his shoes and went out.Before leaving, I said, "You're such a lesbian. It's okay to excuse yourself, you're going to die." "Is that true?" I tried to ask. Reiko curled her lips and thought for a while. "Not quite. Not quite. It's true that I feel more like I do with my husband than with her. So there was a time when I seriously struggled with thinking I was gay. Before that, I It's just that I didn't notice it. But I don't think so recently. Of course I can't say that I don't have that tendency. I think I probably have. But strictly speaking, I'm not gay. Because when I see girls. Never Actively or actively lusting. Do you understand?" I nod. "Only a certain kind of girl has a feeling for me, and that feeling is communicated to me. Only in that situation, I will become like that. For example, when I hug Naoko, I don't feel anything. When it's hot, we all light Seeing the body living in the house, taking a bath together, sometimes sleeping in the same bed...but nothing happened. I didn't feel anything. Naoko's body is also amazingly beautiful, but that's all. By the way, I played a gay game with Naoko once .Want to hear a story?" "Please say." "We talked about everything. When I told Naoko about it, Naoko tried to touch my body in various ways, and the two of them were naked. But, it didn't work at all. It just felt itchy, itchy to death. Now thinking about it I still feel itchy when I wake up. Naoko is really a clumsy person when it comes to that kind of thing. Are you a little relieved?" "Honestly, yes." I said. "That's roughly the case." Reiko said, scratching her eyebrows with a cursing finger. "After the girl left, I sat on the chair in a daze for a while. I didn't know what to do. There was a throbbing heart beating from deep inside my body, my hands and feet were strangely heavy, and my mouth seemed to eat moths Dry and tasteless. But the baby is coming back soon, I have to take a shower first, so I went in and washed. I wanted to wash the girl's body that had been touched and licked, but no matter how hard I brushed with soap, the It was a mucus-like thing that couldn't be washed off. I thought it was a psychological effect, but it didn't work. So I asked my husband to have sex with me that night. I wanted to get rid of the dirt. Of course. I didn't mention it to him. I didn't dare to say it either. I just asked him to make love to me, slowly, and for a little longer than usual. He did it very gently, and it lasted for a long time. I also reached an orgasm because of it. Such a wonderful orgasm, it was the first time since we got married Once. Why do you think, because the girl's finger touch is still in my body. Hey. It's shameful to say it. What sex orgasm, I'm so ashamed." Reiko said with a smile again. "However, that still doesn't work. The girl's sense of touch has not dissipated after two or three days. The last words she said are buzzing in my head like an echo." "The next Saturday, she didn't come. I waited at home in fear. What if she came? I couldn't do anything with peace of mind. But she didn't come. Probably won't come. Because she is a self-respecting Strong girl, and it became like that. The week went by, the day went by. I thought it would fade over time, but I forgot. When I'm at home, I always feel amazing The girl's breath was in the body room and could not calm down. Can't play the piano, can't think.Incapable of doing anything.After about a month like this, one day I suddenly noticed that it felt weird when I walked outside.The people around me treat me differently.They looked at me strangely.And cold and indifferent.Of course he will say hello to me.But the tone and attitude were different from before.The neighbor's wife who often comes to my house to play seems to avoid me on purpose.I try not to take these things to heart, though.That was the first sign of a disease, if I cared. some day.Come to my house with my very hot wife.She is the same generation as me, the daughter of my mother's friend, and our children go to the same kindergarten, so I have a very good relationship with her.The lady came to me suddenly and said, "There are bad rumors about you, do you know that?" I said no. "What kind of rumor?" "You ask me, I can't tell." "What's so hard to say, you've already talked to this point, so why not just say it all?" Although she was extremely unwilling, I asked her out.In fact, she came here to tell me in the first place, so she hesitated to tell the whole story.According to what she said, it was rumored that I had been in a mental hospital several times, was a notorious gay, stripped and played with a girl student who came to learn the piano, and the girl resisted, so I beat her face swollen nose green.Her ability to adapt stories is really great, but why she knew that I had been hospitalized, even my friend was surprised. "I've known you a long time ago, so I tell people you're not that kind of person," said the lady. "However, the girl's parents believed it deeply, and spread rumors about it to others. They said that your daughter was abused by you in every possible way, so the guard investigated your details, and only then did they know that you had a history of mental illness." According to her, one day, the day the accident happened, the girl came back from piano lessons with her eyes swollen from crying.Seeing that her face was bleeding, the buttons of her clothes were off, and her panties were a little torn, so her mother asked her what was going on.Can you believe it?Of course she made it herself in order to make up the story.She purposely smeared blood on her shirt, unbuttoned it, tore the lace of her bra, cried to herself with red eyes, messed up her hair, and ran home to tell lies.These scenes appeared clearly before my eyes. Still, I don't really blame those who believed her lies.Even I would believe it if I stood on the contrary.If there is a girl who is as beautiful as a fairy with a sweet belly and a sword in her belly, she will cry and say, "No: I don't want to say it! When I was too ashamed to say something like that, everyone would easily believe it: plus the unfavorable condition for me is that I have a history of mental illness, and it is also true that I slapped her desperately.In this way, who will believe what I say?The only one who believes it is my husband. After several days of hesitation, I finally broke my heart and told my husband.Of course, he believed me.I told him everything that happened that day.I said she set up the gay game and that's why I hit her. Of course there was no mention of the fact that I had "feelings".anyway.That kind of thing is exported. "Just kidding: I'll go directly to her family to negotiate｜." He also flew into a rage and said, "You even gave birth to my child, how can you be a homosexual? How can there be such absurd things in the world? " But I stopped him.I said don't go.Doing so will only deepen our scars.forget it.Yes, I have already understood that the girl's heart is sick.Because I have seen countless patients like her, it is very clear.Even the core of her body is rotten: if the beautiful layer of tears is peeled off.It's full of rotten meat.Perhaps this statement is too much, but it is true.However, the world does not understand her, and no matter how much we argue, we will not prevail.She is skilled at manipulating adult emotions, and we don't have a good weapon at our disposal to fight back.Who would believe that a thirteen-year-old girl set up a gay game to frame a thirty-something woman?No matter what you say, people only believe what they want to believe.The more anxious we are, the worse our situation will be.