Chapter 4 (three)

Ms. Li, who teaches Zhiqi the piano, is very lively. She is married and from Cantonese. She has well-developed breasts, but she is too mature. She doesn't wear a bra and tends to have car bags. "It was stretched for a man." Zhiqi said. Zhiqi said again: "My cousin is married. My cousin's husband is very beautiful, tall, with a long-waisted face, and small eyes squinting when he smiles. He is so charming. My cousin is also beautiful and tall. My cousin said: 'You I don’t know how scary the man was at that time. He was as strong as a Wu lunatic. His arms hugged you tightly, like iron, and his eyes were red, as if he didn’t know anyone. I don’t know how big that thing is, it’s scary Already!'”

Zhao Jue knew that she would not tell Enjuan this.Because Zhao Jue had read the history of sex, Enjuan once asked her what was going on with sexual intercourse, but for some reason she could no longer say it, and drew a simple picture, which was as mysterious as the gossip in the Book of Changes. I had to forget it. Since the loss of the three northeastern provinces, the school organized a group of students to save the National Congress, and often invited celebrities to give speeches.There is a basketball player in the school who can also give speeches, even better than those invited from the outside. He is a banner man named He Surong, two classes higher than Zhao Jue, and he speaks Beijing movies with a correct accent. It is a natural attitude, without gestures but strong grief and indignation, standing aside on the stage of the auditorium, without a table, and without a speech script, standing obliquely, with his head half down, his neck protruding forward, only one arm slightly There's a hint of tension in the pull back, almost a sullen menacing gesture.Round pale cheeks, round slanted eyes, short hair up to the ears, slanted across the forehead, a bit boyish, quite tall, brown sweater with open front, revealing the lines of the heavy breasts .

Zhao Jue wrote on the edge of the paper: "He Su Rong He Su Rong He Su Rong He Su Rong He Su Rong", and wrote it all over the paper, like a foreign teacher writing it a hundred times every now and then.Covering the writing with the left hand, I am afraid that someone will see it, and I want to be seen by others. There are more than 300 people in the cafeteria. On a small table in the middle, there is a wooden bucket containing "rice porridge", which is porridge cooked with rice crackers.Going to scoop half a bowl of porridge after a meal has become an adventurous journey, but I have never met her.Going out and going in was crowded, but sometimes I saw her in the crowd.Whether you saw it or not, as soon as you squeezed into the corridor and saw the bright red sky outside the Qiongmen—an early dinner—the Qiongmen was facing the small auditorium on the other side of the campus, and the silhouette of the clock tower was reflected in the sky, Zhao Jue was immediately very happy , the heart was so big that it was about to burst, and it was still swelling in bursts, squeezed so hard that I couldn't breathe, and it was like a small silver spoon in my heart was stirring a cup of boiled lotus seed tea, which was sweet and thick.After leaving the Qiongmen, the sky above the head is light blue, and there are already a few gold stars twinkling.On the dwarf trees along the road, there are large white flowers that are very fragrant. The oval petals may be white magnolias, but she once heard people say that they are datura flowers—it seems only in Buddhist scriptures?

"Drag friends" is popular in the school. When they find out that someone is "infatuated" with someone, they will drag the two together by robbing each other and force them to walk arm in arm.After dinner or on weekends, a cry is often heard, and four or five people gather together and run separately to chase the prey.If you catch it, sometimes you can turn in two circles in the corridor of the dormitory to hand in the paper.If you are on campus, take a walk on the mandala flower path at dusk.Zhao Jue always had one side of his body numb and numb, feeling nothing at all. "Drag" several times, and never remember what was said.Of course she hardly spoke.He Surong has an inseparable classmate Zheng Shujing, who is thin, quiet and silent, has freckles, and is often walking arm in arm, and is forcibly torn apart.

One day she saw the brown sweater hanging high in the corridor of the dormitory to bask in the sun, and she recognized the knitted pattern of numerous little grapes.Looking around with no one around, she gently pulled a cuff and stuck it to her cheek, clinging to it for a while. No love with a purpose is true love, she thought.Those who have reached the age of love and marriage, thinking about themselves, or carrying on the family for the family and society, that is not love. Another time she happened to catch a glimpse of He Surong going to the bathroom.Their school saved it in the bathroom, using local materials, and used a large dark green lotus vat to make a bathtub, with a faucet on it, and a circle of white dirt near the mouth of the vat, which made her disgusted after seeing it forever, and she could no longer get used to it.They are all small rooms separated by red lacquer walls, and there are two long rows of toilets. She recognized which door it was, and went to the outside bathroom to wash her hands. one.

Usually, you need to check first to see if the toilet board is wet. This time, just sit down, and the lukewarm old wood is really dry.The fear of being discovered made her overly nervous, and she went blank, not feeling the warmth of this indirect skin-to-skin contact at all. Is there a slight odor in the air?If there is, it just means that her goddess is human.