Chapter 11 eleven

11 We live in the Silver Age, and I work in the fiction room of a writing company.A female colleague in brown clothes said to me: She is going to write a novel.This is the antecedent.Guess what the consequences are?The consequence: I lost sleep.Insomnia is not being able to fall asleep and feeling like I will never be able to sleep.The body is lying on the bed, but the consciousness roams the dark street, passing the still windows in silence, like a bat flying in the night.This seems to be dreaming, but you can only dream after falling asleep, and you should not be sleepy after sleeping.After waking up, I felt even more sleepy.

My own novel goes here: "Later, the teacher lay in my arms and turned her short, silky hair towards me. It smelled of shampoo. For a while, she didn't say a word. I thought she was asleep. I was asleep. I poked my head out and looked at her body from behind. It was white from the back of her head to her heels, and her legs were stretched out straight. She was wearing a pair of light green cotton underwear. Later, I retracted my head and buried my nose in the In her hair. After a while, she said to me (softly, but in a commanding tone): Eat with me tonight. I promised with a snort, and she got up and walked up I went down to look at me, then grabbed the sides of my underwear and pulled it off, exposing the guy. Although the thing was very excited, it was not that big. Seeing its appearance, the teacher said in amazement: How could it be? That's right! I feel shameless, but it also satisfies my Oedipus complex. In fact, she is not a few years older than me, but the name teacher has such a magic power."

After getting up, I first put on an elastic body protector, then put on my clothes, and went to work in a daze.Whether or not anyone was killed on the road, or how many were killed, is unknown.There's a thin mist in the parking lot... I can't even go out this morning without body protection: it's sticky like a baguette.But in my novel, I have a penis.It seemed a little unreal - out of life.But that was more than a dozen years ago—and in those ten years, I will grow up.Everything is so reasonable, should this be considered a real novel? "When I woke up on the teacher's bed, the room was gray and white with only the window. A bamboo curtain was hung on the window. I was covered with a quilt, but the cloth couldn't cover my feet, and it stretched over the bed. Outside, displayed in the light of the window. The house is filled with a feminine smell, similar to the smell of oleander. Night is coming. The teacher lies behind me and rubs me with his soft body" - before This scene often appears in my dreams.It makes me feel intimate, quiet, but not sexual.Because I never grew up.

Now I have acne all over my face, armpit and pubic hair, and my Adam's apple is starting to grow.My voice thickened.What's more, the upturned thing is always strong... According to the book, this kind of situation is called puberty.Adolescents often suffer from insomnia.I have some doubts: Is it too late to start puberty at the age of thirty-three? When I arrived at the office in the morning, I immediately put my head down and typed. Occasionally I raised my head to look at the room, and found that all the people were typing away. They all had tired faces and sleepy eyes, as if they hadn’t slept all night—I don’t know if it’s true No sleep or no sleep.But I know I must be like this myself.They are what I look like, so I don't need a mirror—some people are still shaking their heads like their heads weigh twenty pounds.Someone rested his chin with one hand and typed with one finger on the other hand: I'm pretty good at learning.The only exception was "Brown" who did nothing but stare at me with red eyelids and probably hadn't slept all night.The peculiarity of this person is that he is ignorant of the game atmosphere around him.I sighed and went to write my own novel again...

"In the evening, the teacher asked me to accompany her to dinner. Sitting in the empty restaurant, I became absent-minded again. I remember that for a second, I was interested in the walnut dining table in front of me. I weighed it and found it It's too heavy and it's a synthetic material so it's not real walnut. Remember when the meal was almost finished, I called the waitress and told her to go to the fast food place next door and get a dozen hamburgers, and I had them all in five minutes Eat it. It’s nothing unusual, thinking hard like me requires a lot of energy. When I finally paid the bill, the teacher found that I didn’t bring my wallet. I paid the bill, and she returned the money to me the next day, so I took it. It felt natural at the time, but now I feel something is wrong.” If I knew where the teacher was, I would go to her, treat her to a meal, or give her back the money for the meal.But I don't know where she is.The teacher has long since left school.That said, I lost track of my teacher.This is really a sin.

"I finished dinner with the teacher and went back to school. As usual, I followed her. If the lights came from behind, I left a circus silhouette on the ground: the tamer girl and her Big bear. Pedestrians on this side of the road looked up at me and hurried past; on the other side of the road, people often stood down and stared at me—in China, people who are 2.10 meters tall are not often I can see it. The teacher stopped a few times on the road, and when she stopped, I stopped. Then I suddenly realized that she wanted me to go and walk side by side with her, so I walked over--people are not my forte It was nearly midnight, and my teacher and I were walking on the campus. She grabbed the flesh under my ribs and twisted it vigorously. I continued walking without saying a word—since the teacher wanted to pinch me, let her pinch me. Then she let go of me and started laughing haha. I asked her why she was laughing, and she said: her hand was cramped. I asked her if it was okay, she laughed even harder, and bent down...Suddenly, she straightened up, Shouted at me: You hug me! Later, I hugged her shoulders and let her hug my waist. It felt okay—but it might not be called me hugging her, so I walked Deep in the campus, sitting on a bench. I picked her up and let her put her arms around my neck. I often see some men picking up their female companions on the bench, but not necessarily all of them are his Teacher. Later, she sighed and said, "You let go. I wanted to do this a long time ago, because my arms were sore. After that, the teacher fell on my lap. Before that, I put her Hold her flat—I think it's respectful to hold her at shoulder height, but after a long time of respect, it's inevitable to cramp." After writing this paragraph, I lifted my hands from the keyboard and gave myself a two-pronged punch. Ears, almost deaf——I write like this, and never read the old drafts, but the new draft and the old draft are at most a little bit different in punctuation.Writing like this deserves a double slap in the face—but I'm not doing it for conformity.I have a headache, I hit the inside and the pain is lighter...