Chapter 5 Fives

Fives After dinner we went to the main street, a dusty street with all the houses alike.I have seen countless streets in my dream, none of them are like this... Xiao Zhu took a deep breath, suddenly held my arm and said: "Come on, let's go to your place to have a look."In fact, she has been to my place, but it was just a small room in the tube building, and the corridor was full of ammonia smell.However, if she wants to go, she will go. Regarding this little Zhu, I need to add that she is wearing a thin green sweater, and her bangs are curled in the front.Not only did she look like an angel, but she looked like a Madonna—if my religious friends don't mind my saying so.She sat in my room for a long time, talked about her failed marriage—her ex-husband had an affair—and said, you guys don’t have a good one.That puts me, her ex-husband, and the grizzled boss in the same category.It frustrates me, but I admit she has a point.Take me for example, sitting across from her and chatting, all I can think of is the idea of ​​selling fake products: coaxing her to share a moment of ecstasy with me, and then put that rosary on my forehead.When they found out that it was different, they advertised in the newspaper to sell this ghost thing.Part of this whimsical idea was to sell a product, and part to sell myself, was purely suspicious.This is nothing more than an excuse to do something bad.Of course, Xiao Zhu is equally weird.If she thought all men were so bad, why would she come to one of them.It's all because we feel the need of the opposite sex and come up with weird things to say...

When it was getting dark, she got up to leave, and I got up to see her off. Before I walked out of the room, she hugged me.So instead of going out, we went back inside and sat down on the broken sofa.She herself said that it has been a long time since a good man hugged me—but she herself said just now that there is not a single good man among them, which is a paradox.This broken sofa has been placed in the public kitchen for a long time, and now it is the only furniture in the house besides the bed. It is twisted with grease, and no one likes it except cockroaches.Under the weight of two people, it creaked, as if it was about to fall apart.So we moved to a safe place - the bed, and after a while - we started undressing each other.

This is a romance of mine, and I described it in 1,300 words, including all punctuation marks.Speaking of which, we are both intellectuals, and when we filled out our resumes, we used a kind of slang-like writing—Master Research—everyone knew what it was.Intellectuals, according to Kinsey's research, are complex in their sexuality, but I'm ashamed that we are so simple as to be lackluster.When Xiao Zhu's upper body was exposed, I asked: Didn't you say that we men don't have any good things? Why... Her little face immediately turned pale, she narrowed her eyes, and said viciously: feel lonely !As he spoke, he threw the broken quilt on the bed to the ground.In this case, it is obviously inappropriate to say anything else.As for what we do, as we all know, it cannot be expressed in words.The only thing I can add is that we did it twice between 5 and 9, and before the second time, I thought about putting on the "dreamless sleeper". With the nature of scientific experiments, it is more extraordinary; but I am afraid that she will ask me why I wear a wire basket on my head at this time. Therefore, this love story has to be like this.

It was wrong for me to treat romantic love this way, so I must try again.If I say that Xiao Zhu is lying next to me, showing a pair of hemispherical breasts, this is a low-key wording.Because from these actual situations, various imaginations can be derived.Another way of writing it is this: there is a curved surface stretching around me, with two bulges on it. It is said that the sphere is not accurate, and it should be called a paraboloid of revolution.The style is still not high, because there is still room for imagination.It is better to give the surface equation directly, which is the best style, but it will inevitably cause Xiao Zhu's resentment, because if she imagines me as a bunch of formulas, I will hate it too.Besides, I don't want to have sex with a bunch of formulas, so this love story can only be like this.

After we made love, Xiao Zhu and I lay down hugging each other.At this point I asked her again: Why did you want to have sex with me.After hearing this, her whole body stiffened immediately, as if she was about to have a falling out with me—but she immediately relaxed again, and said lightly: Let’s talk about something else—no matter what she said, I felt that she just had something to say. I felt an urge to throw me off the bed—and I asked: Talk about what?She said it more casually: pumpkin and tofu, for example.Then I felt a pain in my stomach, and it turned out that I was bitten by her.This reminds me of an animal called a sweet pig.Although this animal is the same species as the Landrace pig native to Denmark, it can only grow to about 20 catties in its lifetime.Roast suckling pig is called "roasted suckling pig" after being dead. Although the name is not true, it is a delicacy in Cantonese cuisine. It is very crispy, and the skin on the belly is especially delicious.When she had eaten enough and let go, the piece of skin was still growing on my stomach.This shows that I am not crispy enough.Then she touched the teeth marks on my body and said, talk about your pumpkin tofu.It made me think that she must be hungry, and I have a few biscuits here.But she refused to eat the biscuits and instead pinched me repeatedly.For these weird behaviors, her explanation is: itching in the heart, going crazy.I wonder if pinching me when I feel itchy really helps? ...