Chapter 55 Chapter 3 You Are a Half-Human (3)

"You don't like it?" Hai'an looked into her eyes with a mocking smile on his face, "Isn't this what you expected? Isn't it something you dare to appear in your wildest dreams? Now you Why do you act like you're saying no when you've got it?" Marty couldn't say anything in reply.Hai'an's kiss is not in her wildest dream.She wanted Hai'an so much, this desire was too huge and too strong, even in the dream, Marty didn't want to expose it, because she didn't dare to face the feeling of waking up in the dream. "Why don't you enjoy it if you like it?" Hai'an asked.

Marty shook his head. "You're a half-human," Heian said, and he let go of his arms, freeing Marty's hand. "You're a half-human, like everyone." Hai'an folded his arms around his chest and raised the corners of his mouth to smile, but his smile seemed so indifferent to Marty. "You are burdened with civilization and ethics, and you don't know how to live, and you dare not live according to your own feelings. You want me, just like everyone else, but you dare not bear this desire. Today you get my Kiss, but your mind is thinking about tomorrow, when you should be feeling, you want to have, you can't have me after tomorrow, so you think about social norms and all kinds of constraints in relationships, so you prefer to hide your feelings ...you've been stripped from yourself, you've only got the socialized half of yourself, and the natural erotic half you've repressed. Tell me, what's it like to be a half-human? Is it safer? Is it more sublime?"

Marty looked down, wiping away tears with his hands. "Marty, this world is like a big chorus, and this score has the supreme authority, or you can join the chorus and sing obediently to the tempo you are assigned, or you can boldly sing the voice you want, but that You have to endure the eyes of others who criticize you, because they think that you sing differently and you are out of tune. As for me, I choose to walk away from the choir." Hai'an turned and walked towards the stairs, "If I'm in a good mood, I'll listen to your singing Chorus, when the demeanor is not good, I laughed aloud, sometimes, the ridicule even covered up the singing."

Hai'an walked down the stairs, turned a corner and disappeared.Marty's heart was like a raging sea. She probably didn't listen to Hai'an's last words, because she kept asking herself repeatedly in her heart, I want Hai'an, yes, I want Hai'an!But why didn't I dare? Marty chased after it, and there was a bleak light rain outside. Her whole body seemed to be cold to the soul, but it boiled at the freezing point. In the night, she saw Hai'an's back, but there was another person beside Hai'an. The man was wearing a gray robe, and Marty had gone to a Catholic school, and she could tell at a glance that it was a priest, and Marty knew who the priest was.Marty would never forget his fiery red hair.That was the red-haired boy whom Marty saw in the bar, who was kissed affectionately by Hai'an, and he was dressed in ordinary clothes at that time.

Hai'an walked side by side with the young foreign priest, gradually disappearing into the night.Before their backs disappeared, Marty saw Haian's arm lightly caressing the priest's waist.Around the priest's waist is a leather whip unique to his church. The leather whip swings in the mist of the dark night, very dazzling, and feels very erotic. Marty was still standing in the rain, which had soaked her clothes.Shivering all over from the cold, she still stood, until the end of the cold, she couldn't feel anything. It must be midnight?There were few people on the road, and Marty turned her head and saw the sad coffee shop in the dark, so dark and small, she didn't want to go back to the room alone.Marty shivered and reluctantly dialed the public phone.

"Hello." The phone was on the other end, but it was answered as soon as it rang. "Hi, I'm Marty." "Oh, Marty. What's the matter with you?" "Jill, I want to come over to you, okay?" "...then you can come." Jill's voice is very strange tonight, with a strong nasal sound, as if she has cried.Marty hangs up trembling, hails a taxi, and tells the driver the address Jill gave. Arriving at the door of Jill's house, it was an old-fashioned apartment. After getting off the taxi, Marty saw a balcony on the third floor lit up. Jill in white pajamas waved to her, and Marty walked up the stairs.

Jill opened the door and motioned for Marty to follow her softly back into the room.Jill lives with her parents, who are asleep. Entering Jill's large room like a library, Jill looked at Marty: "You're soaked, I'll get you some clothes to change into." Tonight's Ji'er not only has a strong nasal voice, but her eye circles are also red. Jill rummages in the closet.Marty sat down in front of her desk. In front of the desk was a small bamboo screen with something hanging on it. After seeing it, Marty was startled.It was a bundle of hair, a black ponytail tied with red silk thread.How could the ponytail Haian cut off be in front of Jier's desk?

Jill changed Marty into a set of sports clothes, brought two cups of hot tea, and the two of them sat down at the desk, and both silently looked at Haian's hair. "What's wrong?" Jill asked. "Jill, tell me, Haian is gay or bisexual?" Jill froze for a few seconds, then smiled. "Let's put it this way, if there is a third gender in this world, then I can tell you that Hai'an must be trisexual." Marty looked at the floor silently, and said after a long time, "... at least he's philanthropic." "Love? It's true that those people love Hai'an, but Hai'an doesn't love anyone." Jier lit a cigarette for herself, "Hai'an is a desert, his heart is pitifully desolate, and he lives on everyone's admiration for him. Without everyone's love for Hai'an, he would not exist, and with a pop, he would disappear."

"So you love him too?" "I knew Hai'an ten years ago." Ji'er breathed out the smoke slowly, "At that time, everyone was on campus, Hai'an was very famous, he was talented and intelligent, and he had an outstanding appearance; what was even more outstanding was his wandering behavior like no one else. There are many people in the school who are obsessed with him, including boys, girls, and even teachers... I met him several times on campus. Made friends." "Do you love him or not?" "I pity him." Jier closed her eyes and smoked, her thick eyelashes trembling slightly, "I admit that I admire him, Hai'an's beauty is fascinating, sinking like quicksand. I am a mortal. Compared with Hai'an Look, I'm just an ordinary person. But I feel sorry for him."

"why?" "I always feel that Haian is also a victim of his good looks. I think he is pathologically narcissistic. He is narcissistic to such an extent that he is the loneliest person in the world because he refuses to face other people's feelings. Haian he Sick, chasing his own shadow like crazy, has fallen into a lonely and desperate situation that no one else can touch.