Chapter 22 The fourth part I have broken a glass that romantic incident

The fourth part I have broken a glass that romantic incident (1) Let's dance in the directionless wind ——Zhang Chu's "Warm and Cold Self-Knowledge" K always thinks I have a crush on him. Complex, understand?He yelled at me so loudly that I couldn't hear him. In my mind, K has never felt inferior.He felt like Jim Morrison—the rock poet who died of obesity.In fact, K has no reason to feel inferior: he graduated from a prestigious school, has a quick mind and extraordinary talent, has a handsome and unruly appearance and the ability to earn money to buy a house-the former attracts girls without brains, and the latter attracts girls with brains .

I used to bother K persistently with the phone for almost a year. K is often woken up by my phone in the morning, annoyed at the phone: I didn't sleep until four o'clock last night!So I said apologetically, oh, sorry, and hung up. In this way, K thought it was an indisputable fact that I had a crush on him. I don't know why I always called him so patiently at that time, maybe it was because of the poverty and loneliness of the student life.Apart from studying hard in the library and earning credits, I never dated boys, went to the movies, went shopping, bought clothes, and did all the romantic things that should be done.In fact, I didn't do anything, except let the youth flow through my empty body like water, and I didn't even bother to stretch out my hand to hold it back for a while.How many girls are like sand, unable to retain water.

One year on Christmas Eve, it snowed heavily.In the middle of the night, when everyone was asleep, I took advantage of the only tattered telephone in the girl's building, and talked with K one after another.With so much snow, the ground must be completely white.I really want to go out for a walk in the snow, because it doesn't snow in our south.But K just read poetry to me on the phone.Although his voice is very magnetic, it is somewhat out of place at this time, because I am really sleepy.I yawned frequently, thinking about the snow outside, I don’t know how thick it is, is there anyone walking up and down on it, is there anyone who doesn’t have to rush back to the dormitory before the door closes, and when I am tired from playing, there is still a warm room go.

I really envy this kind of person. Later K said, come out, let's find a place to drink. I said sadly, it was too late, the door of the building was closed. Besides, I don't drink alcohol. Half a year later, one night in early summer, several people had dinner together, including K.It's all for eating, and they are scattered as birds and beasts.And it was past twelve o'clock, and I had nowhere to go. I stood at the door of the closed small restaurant, a little dazed. K had no choice but to say, you go to my place. Thinking about it now, this feeling is pretty good: a young girl with long hair, wearing a blue cotton dress, holding a large bouquet of flowers in her arms, taken by another man in a taxi after midnight Walk.For a good girl who strictly abides by all kinds of rules and regulations, this kind of experience is still rare.

I later learned that in cities, it is common for men to take girls back to their residences. Since then, a large number of young and not-so-young people have sprung up in the city. They are self-willed, free, happy, and have a way of life that I can't imagine. It is said that they are "new and new human beings".Since then, I have been far behind the city in which I live. I'm supposed to be from Paleolithic. Having said that, I was full of trust and gratitude for K that night.It was a pleasure to stand in K's spacious and bright room through the night and lights of the city, and to think that I would not have to wander outside tonight.

When I came out of the bathroom wearing K's bathrobe, K said, I only have one bedroom, will you sleep on the sofa in the living room, or in the bedroom? I don't sleep in the living room anyway, he said. I said I don't sleep on the sofa. Then we'll all have to sleep in the bedroom, he said. We go into the bedroom. K said, I only have one bed, do you sleep on the floor or on the bed. I don't sleep on the ground anyway, he said. I said I didn't sleep on the ground either. Then we'll have to sleep in the same bed, K said. So we went to bed. K said, I only have one blanket, will you cover it alone, or two?

I'm going to take the blanket anyway, he said. I thought about it, and whispered, let's cover it with two people. I lay down and fell into K's arms. The fourth part I have broken a glass that romantic thing (2) I turned my head and saw K looking at me with a smile, and my face burned. I was overwhelmed by K's sudden transformation.He has always been cold to me. His voice suddenly softened, is it comfortable? I honestly, whisper comfortably. K is very proud, the reason why you feel comfortable is because you are resting on my arm. You can hold me, he said generously.

I obediently put my arms around him. Then he leaned over to kiss me. How come you don't like me? K said very puzzled. I said no. Then why are you pushing me? I thought about it, and said seriously, you have to like me, even just a little bit. K chuckled and said, I don't like you a little bit, but a little bit. Then he swooped in again. Here's why again, he said. I said unless you really like me. I said I like you, and he was a little out of breath. It's a pity that it's a bit untrue to say it at this time, I regret to say. Your skin is fine, K said. My skin is also very good, you can touch it if you don't believe me. K tried to convince me with a magnetic voice.

You can reach into my clothes, K said. Isn't it good, K said proudly. K made several efforts with perseverance. K said angrily, believe it or not, I raped you. I looked at his pretty face and said softly but firmly, you won't. When I was almost overwhelmed, K gave up. He turned over resentfully, turned his back to me, and remained silent for a long time. I said with concern, what's wrong with you. What's the matter, he said gruffly, I'm horny. I burst out laughing. He was so annoyed, you see I am like this, what do you think? How to do it?I answered with a low eyebrow and pleasing to the eye.

Think about it, a man, a woman, there is nothing wrong with them, in the same bed late at night.What do you think they can do? K is still angry. Yes, what can I do.I have a flattering face. K said angrily, I'm going to bed. He turned around a few times anxiously, then fell asleep, and soon he snored evenly. And I was lying in a strange room next to a young, fit man who looked like Jim Morrison, unable to sleep. If K tries again, I may not refuse.I think. I got up on tiptoe at dawn, put on my skirt, walked out softly, and closed the door. I didn't forget to take my flowers. Met K again a few years later at a party.There is also a plump girl beside him, who smiles sweetly and looks bright, but her teeth are very ugly. K often changes girls around.I thought that K's taste was so low, and I was so disappointed.