Chapter 10 [pick up] See you in the tunnel

Yang Zuoluo was not depressed when he received Serning's rejection.He thinks that Senin rejected him because he hoped that they could go on for a long time, and that they fell in love to the point where they couldn't extricate themselves first, and then put themselves into life.In this way, the boredom will come slowly and the freshness will be longer. In order to observe her physical condition, Yang Zuoluo decided to stay and take care of her.If you still have a fever, you should be sent back to the hospital immediately.On the way back to Saining's house, he bought an electric heater and asked the workers to bring it over.

Sai Ning took a shower, Yang Zuoluo stood at the door of the bathroom holding a thick black cotton towel and waited for her to come out.After waiting for a while, listening to the sound of water inside and the sound of the exhaust fan, I didn't feel boring at all.He thinks life should be like this, taking off his clothes, bathing, singing, reciting, eating, sleeping, walking, spinning, cooking, alone and in combination... He also used to wait for Mag at the door of the bathroom like this. Mag at that time and Senin now were both so small, it was pitiful, and he couldn't bear to watch them suffer a little bit of grievance.

He wrapped Senin in his arms and hugged her.Sai Ning lay in his arms, closed his eyes, and brought his nose close to smell the smell on his neck, while Yang Zuoluo lowered his head slightly to smell the smell on her neck.His lust came over him again, like her smooth calf, so close at hand. Kissing, and then he hurried to the bed and wrapped her up in the quilt. Senin: "Yang Zuoluo? Who gave you your name?" "I don't know who in the family gave it to me." Senin: "Have you ever loved a girl in particular?" After a long silence, many images flashed in his mind:

"have it." Sai Ning: "Men are like this. They have very vague feelings about themselves. Although they give a lot, they still don't know why they give. It's actually easy to define whether you love or not." "Oh, then how do you define it?!" Senin: "Whether you will dream about each other for a long time after separation, this is the only way to define." He was startled, and countless sleepless nights and occasional dreams with content flashed in his mind. He couldn't believe Senin's method for a while, so he hurriedly said: "You seem to be wrong, but if two people have been together for a long time, but there is no difference, how can we judge?!"

Sai Ning: "You still don't understand love." Yang Zuoluo knew that it was Senin who made a wrong judgment this time, but he didn't want to say anything, he just wanted to continue to perfunctory: "Then have you ever loved someone in particular?" Senin: "I won't tell you." "That's love." Senin: "I'm sleepy." "Do you sleep so much every day?" He stretched out his hand to touch her nose and smiled slightly: "It's really cool, like a small animal." Senin fell asleep, his nostrils fluttering rhythmically.Yang Zuoluo took off his clothes, got into bed, and lay beside her.He watched her face and touched her forehead with his hand.After finding that everything was in order, he also fell asleep happily.

In the dream, he squatted in the corner thinking about a problem - he had been dreaming of a small fish with transparent internal organs flying in front of Mag's chest for many years. Could this repeated dream prove that he loved Mag as Senin said? ?He covered his head with his hands, grabbed his black hair, and pretended to be thinking painfully.Senin ignored him at all, and sat on the corner cabinet with leather boots and played the guitar with relish.Later, he wanted to smoke a cigarette, but he had no cigarette on him.He wanted to ask Sai Ning, but he only opened his mouth and couldn't make any sound, and the background of the dream was the clear and crisp sound of the piano.He tried his best to open his mouth wide, but it still didn't work. He pinched his neck with his fingers, feeling uncontrollable suffocation, but Senin was still playing the piece he had never heard before with an intoxicated expression.

The dream frightened him, and he commanded himself to wake up.For a while, his heart was still beating wildly.At this time, the sun had already set, and the sunset glow was probably the last few rays. He rubbed his eyes, and unexpectedly saw Senin wearing leather boots and playing the guitar sitting on the corner cabinet.He stood up, trying to combine the dream with the feeling of thirst, and when he took the water glass to drink, he shivered because he suddenly remembered the loss of voice in the dream.I don't know if I really fulfilled that dream?He couldn't wait to yell "stop" loudly.Unexpectedly, his voice was flawless as usual.It's just that Senin stopped plucking the strings to match his shout.Immediately, the room fell silent, and the two people whose skin was inlaid in the sunset glow and turned golden looked at each other.

"Ah... why are you up? Do you still have a fever?!" Yang Zuoluo didn't want to tell anyone about any of his dreams.He hated dreaming more and more, hated dream telling and interpretation.He is best at smoothing things out and facing new embarrassments. "I... I can see that your eyelids are twitching all the time, so I know you're dreaming. What kind of dream are you having?" Senin accidentally poked his weakness again.The man immediately respected her again. "It was a dream, but I forgot it as soon as I opened my eyes... Do you still have a fever?! Come here and let me touch your head."

Sai Ning stood the guitar on the single sofa, "thumped" and landed on the ground, looking very brave, the wooden floor made a dull sound.Her hair was short, her neck was slender, her slender waist swayed in front of Yang Zuoluo, and she walked in front of his eyes.He leaned down and bowed his head to signal him to test his temperature.Yang Zuoluo became confused.The face moved towards Senin's direction, and put his cheek on her forehead. At this moment, Senin's memory tunnel opened again. In the picture, he was always sitting top-heavy on the chair, and the boy also used this posture to measure her body temperature. When he saw her having a fever, he ran up and down anxiously. Jump.She likes to see boys care about her.In the days when he didn't care about her, she treated herself like the queen abused Snow White, hoping that she could die like that.But gradually, she figured out one thing, and that was the boy's love for her.He hoped that she would live a good life, and she would also live a good life for him...

She came back to herself in Yang Zuoluo's wet kiss.She likes to be kissed, and she also likes to be stroked and speculated about. She published an article in a magazine column titled "Until the Tunnel of Memory Closes", in which she said: "Forgetting one thing, one person, some desires every day can make it easier. Then you will encounter and forget until you die, until you lose power, until a small planet destroys the earth, until you destroy everything with indifferent eyes desires and thoughts, so there is no more difficulty, no more confusion, no longer remembering.

Not remembering any more is better and less human than forgetting. I like capital, not public property.I like to be monogamous and hide and sniff countless honey.I want to live in a big room with a glass ceiling, wear a sweater, (no nudity, please) watch TV and eat fresh-from-the-oven milk puffs.Abandon the body position theory, and each has its own preferences.So, you only need to do one thing every day, which is to make your old love always be the same as your new love.Of course, liking the new and loathing the old is a manifestation of the true desire of human nature, but you have to work hard to make yourself detached, try to fall in love with the old person, worship his body, and yearn to live and die with him, and be united forever. ... Later, the later part of the story is that I have to reverse my jet lag, be the sun at 8 or 9 o'clock, don't cry everywhere; don't fall in love with my fans; don't stare at the big round ass in the gym, it's rude. I want to become a plush toy or a pet dog, wander in his room, warm each other until we die together... I hate that I don't know how to write the poems of the poor. I can only use a lot of words and a lot of notes to annihilate and subvert my life. The more I write, the more I write, there is no end to it, and I'm afraid there will be no end to singing such songs. What is the end of matter?The earth is destroyed?Women's menopause?Or is it emotional detachment? Qi Qin is a poet, Zhang Chu is a poet, Bob Dylan is a poet, and Mavis Fan is also a poet.I love poets, and I'm a poor nightmare. ——Is it okay to masturbate in the first place? ——Hey, that’s not the case. Memories are all sweet, and they can only be used as calmness; they can only be used as a reason to go to bed late; Well, I still miss my memories alone in my heart, and come to comfort that bowl of cold porridge for supper..." This column has won her numerous Fans.They took the magazine to her performance and asked her to sign it.Such audiences are not ignorant. They analyze the meaning of her words, feel her pulse, and feel sad for her. Coincidentally, she also likes to be speculated by others. A man, after reading these words, wrote her that he would think of her at night.It was such a frustrating thing for him.Since she hadn't met him, she wouldn't have him in her heart, and he still couldn't forget her so much, how stupid it was! Senin kept the letter and kept it in his bag.She likes people to think about her behavior and thinking like this, and she likes the love others show her in words, and those loves give people strength. Yang Zuoluo's love also gave her some strength more or less.Whether she won it or not, she liked his lips very much, with a sweet taste like cherries, not bitter.He grabbed her body, balancing her as he kissed her.In the end, he naturally hugged her to the bed and gave her more tenderness. When it got dark, they hugged each other, curled up in the bed, and closed their eyes to bear the time. The electric heater didn't seem to work at all, Yang Zuoluo cursed the poor quality of the electric heater, and went down to the ground under the quilt to see what happened. That's when I realized it was a power outage.