Chapter 29 [Twenty Nine] Elopement Queen

Lesbian, a freelance writer in F City... Married. Her husband is a doctor with superb skills.Don't like to talk, don't know how to express, rigid, simple. The doctor is very busy, someone will live and someone will die, and he earns a lot of money, but he neglects his wife. She is unemployed at home, full of enthusiasm, and always feels that she has chosen the wrong person. Life is supposed to be exciting, she thinks. Elopement has become a pleasure in amateur life. She is going to find someone who can be more entrusted to her for the rest of her life. The two of them can change their angles and ways of life frequently, without getting bored, and with a variety of tricks.

Not a doctor, she thought. So she began to elope again and again. From F city to Huancheng, from hope to despair. What strange men usually have to offer is passion. What she wants is passion in marriage, which is extremely difficult for a couple who need to make love hundreds of times a season. She has experienced all kinds of men, they either understand her body, or understand her style, or don't understand her at all. Elopement itself is a wonderful thing, but the result is the same every time.See through, get bored, break up.But that's all. Back at the lace house where she took a shower, she felt sorry for her bruised cheeks and bleeding mouth, a burst of sadness came from her heart, seeing the cheap words that the dancer scolded her, she really wanted to give that bastard another Catch it and flatten it wildly.It is kindness to him not to beat him.

After looking in the mirror, she applied a little anti-inflammatory painkiller cream, then walked back to the bedroom naked. On the way back to the bedroom, there were three mirrors, two large and one small, and the three mirrors came from three men. Her favorite gift was the mirror.She likes to look in the mirror, talking and singing in front of the mirror are all expressions of her doing whatever she wants. She also likes to appear naked in the corner of the room. Sometimes she guesses that someone on the opposite floor is watching this way, and her naked body becomes an unexpected lunch for others. She is showing her still young body, while the other party is Accompanied by bursts of palpitations to watch her, both parties are not lonely at this moment.How wonderful this is!

The bedroom is a wooden floor, she took off her slippers and stepped on it. The curtains are drawn, and the sun is scorching on the soft bed.The dancer said countless love words last night, and every word and every word was an attempt to promise her something forever.But until now, any thoughts are gone, everyone has their own things. Even if the bed is still this bed, the sun is still the same sun. The lace edge stood on the bunk, and the sheet was a canary yellow with a pattern shaped like a crown on a queen's head.The bed was too soft, her feet were sunken in it, it was a pleasure to look down at the ground and look up at the roof.

She jumped up hard, like a trampoline she jumped on when she was a child. A collection was played on the stereo, the first song was from Guns N' Roses.She dances and laughs, she loves the unbalanced crazy flying.The second song was a cardigan, and she twisted her buttocks along with the sweet singing, and looked down at her pointed breasts, which were bouncing up and down.This moment gave her enough courage and encouragement. When the third song came, she had already got into bed and fell asleep quickly.That compilation had a hole in it, hurting the third song, the one that wasn't released, called "To bring you my love".

When Lesbian woke up again, it was already the next morning, and she praised herself for sleeping well, and even slept for 14 hours. She put on an independent record, the female singer's voice is orange and yellow like sliced ​​melons, fine and broken, she likes such bright and simple songs, and the lyrics are full of mockery of life, lesbian thought that this singer should is bitter. Then start cleaning. The room is like a storage room. In the process of tidying up, items left by the old people are found from time to time: cigarettes, flash memory cards, boxes of famous condoms, perfume versions, lollipops... They made her happy for a long time, and she often Give those items a number.But for some things, who the owner is has become a mystery.

For her own memory ability, Lesbian is helpless. Among the various bills received in the past, there was actually a letter sandwiched.The leather of the letter was worn out by time, and it became old. The letter is short and reads as follows: Xiaolei: You are taking a shower in the bathroom, and I am writing to you while sitting at the writing desk. Through the sound of water, I can vaguely hear the cheerful song humming in your mouth. When I'm with you, I worry that time flies too fast. Because you are young and jumping.You make time fragmented, and you make me incomplete. After teaching for so many years, I never took a break.Playing here with you this time is also a kind of derailment, accompanied by happiness.

I want to marry you, but you have a husband and I have a wife.I don't know how to maintain such a relationship with peace of mind.Maybe it's because I'm old and worry about gain and loss.Every morning when I get up, I must first use my arms to find where you are, otherwise I will worry that you will leave me. The insomnia has been severe for several days, and once I fall asleep, I have nightmares again and again.I can't sleep because I have to make a choice between you and my wife, and in the nightmares, there will always be scenes of you abandoning me. Let's talk about that choice first.The reason why it is a "choice" rather than a "choice" is that it is final.

Abandoning my wife is immoral, but I can't keep betraying her in my soul, it's better to let her go and give her freedom.Maybe it's really wrong to think so, but it's beyond my expectation that I made such a crazy decision for you in my forties. And you have a husband, I know from your mouth that he is not a villain, and sometimes his tolerance for you actually moves me.This is somewhat comical. So on balance, I feel clumsy and useless.At this age, I have begun to be cautious, and being able to write so far is already a kind of victory.All I can do now is wait for your answer.

Leave a note here, and call me when you think about it.I leave my marriage and the happiness of the rest of my life to you to decide. Feng Jiu few days after the beginning of winter This letter, which was almost thrown away by Lesbian, shocked her after reading it.She began to recall the time when she was with this professor.And what can be thought of is the scene of having sex. Episode playback: They played a symphony, just for the sake of concealing their passion.He started chasing her from the middle hall, she ran ahead, was chased to the bedroom, pushed open the balcony door to escape, and ran back to the middle hall through the balconies of the two rooms...

Their voices are loud, mixed in with the symphony.Joyful and obscene laughter floated among the buildings.The women were eventually caught on the sofa, and they were all fine and not panting.The chase stops, and only the sound of the symphony echoes abruptly. The professor skillfully unbuttoned her and took off her tight grape purple cheongsam.The lace is not beautiful but beautiful. She has straight bangs. She is wearing a bra, black fishnet socks, and black leather boots that reach her knees. Every man who sees such a body will not abandon her, just like This professor, besides, he is about to get to know her. He kissed her mouth, a little messy, very hard, kissed her ears, neck, collarbone... and then took off her boots, and kissed her feet.Her socks were torn, the lipstick on her lips stained the collar of his shirt, her bangs were messed up, and her eyes were blurred.She began to laugh, and the laughter echoed through the symphony. ... Memories make everything near perfect.This letter surpassed those memories again, and moved her more broadly and boundlessly.For this reason, she fell in love with this professor named Feng Jiu who is over 40 years old. She thought it was God's will.Let her see the kind and sincere words of this man in her hour of despair. No man had ever written to her except her husband, and she began to scream out of agitation and grievance. Rummaging through boxes and cabinets to find that professor's business card is like finding the key to a safe.Busy front and back. Her passion is huge, fast and amazing.She is the best among adults.She is an artist. Finally found the string of numbers that had been deleted from the phone, it was like a treasure. The moment she picked up the phone to dial, she suddenly became romantic.I thought: I have to treat this kind man well.From now on, I will treat his thinking, his actions, and his virtues kindly.I also want to really do as well as he said.I want to surprise him, I want to make him an emperor. She made her choice with satisfaction.