Do you think online love is credible?
I heard that I was in love and cried and stuck me in the woods.
As soon as I saw my online lover, he stopped:
“So, do I like that? I’m sorry.
One.
“Well, how long have you been doing this? I’m sorry.
“Not long, a few days. I feel like I have a good voice and a good body… plus poor.”
“The clients are all women? I’m sorry.
“…shit, man, I don’t answer, I don’t play the game. I’m sorry.
“How long was the longest service? I’m sorry.
“generally an hour, but some clients would ask for extra time. For the longest, I worked for a month in a row…”
“It’s been so long!”
“Ha-ha-ha-ha, yes, she’s given a monthly list. I was only with her that month. I’m sorry.
“So your professional name is usually called…”
“Assist, of course. You can call me Angel: “
2.
This is a virtual boyfriend app, this cute little boy called Nansummer. It’s 20 bucks I spend to play.
My name is Horzan, a graduate student in sociology, and in order to write a dissertation for dating app, I came down at the app store to this virtual boyfriend app, and on the first day I log in to this app I did it in Nansummer.
To be honest, it’s a lot of age, but playing with this kind of app I’m still a rookie, just to write a paper and hold 100% of the charade. The picture of the brain is probably the first time that ancient young masters have walked through a kiln. Stuck in the purse, curiously and hungryly devoured every technician with the eyes of a whale — and, of course, in official terms, they were not called technicians, but were with your little angel.
I’ve been on this platform for a few days, and the little angel on the line is just for an interview.
And these brothers, who were so well-behaved, called me baby on the face, but once I heard that I was doing it for scientific research, said to me, with all due respect:
“Sister, ask. I’ll answer any questions. I’m sorry.
But Nansummer is an exception.
For the first time in all these years, I’ve seen a brother like this.
As soon as Nansat got to me, she said, “What a lovely grapefruit.” I’m sorry.
Well, my I.D. is called “The grapefruit soda.”
I looked at him and said, “Sister.” I’m sorry.
He changed his mouth very well. I’m sorry.
I was happy to ask him, “What do you do?” I’m sorry.
“I’m still a student, just freshman year. He’s in class, talking to his sister. I’m sorry.
“Do you still pick up in class?” I pick up.
“Who asked my sister to lay down the order? This guy ain’t got sugar in his mouth anymore.
“Ahem, all right, mainly to interview you. I’m changing the subject.
“Oh interview? Sister is a journalist? I’m sorry.
I don’t want to tell you too much. Brother, answer the question. First: Why do you want to play? I’m sorry.
Do you want to hear the truth? “If anyone asks that question, I say it’s poor but if sister asks, I think it’s because…”
He stopped talking.
“Hmm? I’m sorry.
“To meet you.”
By … one interview with ten questions, and every one of them, he can bring forth flowers, and suddenly he waits for you to hurry when you think he’s serious.
“Why didn’t you say anything? I’m sorry.
He was so cute: “Sister, I forgot. You may need a hug to remember…”
I have to say, sweet words have an extra credit for women, and after the interview I didn’t realize I was smiling.
“Okay. That’s all for today, and I’ll give you a second chance. I’m sorry.
dialogue box. There’s a bell coming from a distance. He’s out of class? With the bell, it’s low in the south summer, with a smile:
“Sister, you asked for me. I’ll be waiting for you. I’m sorry.
The sound was completely different from what I thought he looked like. The bass gun had a magnetic, lumber-shocked ear membrane, and I was there, and my face was red.
When I dropped my cell phone off at a self-study table outside the classroom, someone shot me on the shoulder and softly shouted, “Aoi.” I’m sorry.
Uh, it’s Leaf Yogi. The coach assigned me to work with my brother.
3.
Leaf yoga sits in my chair and attracts the attention of girls.
This guy can dance and sing, and is said to be one of the gods in our department, but in my eyes, leaf yoga is a baby.
He did a great job, and in accordance with the rules of our college, he was assigned directly to the best graduate teacher in the department, i.e. me, to do the project with Ben.
The leaves have a very good look, 185 tall people with big eyes, white eyes, dark and thick eyes, and a face that fills the schoolgirls with secular desires.
But his personal signature was: “There is no secular desire to be rich.” I’m sorry.
In reality, however, I and I are two poor brothers who yearn for wealth.
It has created a “revolutionary friendship” exclusive to the proletariat.
I used to take him in the faculty to cheat and drink, to cheat and to cheat, to ask each other to take leave of absence, or to eat sobs together and to spit on me.
Recently, in order to write about social app, we downloaded different virtual lovers’ apps, researched each, and synthesized the results.
Leaf yoga sits next to me and rips my hair and asks, “What are we eating at noon?” I’m sorry.
“What else can I eat? The poor are dying of poverty when they lose weight. I’m sorry.
“So bad? Didn’t I just call you? I’m sorry.
I’m sad and sad: “The girls spend more money. Forget it. I’m sorry.
The leaves were soothing, they opened up their letters and looked at their balance: “Twenty three hundred and thirty-one dollars. “How much do you want?” I’m sorry.
Huh? I’m sorry.
Surprised when this guy was so rich.
He looked at me like I was stupid, and he groaned and turned me a thousand dollars. Pull my ponytail:
“Take it for yourself. Don’t rush back.
Collections are promptly paid.
I: %
Fortunately, this little boy’s next sentence choked my tears:
He looked at me with mercy and shook his head:
“You’re too old to be so worried. I’m sorry.
4.
Fuck.
I finally figured out why so many people are taking advantage of virtual boyfriends, sweet and gentle and call your sister’s boys.
I’ll take it easy next time I beat him.
The second time I opened app, Nansummer was online. As soon as he went online, he was told, “You’re here at last! I’m sorry.
A series of warm greetings seems to have been waiting for me.
I’d like to go on with the interview, but this guy’s always talking to me.
I was distracted by this kid’s work, so I started to go through his home page gossip and ask, “You can sing?” I’m sorry.
“Of course. He said, “Wait, I’ll find a place for you to sing.” I’m sorry.
“Are you out there?”
“Just finished gym class. Too loud around. I’ll find a quiet place. “Wait for me, sister. I’m sorry.
I was in the library, holding books but not reading them. He’s not in his mind, he’s in his ear.
The smile on the corner of his mouth, which he didn’t even notice.
Nanxia ran several floors of the school building before he found a man’s little bathroom, hiding in the bathroom and singing to me the whole story of “The Boulder.”
“Is it good?” He asked me. It’s the same low-smuggling tone.
I can’t help but hear this question three times. And then I heard it.
Well, it’s good.
To tell you the truth, I’ve heard better — the leaves and the yogurt are good, he’s a champion of the 10 great games at the campus, and he’s always humming in front of me when he’s all right.
And I have to tell you the truth, the lows of Nansummer are the most important thing.
It’s lazy and it’s a little sly, and it’s still in the souffle.
I couldn’t help but say, “Well can you talk to me again?” Voice. I’m sorry.
“So my sister likes to hear my voice? He’s keen.
I didn’t deny it.
A few seconds later, a small microphone appeared on the screen, but he said:
“I see. * He smiled and the tail was soft *
Damn, that’s good!
5.
After the chat that day, I had his voice all over my head.
Even the night and the leaves and yoga are absent. The mind always recycles the sound of Nansummer, with a flowery smile on its lips.
Are you sick? “The leaves are silent.
“Ha ha ha ha. I don’t care about this kid. Laugh twice.
“It’s not an old girl who wants to take the spring.” I’m sorry.
I’ve known Yeh Yoo since I’ve been a busy, researching, single dog, and even though I sometimes have a hard-working senior, I always get mixed up with you.
Either the senior doesn’t count or the first brother is gay. My peach blossoms are all gone under his sarcasm. He was the only one left behind.
And the Buddha, in cold blood, grabbed my single hand, caught my chance, always mocked.
As usual, he mocked at me, saying, “Spring.” We shall certainly strike hard: “You’re the only one who does so.” I’m sorry.
But today, leaves and yoga say this, and my face is red.
The sound of Nanxia again in his head, the whispering words and the sound of his sister.
I’ve been down for a sip of water.
What the hell? What kind of man is that? “The leaves and the yoga looked at my reaction, and it was a shock.
“Is it strange to have someone you like? I’m turning my back.
“Huh, no surprises, no surprises. “Who is this? You tell me in secret, I’ll take care of him. I’m sorry.
I don’t believe you.
“You don’t know. “I’m going to lift up my plate and put my phone in my pocket, and I’m going to leave a message to the old man, “Just do it, don’t do it all the time. I’m sorry.
7
When I returned to the dormitory, I hurried down the list in the South, like a prostitute who ran to the green house.
But he refused.
“What’s wrong? I was worried.
“Sorry, sister, it’s not a good day. Can I pick up your list in the morning? I’ll spend an hour with you. I’m sorry.
“Are you sick?” I’m sorry.
“No, not in the mood. I’m sorry.
I didn’t say much, I couldn’t get off the line, I read a book, and I couldn’t help but read a round of the South Summer home page. Remembering that I had a mission to interview, I ordered a couple of little angels on the platform and started to interview.
As soon as I finished my interview and was ready for bed, Nanxia suddenly went online.
“Sister, aren’t you busy tonight?” Why is it all night on the line…?
A cold line of inquiry left me ashamed of being caught in bed by my wife.
And just as I was scrambling at the trigger, Nansat said, “Did my sister talk to another brother and ignore me?” I’m sorry.
I wrinkled my nose: What a little vinegar.
I didn’t realize that I had a dark night, and I said, “I have to interview someone.” I’m sorry.
“But I’ll be upset, sister. * He’s got another voice, a low voice, a little bit of *
My heart slipped again. Bite your teeth and type on the screen:
“…can you take the order now? I’m sorry.
“Of course, I’ve been in a lot of mood all night. You can talk to your sister again. I’m sorry.
That’s why I decided to sleep, and I climbed up and sat straight down.
I didn’t realize myself that my irrational state was called top.
Every second I spoke to him, my brain was dizzy, like the beginning of love.
Even though I do not know his real name, nor have I even seen his face, I simply became obsessed with his voice and fell into love.
Every day after, the first thing I woke up was to open an app, light up the head of Nansummer, and order. And Nansummer was nice to me, and he used to talk for 20 bucks for an hour, and he talked to me for three hours each time.
He’s like a poppy, and every time my company’s not over, I’m done.
When I was in a bad mood, he sang to me; he read me stories every night before I went to bed. All the extra-curricular time we talked together. He’s like the perfect boyfriend, and I’m, like, the happiest girlfriend in the world.
So I fell in love in the name of a field survey, and the only side effects were probably…
Worse.
Just yesterday, when I was sneaking up in the canteen with a cuisine soup and a meal with rice, the idiot with the leaves and yoga grabbed him in the face, and saw him wrinkled and snorted.
Sister, where’s your money? I’m sorry.
8.
Well…
“I’ve been spending a lot lately…”
I was the sister, but I couldn’t help but look at him. Look at my face. The leaves and yoga seem soft and stretch out and choked my face:
“Why did you make a mistake like the Samaye at my house? The eyes are full of shit. I’m sorry.
Say that again? I looked at him.
“Not right. He wrinkles his nose and shakes his head and says, “To raise you is more expensive than to raise it.” I’m sorry.
I only saw him take out his cell phone again, turn on the Twitter and hand it over to me, “Leave me 200, take the rest. I’m sorry.
What the fuck? * I’m surprised before I get moved *
See only the change shown on this cargo screen: $145,121.
Dude, you going to sell it? How can you make money so fast?
How long has it been?
He punched me in the head, and he didn’t like it. How can I raise you without making good money? I’m sorry.
9
A thousand softy notes!
And thanks to him, I was happy to take the leaves and yoga to the entrance to the school, and with his money, “please” he ate a large 50 per capita meal.
And leaves and yoga are really busy making money, and it’s been a while since we’ve been eating with me, and we’ve been down for the first time.
I’m bored and I’m on an app and I find out that South Summer is on the line right now.
“What are you doing, brother? I’m sorry.
“Sister, I’m eating too. I’m sorry.
Alone?
“Not really. A friend. I’m sorry.
I said, “Girlfriend? I’m sorry.
He sent a question mark: I’m sorry.
Two seconds later, another message came: “Isn’t your girlfriend at the end of the screen?” I’m sorry.
The heart shivering, the great joy rose up. What is this? Promise? # With a happy red #
“What? Brother, don’t mess with people.” I said with my lips, “The smile that was too happy has not disappeared, and a pumpkin salad is in my mouth.
It’s leaf yoga.
“What are you doing? I looked at him with my salad.
“Who’s so happy to talk and laugh that looks stupid. I’m sorry.
Boyfriend. “I’m crooked.
The leaves and the yoga were clearly twitching, and the smile on my face was frozen, and I looked at it like a half-a-half-a-half-a-half-a-half-a-a-half-a-a-half-a-a-day, and a smile full of care:
Big Sister, you have a boyfriend? What is it? When did you get together? Why don’t you eat with me? I’m sorry.
“He’s not around. Isn’t that the phone with me? Whatever. Just feel right. “I wrinkled my nose and rejected him.
The expression of leaves and yoga is profound, and I think of something. No way! You’re not in love, are you? I’m sorry.
Ah, so what?
“I didn’t expect you to believe this.” Are you a pig in your head? Aren’t you afraid he’s a fat, ugly old man? I’m sorry.
“How can a man with a voice be fat and ugly? I’m sorry.
And when I heard that, I got a white eye on the leaves and yoga, “You don’t even see people. I’m sorry.
What’s the name?
Real age?
What about school?
I don’t know.
You know what?
I was strangled by the soul of the jade cannon.
I, uh, I, I found out I didn’t know anything about my favorite boys.
10,
In the woods after the school canteen.
It’s about a couple who can’t get a kiss. In addition to the entanglement of tongues and lips, there are mosquitoes that hum and hum.
The moonlight is on our faces, but it’s like a light in the interrogation room.
And I look a metre away from me, with a serious face of leaf yoga, and I say, “Big brother, why are you here to talk?” I’m sorry.
“To keep you awake.” He laughed. One step towards me.
“I’m very conscious. @silk: #egypt
Are you awake? How blind can you be if you can do anything like that? He laughed, and his eyes were on my phone, and he said, “How do you know? Net cloud or public comment? I’m sorry.
Every time he said an app, he took a step closer, he said four words, he slightly down his head and his chin was on my forehead.
Eighteen-year-old boys have a warm breath.
I’ve never seen so much leaves and yoga, and he’s always mean when he’s around me, sometimes like my dad, sometimes like my brother, and sometimes like my best friend, and at this point, he’s suffocating, and I’m breathing… For the first time he realized that he, it seemed, was a man, an adult man.
It’s a mess.
I looked down and tried to explain, “I don’t have time for this, I’ve been busy with interviews for days…”
“Oh? * He caught the clue, lifted up my chin, and forced me to look at him * * So, yes, it was * I’m sorry.
“Oh, it’s not… it’s that…” and I was betrayed by the panic at the center of the story.
“So why is it that you’ve given me money for two months? I’m sorry.
The dangerous tone, however, is somewhat familiar.
My head was swung with the head of the south summer, and my heart was murmured: “Ha ha ha ha ha.” I owe you money and I’ll pay you back. I’m willing to pay him… and I’ve been up there lately, and I really like to like him, and every day my head thinks it’s just to talk to him… just like a demon.”
What’s his name?
“Aah?”
“I said, “What’s the man’s name? I’m sorry.
In the woods, I was almost attached to leaf yoga. I can’t see the look on his face at this moment, and the moonlight is blocked by a cloud, left behind by the thin light in his eyes, with a chill. I can feel his body in a rare way.
“…can’t tell you. “I shook my head.
He’s been swung by my answers and his throat is rolling. “Oh, protect him?” I’m sorry.
“Not maintenance. It’s me and his thing. I looked up at his face and said:
“It’s none of your business. I’m sorry.
The clouds were thickened, and the last moonlight was covered, and the light in the eye of the leaves went dark. He looked at me and walked back.
Noding, laughing, mumbling, “Yeah. Yeah. I’m stupid. Your business has nothing to do with me. I’m asking you something. I’m sorry.
I took a step back and told him, “I’ll pay you back. Maestro. I’m sorry.
Leaf yoga is a bit of a mess.
Untie my arm.
I didn’t want to talk to him much, and when I turned away, I listened to the leaf yoga saying, “Yes, Zander.”
He called me by my name.
“I’ve been doing this for a while. My own experience is that most of the games are very clear about work and life, and they sell fantasies, and they don’t treat clients with real feelings. I don’t know how your so-called boyfriend sees your relationship but if you’re serious. You can try asking him more information, even…”
He groaned:
“It’s okay to add a tweet. I’m sorry.
Idiot.
Eleven.
Leaf yoga makes sense.
I do like Nanxia, but even if I like him again, I might just like the one I fantasize about. It was that when the stingy man called me sister, and when the low-pitched cannon called me a fool, and followed me and sang.
I only know him with words.
Maybe he built him.
Or maybe I would believe him.
Virtual lover app makes everything dreamy and perfect.
But what about reality?
I admit,
Even though it’s so strong that it’s hopeless, it’s so ridiculous.
I decided to confess my feelings to Nancy.
12
Before I fell asleep, I went online again.
Early in the night, she took a shower and went to bed, and had a cell phone in her hand for a night, she remained offline.
I’ve been in a panic all night.
Finally, his status icon changed from gray to green.
I was on his list, “Nantha” and I was stupid.
“What’s wrong, sister? Did you wait for me long? He sends a hug face.
Still so sweet.
I nodded my head, and I said, “What did you do tonight, brother? I’ve been trying to find you.
“There’s something going on tonight. I was wrong to keep my sister waiting so long. Hold my little baby. I’m sorry.
“Well. Then I’ll come back to you and you’re not on the line. I’m sorry.
“Hmm? I’m sorry.
I went straight to the theme: “We, we’ve been talking for so long, why don’t we write a little bit? I’m sorry.
They didn’t reply.
Interface display is being entered.
After a few minutes, he said, “Isn’t that a good idea? I’m sorry.
My heart is heavy.
He went on to say, “The platform requires that little angels and their clients cannot deal in private. If we add a little bit of a little bit of a change in nature. Sister, let’s stay on the platform. I’m sorry.
“Are we dealing? “I’ve got a mouth full.
“Of course not. “The sister and I were with the companion.” We have a contract. I’m sorry.
“Narsha, I feel like you.” It’s not a joke, it’s a girl’s preference for a boy. I order your list every day, when you’re on the line, talking to you, the happiest thing every day is to hear from you, and I always thought I had a clear attitude. I’m sorry.
He sent a question mark: What?
“To … I say I like you. And then I want to ask you how you feel about me. I’m sorry.
A brain spits it out and the heart jumps to the throat.
The first time you’re so serious about your confession, you’re ashamed of your toes. After that, he threw his cell phone aside and buried his head in his pillow.
I couldn’t look at his answer and forced myself to count from 1 to 99 before going online again.
Nancy sent me back.
Just one sentence: “Well, sister, you scared me. I’ve only been your boss for a month. I’m a virtual boyfriend. I’m sorry.
Message sent 10 minutes ago,
He’s offline.
13
I don’t know if you’ve ever had a heartache.
Heated blood strangles his throat, filled with heart, cut off by life, helpless, desperate, lonely and lost.
It’s like falling into an imaginary space of time, falling and falling.
The heart is empty, the body is suspended, the hands and feet are dashed, and people are drained.
And consciousness, and being deprived of…
Logical ability, ability to think, ability to analyse, all rationality and objectivity are overwhelmed by great sorrow.
It’s like a tsunami rushing into a world without him.
I had my cell phone, lying on my face, looking open, my tears slipped from my eye, followed by my ears, my ears wet, my tongue salty and my chest suffocated.
It’s like lying down at midnight until 4:00 in the morning.
I went online and looked at the state of Nanxia, and app showed him five hours ago online…
Well…
He must have slept well.
When I was rejected, I fell asleep.
I look at a little white sky, and it’s only been a long time since I opened my mail, and since last night I’ve been immersed in a virtual boyfriend’s app, looking through the autumn water and waiting for the head to shine. There’s a lot of news in the mail, there’s a professional course, there’s an ad, there’s a couple of funny pictures from friends.
In one of the messages, I was asked at 12 pm last night, “Will we have dinner tomorrow morning?” I have something to tell you.
And I went back and said, “Oh, my God. I’m sorry.
14
I slept until 11:00.
I’m so dizzy, I forget for a moment. A few minutes after waking up, the mail of the leaves and yoga came in. You wrote back to me last night at 4:00 in the morning, and I think I’ve been up all night waiting for you. I’m sorry.
I said, “I have something.” I’m sorry.
He said, come down, I’m here.
I was like a shit eggplant beaten with frosting, and I didn’t wash my head, and I put on some clothes, and I fell down the stairs.
Leaf Yoo smiled at me at the moment, and it was a bit sad at the end, and this expression was contradictory, as if it were a sad and happy experience.
“Yo. My sister got bit by a dog?”
I strangled his arm so hard, “I bit the dog.” I’m sorry.
He was strong, he wrinkled his frown, but he was relieved: “It’s okay, it’s still a little strong, it doesn’t seem to hurt much. I’m sorry.
The words were soothing, my nose sore, my tears fell down.
I grabbed his sleeve and said I was rejected. I’m the boss. There’s no feeling. Isn’t that a naked love machine?
The leaves were low and low, “It’s not your fault. I turned down a lot of girls when I was around. We work, but it’s easy for girls to be real. I’m sorry.
I shake my head, “But he’s nice to me, he’s gonna run a few floors in the bathroom and sing to me, I’m gonna slow down his message, he’s gonna be jealous, he won’t let me have any other company, he’ll talk to me for three hours for an hour… Every day he waits for me to go online, and he’s asking for something. He, he’s really different.
I’ve been obstinate, but I’ve become impatient. Reach out and choke my face:
Sister, are you stupid or are you fake? He sings to you in the bathroom because you spend money, and he’s obliged to make you happy; he’s jealous that someone else will take away your money; he talks to you for three hours because you’re an old client, so he gives you a little benefit, and you get paid because he needs money. Need must be professional ethics. There’s only one reason for all this.
“is to make you pay. I’m sorry.
“You do research, don’t you?
Well, you know, if you can sell your fantasies to others, clients will keep paying for their services. I’m sorry.
“Hothan, this business is about spending money for fun, buying and selling.
If you want to make money with someone, they want to cheat you. I’m sorry.
I don’t know.
That is so true that I find it difficult to accept.
The pain is shaking at the fingertips.
I couldn’t accept it. I pushed the leaves and yoga away and yelled at him:
“Then I’ll pay for it! If money can buy happiness, then why don’t I? I’m sorry.
If money makes me less painful,
If money can make people like me and I like my illusions,
If money can solve any trouble.
Didn’t he love my money?
Okay.
Then I’ll keep paying.
15
But Nanxia didn’t take my order.
I ran to the library, turned on the phone, logged in app, went online, lit Nansummer’s head on the list.
The system alerts: “The little angel of the South Summer is busy right now, so it’s hard to pick up. Kisses can try a single little angel. I’m sorry.
I’m crying again.
I don’t like it. I’ve got another list. But the $100 just came in, and the next second, the refund.
The system again alerts each other to be busy.
Well, if it’s not enough, then it’s Bao-moon.
Tears in my eyes, I clicked on the bag moon, and the system showed a total cost of 3000 yuan. Double-click the side key, face pay…
It’s probably when my face was too twisted.
Bite your teeth and wrinkle your nose.
Face recognition failed every time. When the tears fell off.
Nanxia suddenly spoke to me.
He only sent three words.
“No need. I’m sorry.
I’m stinging.
“I won’t take your order anymore.” I’d like to make money, but it’s good. If you have other feelings for me, I’m just playing with your feelings. I can’t do something like this. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.
Tears pop on the keyboard and my heart is as tight as a chain. I type on the screen. The people who lose their love can’t help but beg.
“It’s okay if you don’t take my order, even if it’s a fantasy, and if you don’t accept my heart, we can take it slow, and I want you to talk to me, like before. I’m sorry.
Nancy thought, and he said, “Sorry, no. I’m sorry.
Why?
For the first time I realized what despair was.
“I don’t want to play around, I’ve always had people I liked, but I’ve never had the courage to tell her before. We are not one of the world’s people, and the real world is better than the web, where there are people you really deserve to cherish. Sister, thank you for your love, and I hope I have the same courage. I’m sorry.
“Nantha…”
At the end of the screen, a small microphone was raised, an eight-second voice, and he said the last words to me in a light and light manner:
“app unmounted. Bye, sister.
It’s heavy, it’s fucking heavy!
“Mother…” My heart was so weak, I fell on my bed, and the only last wiring was used for evil:
“I wish you all the best! I’m sorry.
8.
“Aoi, there’s actually one thing I haven’t told you — I like you. I’m sorry.
The next second, the cell phone Tinker Bell received a tweet. From leaf yoga.
What is it?
“What? “I’ve got the question mark in my head, and I’ve lost it.
Three minutes later, the guy said:
“h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h. I’m sorry.
Fuck off!
After a few minutes, the call came straight to the phone, and the guy was like, “Did you eat? I just asked you to take a big risk. It’s my fault. Come out. I’m sorry.
“No, no, no. Broken heart, broke strength to eat. I’m sorry.
The phone stopped for half a second and ended up with a smile: “That’s more the same. I’m sorry.
“How so?”
The voice of the leaf yoga was a little chilly, and it was passed through my ears, and he said, “Because I also fell in love, we were with the heartbroken, we sold badly. I’m sorry.
9
The place where the leaves and yoga are picked is in the front row of the school.
I wear only one set of sports shorts, hair, and two large, swollen eyes. Leaf yoga looked at me face to face, slit his lips and bowed his head. There were four bottles of beer and an old barbecue menu on the table.
Leaf yoga picked up a bottle of wine and passed it on to me.
Shake the bottle, signal me to sit down. Drink.
It’s true that sad people don’t bullshit.
We were all in a pile of peanut rice, not even a few conversations, and he took a sip of me and touched the glass from time to time.
And when each of us drank two bottles of wine, the leaves and yoga seized what I had in my hand, and asked, “What did you think after that?”
“Break up and give up.” I shrugged.
The leaves noded and said, “Oh. Good. I’m sorry.
“What about you? What do you think? “I don’t care about leaf yoga.
“O Me!” He drank half a bottle of beer, and the tone dipped: “Absent it, too. I can’t. They don’t take me seriously. I’m sorry.
His eyes were on my face, and it was very interesting.
“What a mess! Sounds worse than me. “Who is this?” Why didn’t you tell me? I’m sorry.
“So many questions? Are you going to pay me a girlfriend? I’m sorry.
He scratched his lips and put his finger on my head.
“Hey! What’s so hard about it? What do you like about her? I’ll find you one just like that! * On the alcohol, I’m talking *
“Really? “The leaves and the yoga drop off the wine and suddenly look at me and laugh.
Too gentle.
It’s so soft that I can’t hold my neck.
But he quickly turned his eyes away and picked up the wine and pointed it out: “First, she’s good, long, white. After that, he slipped his head around my leg.
“The second point, she’s smart, she’s a schoolboy. It’s stupid sometimes, but most of the time, it’s a bad idea to blink and blink. “The leaves and yoga continue.
“Three o’clock, she’s cute. You’re cute when you’re stupid, and you’re cute when you’re thinking about it. I’m sorry.
I’ve got the wine in my hand, and my head’s starting to get dizzy, and my eyes are red, and my head is nodding.
“And fourth point…”
I have a big tongue. Nod my head. Say it. I’m sorry.
I saw the leaves’s mouth open and closed, but I couldn’t hear a word… and then, when it was dark, my head sunk to the table.
Drunk.
Hello? I’m sorry.
Hello? I’m sorry.
Somebody’s pushing me. And when he pushed me, he called me: ‘Send! Can you hear me?’
I wrinkled my head hard, waved my hand, and said, “Yes, I can hear you.” I’m sorry.
“Oh. * The sound stops, and then I hear the chairs moving, and the footsteps, and then I feel like I’m just a little light on my legs, and the whole person is held up.*
I fell into the arms of a blue moon’s laundromat, fresh and refreshing, like grass after summer rain.
And the voice said to me, “My sister, you’re drunk. I’ll take you back to your dorm. I’m sorry.
But the words that are repulsive are soft.
“Don’t call me sister and call me sister.” I’m sorry.
It’s a dull laugh coming from the chest.
Then I felt his nose close, he was hot, listening to a 12-minute familiar sound, ringing in my ear:
“Sister. I’m sorry.
“…the heart hurts so hard that a name that’s hidden on the tip of the tongue comes out of its mouth.
Nanxia?
I can’t believe I’m hearing Nancy’s voice!
Mumbling out his name, be careful.
The next moment,
I feel like I’m holding my arm.
9
I feel like I’m really drunk and I feel like I’m here!
It’s probably a dream.
I had a familiar voice in my ear, and it was hot and red in my ear, with a sly test:
Sister, is your nickname grapefruit soda? I’m sorry.
I noded my head, and I pulled his sleeve and I said, “Who are you?” I’m sorry.
“Sister, it’s Nancy. I’m sorry.
Nanxia?
Really Nanxia?
I tried to open my eyes, but my eyelids were heavy, so I grabbed his sleeve, and I asked, “Narsha, didn’t you want me? I’m sorry.
The people around me didn’t react, and I had a light touch on my forehead, like a hand that brushed my sea, and I could feel a sight burning in my face. It was only then that he cried, “The old sister liked it. I’m sorry.
“Aah?”
“So, Susan, you like me, huh? The hand lifted my chin. It’s full of masked laughs.
My tears came to me in tears, reminiscent of the grief of these days, with one thrust in his arms.
And a kiss fell gently upon my eyes, wet, whether it be his lips or my tears.
And in the smell of his breath, my hand grabbed his chest.
He kissed a little bit along my eyes, down and moved to my lips.
But it stopped at the moment they were about to be touched.
That look seems to have looked at me for a long, long time.
As if my lips were a rare treasure.
It’s not…
Brother, if you don’t kiss me, I’m going to sleep!
Since it’s a spring dream!
Can you be more efficient?
It’s the wine, it’s the guts, my heart, my hands around his neck, and it’s the head, and it bites hard.
10
All sour and soft, the sun shines evenly in my face at 6:00 in the morning.
And my sleeping position is a little weird:
I’m like a cow frog who’s stepped on one foot, stretching out and lying on the bed, oh no, on a man…
What?
The smell of the familiar blue moon’s laundry is filled with wine, and the bed beneath it is soft, and those beneath it –
Very hard.
“The leaves, the leaves and the yoga!” I’m sorry.
That’s when I found out we seemed to be in bed in a fast-track hotel. This guy appears to have a double-bedroom in a fake manner.
However, as we all know, a double bed is a setup for men and women, and when the light is dark, two bodies are automatically squeezed into one of them like magnets.
The man below seems to be asleep, with his chin on my forehead, and his hands on my waist.
It seems that I was held by him all night. He sensed my movement, woke up, wrinkled his frown and changed his position, but his hands held me even tighter. He breathed close, softly sprayed on my forehead, shaking my hangover little heart.
“Hey! Hey! Hey! “I’m blushing to push him away.
Huh? * He finally opened his eyes, saw me and said *
And you put me in your arms and you’re gonna sleep again.
I was shocked by this “sister-in-law” sound. Stay where you are.
Leaf yoga has just woken up with lazy, bassy.
And this voice, and this name, in my world, belongs to only one person.
I took a big bite of the arm of the leaf and looked at the man with his teeth on his mouth, but he was still blindfolded, and I looked at him.
“Speak! Why do you call me Juan! I’m sorry.
“Aah?”
Say it! “I pulled his arm and bit again.
“Hey, hey, murder your husband, or I’ll get a family violence!” I’m sorry.
“Did you peek at my phone?” You saw my chat with Nanxia? Leaf Yoo, be a man! I’m sorry.
“Oh, my God,” he said a dirty word and looked at me and said, “I think I’m going back to my head and I’m going to stick my finger in my forehead and take it back.
He touched his cell phone from the nightstand, opened an apple store, downloaded a virtual lover app, log in, opened a dialogue box…
I thought it would be a big operation. Neonet is slow as a dog.
Just after I’ve waited so long, he’s had twenty white eyes, and he’s finally said something to the starter:
Are you stupid? I’m sorry.
In my gaze, he lifted his chin and showed me the phone.
I’m pretty sure I’m going to get an app, the next second, and there’s some stupid…
There’s an unread message, from the South.
Still, voice.
Sister, are you stupid?
Sister, are you stupid?
So…
My face is red.
Burn green.
Burn blue.
Burn purple.
Burn from above to below. Burning my toes can’t help it.
And the dog who sleeps with me looks at me with his face. And patiently await the completion of the magic fort beneath my feet.
When my mouth was wide and closed, it was big and closed, and I finally murmured:
“When did you know? I’m sorry.
Last night. You were drunk when you called Nancy. I’m sorry.
“Then we were last night…”
“You’ve been drinking too much, there’s a doorblock in the dorm. Of course, if it’s the usual, even if it’s closed, you have to be put back. But who lets you name yourself last night after drinking? I’m sorry.
I forced myself to stay awake and to throw the next question, “Well, why is your voice different?” I’m sorry.
“Come on, that’s a phone game. Who speaks with that voice in real life? Let’s just die.”
His hands started to get unfaithful, and he started to rip my ear off, around his fingers, rolls and rolls.
I’m upset.
“So you, you said you had someone you liked…” And I bit him on the lips.
He smiles at me, his fingers don’t stop, he even intentionally and accidentally touches my cheek, and he’s got a rough touch, and he’s like: “Well, yeah, I have a favorite person…”
“Who is it?” I’m losing my voice under the pressure of the eyes of the car.
“Don’t tell you. He’s a little close to me. “How can love speak with your mouth, sister? Love, is made up. I’m sorry.
“You, uh…” Even with it, my voice is low.
It’s murmured with water.
And when the lips were attached to them, I heard the leaves and the groaning:
“So, sister likes it. I’m sorry.
He kissed his hands and feet softly, and I was embarrassed to put my hands to his chest, and I didn’t want to admit:
“What’s this like?”
Leaf and yoga smiled, and once I grabbed the wrists of my two hands, turned me upside down.
“Of course it’s… . I’m sorry.
The kiss fell like a spring cherry flower, and it was wet and hot and charming, and I heard him complaining in the rain:
“I knew it. I didn’t want to pretend that long. * He’s got a little bit of my lips, he’s got his hands on my waist, he’s got his hands on me, he’s got his hands on me *
“That’s very cunning, sister. I’m sorry.
(concluded)
Do you think online love is credible? – A bowl of acid laught.
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
