Chapter 32

I don't understand why I can run so much.

In Chen Yao's words, it's like a wild donkey.

Someone said something similar to me many years ago, so I won the first mid- and long-distance running championship in my life.

Every year after that, whenever I participated in the competition, at least one champion was included, so a coach instigated me to practice track and field several times until my mother entered the Sports Group Office of Pinghai No. 1 Middle School.

When I saw me again, the coach said a few words.

The first sentence gave a thumbs up: You are amazing, your mother is even more amazing!

The second sentence is that after the physical education class was disbanded, he smiled all over his face: Look at you as a good seedling, but your mother treated me as a human trafficker!

The same goes for college. I can be said to be a beautiful scenery independent of the school of sports.

Even to a certain extent, the overall competitive level in colleges and universities is much worse than that in general higher.

So the medal is almost handy for me.

The sun was shining when the 3000-meter preliminaries were over, and I hid under the huge shadow of the rostrum, panting and wandering around.

Chen Yao's service was very attentive, and she used to wipe sweat and hand over water. She threatened that it would be better for you girls.

Until the statistics came out, we walked along the iron fence toward the outside of the sports field.

At first the sun was wafting, but later the shadows of poplar and birch fell.

Although thin, it is enough for us to steal such a little shade from the white-hot world.

Chen Yao's excitement and mottled light flashed on her little face, making her whole body flash and even blurted out to treat me to dinner.

It was at this moment that a sharp whistle came from the woods.

It's really sharp, reminiscent of a loud fart in the solemn auditorium.

It was Li Quoru who had no cock hair.

He waved at us with a cigarette in his arms and smiled. His fair and plump square face made the hair look like a borrowed inferior headband.

How I wish he could have a colorful cock hair again.

In addition to Li Queru, there are Feng Xiaogang, No. 15, the Academy of Arts, two cats and dogs with a little impression, and several girls dressed in avant-garde and cool style.

They sat or leaned on the ground to occupy two benches and a swing, emitting a sense of idleness without any mind.

I am familiar with this atmosphere. Throughout the 1990s, it also lingers in the yellow-haired young man who regards the billiards hall or the school gate as his home.

The only difference is that the latter uses ink to spun Love and Forget-me-not on the wrist, while the former has a three-digit painting clip, which is quite a bit of Bohemian artist style.

Of course, these have nothing to do with me. Nodded at them and I continued to walk.

But Feng Xiaogang got up and stopped me.

He dropped the drawing board, shouted Yan Lin, and then stepped to the fence in a few big strides.

I had to stop.

Several other artists also raised their heads and began to explore Chen Yao and me with a sensitive and romantic eye.

Including the fifteenth day, he glanced at me and his eyes quickly returned to the drawing board. As for what he was painting, only God knew.

Li Queru even followed Feng Xiaogang and walked up to prepare to contact me in a friendly manner.

What a fucking honor.

Awesome, you are worthy of being the pride of our Pinghai!

Feng Xiaogang smiled and handed a cigarette, "No need to mention the championship this year, we are from Pinghai people!"

I hesitated whether I should take it.

Even if I have shallow knowledge, I can still recognize China.

As far as I know, Feng Xiaogang does not smoke.

After playing a game last time, I met them several times more than the total number of times I met Feng Xiaogang in the past two years.

This is easy to understand. The Academy of Arts is in the new district, which is probably the scope of activities of these future artists.

However, Li Quoru from our hospital, for some unknown purpose, was like a black fly on a mung bean cake.

What is commendable is that he never took revenge on Yang Gang.

In fact, from the two subsequent games, the two avoided each other and basically had no friction.

Unfortunately, Li Queru and Feng Xiaogang are of limited level (especially the former), and they were scolded by No. 15 several times.

Fortunately, No. 15 insulted his teammates, otherwise you would have thought that this tall man was a mute.

This person talks too little, always has a gloomy and white face, just like someone who owes him 30 cents.

Nowadays, female friends may even take this set. The so-called melancholy artist temperament may have special effects on constipation.

His face is still turning quickly.

He was still kind during the competition last Thursday afternoon, and he immediately became aggressive after the opening ceremony of the sports meeting yesterday.

To be honest, I like the tough guys to be. The more I sway the better. I will fight back one by one and make you obey.

By comparison, Feng Xiaogang became more and more amiable, and he was too friendly and humble to let cigarettes and buy water.

We talked a few words during the game, and even communicated our names.

Li Junqi said that after a long time, you ran fast when you were in No. 1 Middle School. I saw that you had an impression, but I just couldn't remember to name it for a while.

Li Junqi is Feng Xiaogang.

At this moment, he gave up the soft China and wanted to click it for me.

Of course, I refused.

I pursed my lips, waved my hand and said: I will twitch again later.

Li Queru corrected Li Junqi's view, saying that even if I win the championship, it would be an honor for the law school, and Peace is not very important.

Then he smiled and asked: Don’t just run, how is your paper written?

These words resonated with Chen Yao, so she chuckled.

As you expected, the thesis incident became Chen Yao's recent victory. Any disagreement with her will be taken out to prove her foresight.

This way, I have nothing to say.

I could only refuse to answer, and I said: Damn.

I don't understand what this means, but the cool breeze in the woods made the girls' thighs look particularly white.

Naturally, No. 15's face was also very white, and it became even whiter when it was shrouded in the shadow.

He looked up and glanced at this side. He didn't know whether it was us or the playground, but his attention returned to the drawing board in a flash.

From a certain perspective, this guy looks very much like Chen Jianjun at least on TV, especially his nose and mouth, his delicate high and thinness, which is exactly the same.

Last time I squirted with Li Junqi (of course it was him, I had to endure the passionate and inexplicable friendship between fellow villagers due to cigarettes and water), I almost asked him who was on this fifteenth, but he couldn't speak.

Perhaps it was the noise behind me and the jumping sunshine that made me feel restless, but I finally took the cigarette into my mouth.

Li Junqi was able to show his friendship and humility again.

I vomited a few unformed smoke rings and asked them what they were painting.

Kill, Li Junqi turned his head and took a look. His arm was like a propeller. He was just having fun. He had no choice but to do anything extracurricular homework.

As he said this, he shrugged like an American.

You have to admit that this person has a good comedy talent and speaks Mandarin smoothly, and even when a straight-talking Pinghairen spits out of his mouth, it is inevitable that he is a little funny.

There is nothing to do about this. As far as I know, everyone in the 422 military factory is like this.

Not only language, they have their own independent kingdom, and their food, clothing, housing and use are all in the western mountainous areas. They are even as incredible as the altitude, and their living standards are far higher than those of the locals in the 1960s and 1970s.

They once had their own hospitals, post offices, supply and marketing cooperatives, elementary schools, junior high schools, and even high schools, but then they couldn't do it.

In fact, after Lin Biao's death, the entire 422 factory was in name only. Even though it was affiliated with the Seventh Machinery Bureau of the Ministry of Industry, its main output was some agricultural machinery.

By the end of the century, except for the rootless language, they were no different from the indigenous people of the Peace Sea.

And those who stick to third-tier factories have a worse life.

In high school, there were a few classmates in the class who were either rich or noble, so their parents were naturally smart people who went down the mountain early to become good.

However, Li Junqi couldn't speak anything about Pinghai. After all, his father had already left the military factory and entered the local bureaucratic system.

Putting aside his parents, his language environment is probably no different from that of Pinghai locals.

So when Chen Yao asked if this was a fellow villager, I didn’t know a single word of Pinghai dialect, I had nothing to say except emphasizing 422.

How many Pinghai people are there?

Chen Yao asked again.

Two, or three.

I threw away my cigarette butt, shook my head, hesitating whether to point it to her.

But behind him, a series of unrestrained laughter suddenly rang out.

It can't be said to be unrestrained, but the audio is really high, making people think of their plump red lips and exposed gums.

While laughing, the female voice said: Let's go, Chen Chen (sound), she is about to starve to death!

There was no choice, I glanced back.

Unexpectedly, on the 15th, he just came over. At the moment when his eyes were in contact, he held a cigarette and his thin lips moved: "What a f*ck, you're so anxious!"

The swaying shadows imprinted the light spots on his face, and the flashing was a little dazzling.

I couldn't help but squint.

Li Junqi leaned against Bai Yang's arms and embraced the painting clip. The straight tree trunk made his back more hunched.

Li Queru waved at me again, his smile as bright as the dead cock feather.

The two girls also smiled at me. Their hot pants were so short that their thighs were exposed, but their calves were wrapped tightly in the net stockings.

I can't bear this weird thing.

The playground is still crowded, accompanied by the increasingly smooth and greasy shouts, sticky and melting.

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The sun was very bright, even if it was shining at the bathroom door on the fifth floor of Hualian.

Newton said light is particles, Huygens said light is waves, but no matter what, it hits a human face like a layer of ice that quickly freezes.

Maybe it was really ice, people were bathed in the freshness and noise, but seemed to be motionless again.

The whole spring was frozen.

There are also the singing of Rene Liu, the steaming water vapor and the unbridled cumin flavor.

I walked along the aisle for a round trip, enjoying the dazzling array of consumers.

Life swept over and threw itself on it, soft and sticky.

Then there was a sound.

The dull sound of body striking, the moans rolling and quietly sliding down the throat, and the heavy breathing sound.

It's not a sudden one, but it's enough to catch people off guard.

I couldn't help but tremble, and even my head shook.

So a man and a woman appeared in the field of view, in the elevator opposite, about eight or nine meters away from me.

The woman was wearing a light yellow short skirt, leaning over to climb the elevator door, sticking her butt out like a bitch.

The man had long legs. While thrusting his hips funnyly, Kong Wu's powerful hands rubbed back and forth between his light yellow waist and hips.

It's hard to say why, when he held his trembling fat ass, he felt like a basketball was stuck.

I couldn't help but walk over, or rather, I didn't move, but they were getting closer and closer to me.

At first, my snow-white chest and the short ears of the shawl rippled wildly in the collar. Later, my small nose felt a little bit of sweat, and my delicate nails gradually turned white with the force. Later, I saw my reflection in the woman's sunglasses: the purple Lakers uniform, sweating profusely, and the boundless emerald green field.

This surprised me and I almost sat on the ground.

But the woman screamed more and more happily, her hair was loose, her red lips were blooming, and even her saliva drooped.

Just as I was trembling with my hands taking off the sunglasses, the elevator door closed.

There is no sound, no process.

While reminding myself to calm down, I pounded the metal door.

What answered me was the monotonous and boring dong dong sound and the rich and gorgeous guji.

I could even hear the echo of the water droplets.

I don't know how long it took, but the door finally opened.

Lu Yongping walked out.

Yes, Lu Yongping walked out, wearing a Sinopec work clothes, and his big belly was oily and smooth.

He held a black and iron smile and walked through me without allowing me to react at all.

My mother sat on the ground with her back against the jar, her long hair was wrapped around her, her water was shimmering, and her curled thighs were almost transparent.

It took me a long time to call me Mom, and in this moment, everything disappeared without a trace, except for a pool of water stains on the cracked ground.

I sniffed, and a strong choking smell of oil came, making me feel sick.

As she struggled to turn around, Chen Yao happened to return from the toilet.

In a hazy state, she said: What's wrong? You're sweating all over your head and can't write your paper?

Of course I have to write it. Once the school sports meeting is completed, I will have to celebrate my old congratulations next Thursday.

You may not believe it. Chen Yao and I are in the second grade of teaching to study.

For this purpose, I borrowed large pieces of Savigny and Ravac from the library and bought thick manuscript paper printed from XX University from a small store.

There is nothing else. I just think this can focus more, not just the whimsical desire to impress the hard-hearted Lao He through pure handicrafts.

This is of course Chen Yao’s idea.

At this moment, she was wearing headphones and shook her head and holding a book of Kinda Ikori, frowned at me from time to time, with a look of disgust.

There is also this way of reading mystery novels, which can only surprise people.

There were not many people in the classroom. Apart from the little men and women who were secretly engaged in some romantic mood, they were just active participants in the postgraduate entrance examination.

To be honest, the latter's goal has always been to prepare and give up early, and the fans of the exam are the greatest praise for them.

Of course, it doesn't matter. Apart from washing my face, I need to smoke a cigarette first.

This is the second time similar dream.

The first time was at the Provincial Normal University Guesthouse last weekend.

If you can't remember the details clearly, there must be a slight difference, and there are even huge differences. According to Freud, at most we can remember two or three percent of the dream.

But there is one thing that is beyond doubt. The last dream was more thorough and satisfying: Lu Yongping walked out of the utility room, walked through a messy yard, and swept through the sunny fields.

The wheat that has just emerged is green and charming, making the tomb mounds that are more gloomy and abrupt.

However, the sun shines brightly and the joyfulness is almost the same as firecrackers.

So Lu Yongping disappeared into a new tomb.

The tombstone is tall and thick, which reminds people of things like white dwarfs. Grandma stood aside and said: This is Shanxi Black Ah transported back from all over the world!

When I woke up, I was fucking the pussy next door, and the woman was crying and howling.

I stood up in sweat and stood at the head of the bed for a long time.

The moon reflected half of the face through the gauze window, and the Pinghe embankment not far away was white.

For a moment, I felt like I could hear the sound of the river flowing.

I opened two rooms that night, one of them and one of me.

Several times I had the urge to ask my mother, but I was defeated step by step in the sense of absurdity and self-doubt.

In the night, I must look like a monkey with sores on my butt.

The two ladies were very happy, especially their mother. The rare girlish breath almost drowns the vast moonlight under the urging of alcohol.

In the dim corridor, they were holding hands and twisting around exaggeratedly.

The mother wearing short high heels is much taller than Chen Yao. Her sunken waist is clenched under the constraints of her shirt, but her fat buttocks cast a rich shadow and dances around the surrounding walls.

She was happy and relaxed, just like Chen Yao's unrestrainedness and body.

Everything returned to its original state Monday morning.

My mother was even a little embarrassed and asked me secretly while Chen Yao was washing up. She didn’t drink much last night.

I had to laugh and say it was okay, it was not embarrassing.

She snorted coldly and knocked me out of the room.

After breakfast, despite repeated rejection, my mother took us to the East Gate Bus Station of Normal University.

Before leaving, for the first time, she did not flirt with her eyebrows like a mother, but instead rolled down the car window and waved at us.

Chen Yao smiled like a flower along the way, but she didn't say much.

It was not until she went to the college that she gave her speech at the meeting: Your mother is really a beautiful woman!I'm dizzy!

I was also dizzy, not much different from a pot of porridge outside the window.

Monday morning is a civil litigation class.

It was only after lunch that I was able to check the strange number starting with 131.

The place of ownership is Pingyang.

I tried to search online, rightfully without any useful information.

As the fools snore and hesitated, I finally gave up the strong idea of ​​greeting each other.

The four classes were full in the afternoon, and Xiao Li, the real estate law, returned again.

Except for the mysterious aura of a woman with postpartum depression, he was as usual.

However, this hot commodity that was ticked by many female classmates during class time in the past is now rare, so Xiao Li was so gentle when he lectured, as if he would fall asleep in the next second.

Fortunately, from time to time, he had to stare at the bridge of his nose and shook his head nervously, and self-hypnosis was interrupted.

Dear Li Ah, some things are like shadows cast on the bridge of your nose. Unless you take off your glasses, it will be useless to shake your head hard.

That's right, I think so, I'm distracted and I don't know where I am.

I finally called that phone number that night.

At first, he was in the corridor where ghosts were crying and wolves, but later he got into the toilet, put on his pants, walked through the holly bush, and ran along the long and lonely cement corridor to the playground.

It took a long time before someone answered him, and he was indeed a man.

Mandarin, a very magnetic voice, like it is worn through three thousand old cowhides.

He said: Hello?

I said: Hello.

He said: That, who are you?

I said: Who are you?

He hung up the phone, more decisive than I expected.

He called in again and said: Hello!

I said: Hello!

I thought he would say something, but I didn't expect that there would be no sound.

I think I should say something, but I really don't know what to say.

So no one spoke.

I could hear his breathing.

Soon, he said he was sick and hung up the phone again.

That's it, there's nothing we can do about it.

What I thought at the time was that if this was filming a TV series, I might be able to warn him not to harass Zhang Fenglan.

Thinking of this, I was even moved by my humor and laughed out loud.

That night, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, the breeze was blowing, and the couple were walking were romance, and the fitness experts were furiously wearing down their knees.

The tennis court was brightly lit, and a strange Latin American dance music came faintly.

Even in slippers, I ran.

After smoking, Chen Yao was fascinated by reading it.

When I sat down, she suddenly turned her face and said: You scared me to death!

It scared me so much.

The paper has not been finished, but Chen Yao has read several official history books of Henggou after several self-study sessions.

I don't know if I'm accompanying the school or she's working with her.

Have dinner with Dabo in the evening.

This is as energetic as ever.

In contrast, I, a simple person, emitted a little cold and slutty atmosphere.

After three rounds of drinking, he conveyed two themes: First, there is a waist band in Yunnan, which is very attitude, you have to listen; Second, PK14 is coming next week, our team has a warm-up scene, a good opportunity!

It's indeed a good opportunity, worth a few drinks!

But Chen Yao asked: Are you rich?

Of course there is!

Dabo shook his hair, and after a lot of struggle, a wonderful blush appeared on his face. Who can do it if you don’t have money!You are provoking our bottom line!

Yes, not only are you rich, but you also have free wine, as long as you pay the registration fee first!

The lights were turbid and the voices were noisy, so I couldn't help but sigh.

What does it mean?

Dabo hit my shoulder hard, don’t be impotence in your dick at that time!

I pressed down the beer that was surging up and wanted to solemnly ask my friends to be relieved. I am as hard as iron, how could I become impotent?

However, before I could speak, my phone rang.

Maybe it has been ringing for a while.

It was my mother, she asked me what I was doing and she never answered the phone.

I said: I didn't hear it when I was having a meal.

If you don’t have deaf ears, your grandma probably won’t convince you.

My mother's smile was crisp and long. When I sat down on the steps outside the hotel, she picked up the conversation again. There will be a performance at Pingyang Grand Theater in two days. What do you think?

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I wonder how many guys have read "Analysis of Dreams"?Freund's theory is briefly summarized as follows:

First, dreams are the realization of wishes.The purpose of anxious dreams is comfort.For example, Lu Yongping's death.

Second, dreams have their own review mechanism, and only by disguising them can they pass the review.For example, the disgusting oil smells irritating.

Third, the association element.The dreamer may be a pile of multiple elements, and the direct association of a certain element can reflect a certain aspect of his identity.For example, basketball.