I didn't persuade him to go out and look for a job.
He didn't advise me to go out and look for a job.
We just ate and slept, slept and ate, and there was no darkness.
We lack exercise and take turns catching colds.
He's fine. I have a cold. I'm fine. He caught a cold.
But we are too lazy to open the window.
Maybe lazy. Maybe it's fear
Afraid of noise. Afraid of the sun.
We walked around the room barefoot, naked and without turning on the light.
Occasionally lie on the balcony and watch the stars.
But at night in Guangzhou, there are no stars, and it is foggy all night.
When I woke up in the middle of the night, my boyfriend snored deafening.
Sometimes, when I open my eyes, my boyfriend will see me sitting on him.
Then, smile and go back to sleep.
Sometimes, when I wake up from a nightmare and sweat profusely, my boyfriend will look up, look at me gently and touch my wet hair.
It's dark, but I can still see the light in my boyfriend's black pupil.
I looked at it carefully, and there was a little white light in the center of the pupil, like the light reflected outside the house, and like the white light from my boyfriend's wet eyes that he had just cried. I couldn't concentrate on solving this problem.
Maybe malnutrition is getting worse, or I dare not think about it.
Is it true that my boyfriend secretly cried while I was asleep?
Why are you crying again?
Day and night, we all touch and hug together, aren't we happy?
He often hides in the bathroom to smoke for half an hour.
At first I thought he was hiding in it to masturbate or inject some kind of drug addiction.
But every time I sneak into the toilet paper bucket while he is sleeping, I can't find any evidence.
I sometimes masturbate when he goes back to his hometown to see his 78-year-old grandmother every month.
Those three days were the time when I was most afraid.
I am more nervous and insecure than usual. I have to make sure that the doors and windows are closed, and I have to make sure again. I didn't sleep until the night climbed the curtain a little.
Once, the landlord came to collect the rent.
It was three o'clock in the afternoon.
I'm taking a nap.
I don't know. Maybe I never woke up.
I heard someone knocking at the door.
I woke up from a dream.
Thought the house was robbed.
Or someone wants to be mean to me.
I didn't recognize this familiar voice until the landlord called the name of the male basin friend at the door.
My boyfriend and I haven't worked for more than half a year, and we have been supported by his little money.
Sometimes when he wakes up in the middle of the night, his face is bright, which is the light from the computer.
In order not to disturb me, I bought silencers for my keyboard and mouse.
As for what novels he wrote, I never asked.
But I fantasize that the heroine is me.
We are like two mice, hiding in a dark and humid room all day, talking very little, eating and sleeping, and eating when we sleep.
Sleeping here, you can understand at will.
Yes, we have no future plans, so we may not get married, let alone have children.
Maybe we won't have a future at all.
He said that I was often depressed, either sitting in bed with my knees in a daze or lying on the carpet reading boring illustrations.
I also quarreled with him, saying that he was like a vampire who crawled out of the coffin of a Gothic church in the18th century.
Pale face, thin skin, pulled by me, like an old man.
As soon as he was in pain, he threw me onto the bed, pressed me hard, and made me beg him, gnashing his teeth and shouting "Let you pull me, let you pull me", as if he were really a vampire and would eat me.
Then I perked up and pulled out my legs to clamp his waist.
And then ... and then it's hard to describe ...
He was afraid that I was too bored, so he bought a brown-haired cat from the Internet.
The day I arrived, I was lying in bed reading a book.
Suddenly, I felt how great Mao Mao's ass was.
Scared me to fly out of bed.
Turned a look, two big eyes MengMeng staring at me.
"ah! Kitty！” I almost screamed.
Then I immediately grabbed it from my boyfriend and held it in my arms. I rubbed my face. "It's so cute." I have been rubbing it.
It's too late for my boyfriend to regret it. I understand his feelings from the fall of the imperial concubine to the cold palace lady.
hahaha.
Those days, I almost forgot that I had a boyfriend at home.
My boyfriend has given up, hiding in the corner, writing his own novel and not interfering with my sweet world life with Xiao Mei (the name I gave the kitten).
Since then, there has been a little girl besides me at home.
But a few days later, I don't know why, smiles send us light has been diarrhea.
At first, I felt that the food I fed it was not clean.
I didn't pay much attention to it, let alone show it to the doctor.
A few days later, it died.
Died of panleukopenia in cats.
It's cat plague.
Blame us, too
Don't like cleanliness.
Usually I don't like taking out the garbage or washing the floor.
Anyway, I fell asleep and cried in those days.
My boyfriend wants to buy another one. I stopped him.
The reason is that I don't want to kill another innocent kitten.
Besides, I may never think of its name.
Little girl? Little girl? This is unfair to Xiaomi.
After that, we lived two lives.
From falling in love to being tired of each other, it only takes one sex.
But they can't live without each other and can't kill each other.
Yes, I once thought about killing my boyfriend in a hundred ways.
Then he killed himself with a knife.
But I am actually more afraid of death than my boyfriend.
I think it's not good to jump off a building. The moment you land, it will definitely hurt to death. If you don't die, it will hurt even more.
Taking sleeping pills, it's worse to die online, and I have to have my stomach pumped. It's terrible.
Hanging yourself is probably the most direct and painless method I can think of.
But it's ugly to die, so give up.
Besides, I want my boyfriend to be one step ahead of me and commit suicide by hanging himself, which is more difficult than suicide.
Because I am afraid of death, it must be very difficult for me to kill myself.
Think about it, I can only strangle my boyfriend in bed at the moment of orgasm.
Or, it is said that orgasm may lead to fainting or sudden death.
This should be the happiest and most wonderful death in the world.
Fly together and die in the most comfortable bed.
Why would I kill my boyfriend?
I think I am tired of this tired day.
My boyfriend and I met in an online forum.
At that time, he had not written a novel.
I like him because of his poems.
On and off for more than two years.
These six months are the days when we live together.
I quit my job in graphic design, and he quit his job as an ios development programmer.
The two hit it off and lived a life without nine to six.
I didn't want to know more about each other's past, family background and future ambitions, and I ignored them.
We should all be crazy.
It takes two crazy people to decide together without hesitation.
Life together, like my flowing essay, is rambling and boring. I can't believe you're seeing this.
Now that we are all here, I'll type a few more words.
Actually, the cat didn't get sick and die.
I fell from the sixth floor and died.
That day, I got bipolar disorder.
Touching the little girl's head and eating raw pork meekly, I really feel that this little creature is eating meat contentedly and happily.
What a soft scalp and a warm little body.
Touching, I suddenly felt my head was hot and my expression on her face was extremely distorted.
Although I didn't go to the bathroom to look in the mirror, I could clearly feel my eyes staring at the maximum, my eyebrows and scalp almost supported to the top of my head, and my mouth was pulled close to my ears.
I was burying my face in my heart and laughing, but I tried my best to suppress that ecstasy.
Yes, I lied to you.
This is not bipolar disorder at all.
It's like I'm in ecstasy, killing the kitten who trusted me wholeheartedly and eating unsuspecting.
I suddenly slipped smoothly, and my fingers slipped skillfully and aptly on the thin neck of little ya ya. Then I put one finger together, lifted it hard, and I strangled the little girl.
No matter how it struggles, jumps and grabs my hand, I just won't let go.
Hold it flat and walk all the way to the balcony.
There is still a ferocious twisted smile on his face. Almost in less than a second, I saw Xiao Ya fall to the ground.
I looked down on the railing, my heart was pounding, but I couldn't laugh until I choked back my tears and my smile was still on my face, which was silent and terrible.
And the horror of the little girl is indescribable.
I'm afraid you will have nightmares. Stop here.
Why? Why on earth.
In hindsight, I might want to know what it would be like for me or my boyfriend to jump off the sixth floor.
Give up ghosts. Or struggle a few times before you die
All of the above are just my own fictional plots.
The true story may be more terrible and disgusting than this, but at present only my girlfriend who is serving a sentence in prison for intentional cruelty to animals knows it.
Before being taken away by the police, she refused to say a word to me, even if she didn't leave a word of repentance.
I wrote all the above plots 162 novel. After writing this article, I may really starve to death in this rental house.
Because after this article, some readers will definitely think that I am cruel, dark, abnormal, and even want to kill my cat and my boyfriend, and then these readers will boycott me, including my kind editor who often contributes, and this time not only won't give me a penny, but even want to kill me angrily. I lied to him for half a year, constructed a boyfriend and lived with him.
But, dear good people, how do you know whether this story in my mouth is true or not?
Even in order to make the story look less true, I deliberately left out some important details that are not easy to attract readers' attention.
Everything wants you to start from scratch and pick up the details you left behind because of the confusing plot.
But maybe it's nothing, who knows.
Maybe there is no one else in this rental house except me, a laid-off and sloppy woman who quit her graphic design job, including the brown kitten and the man who is an ios programmer.
However, it is also possible that I made up my girlfriend. She is sleeping in bed and occasionally wakes up to see her boyfriend's face shining, banging on the manuscript to be handed in tomorrow, getting this month's manuscript fee, and then hiding in this dark and humid room in the dark.
Forget it. It is late at night. I have to get up early tomorrow and go back to my hometown to see my grandmother.
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