Chapter 183 Her fetus

The problem is that he is no longer an outsider

On that rainy day, the girl in a white dress holding a red umbrella on the lead-gray road had already stretched out her arms and pulled him into the rolling red dust that he had disdained before.

In the past, he felt that everything around him seemed free and false, so he could dip in ink with his hands and treat the world as a cold scroll and draw it at will.

But I don’t know when, but I never really have a strong desire to taste the food. As long as the food is not too difficult to swallow, it is no different for him. When I first went to the kitchen, I would carefully observe the ingredients and tastes that the person likes, carefully calculate the amount of salt and various seasonings, and use the hands that I only held a pen to pick up the spoon in the foggy kitchen to taste the taste, and then reveal a smile that I didn’t even notice.

He never did anything deliberately, everything seemed to come from instinct

In countless moments of deep affection with her, the naturally dry heart that was thought to be different from ordinary people, he felt unprecedented joy and vitality as if it were everlasting.

The feeling of the whole person being lit up with the warmth of life made him unable to wait to write down the warm words and sentences that were born by the goddess of love after the girl fell asleep quietly.

He would kiss her carefully and carefully when she was in her sleep, as if she couldn't kiss her enough

He always felt that if he wasn't afraid that she would be annoyed, he could just kiss her like this all day, or just stare at her quietly, and it was as satisfying and tearful as kissing her.

He thought that although he liked her a little too much, he was just like admiring a flower or a cloud

But she is so beautiful after all, he is a little addicted

He thought, he just suddenly wanted to love someone, which was not much different from before.

However, he did not expect that the love he had never encountered would be such a power that would make people lose control.

That day

The black umbrella in his hand was shaking in the wind and rain, and the crackling raindrops filled his disordered heartbeat

The person in the car seemed to want to get off the car and then turned back temporarily. The door opened a crack and ambiguous and sticky moans were leaking.

As a writer who is inspirational, Zhang Liao, in addition to carrying a notebook with him and recording the moments of thought that the sun and the moon have given him, sometimes also has a mini camera close to his body, saving some pictures that cannot be depicted in appropriate text for the time being.

And at that moment, his numb fingers pressed the shutter in a terrible way

He fell in love with her on a rainy day, and he hated her on a rainy day.

He suddenly felt very romantic

He hummed a song, turned around and returned with an umbrella.

He staggered a little while walking on the steps, and he just thought, maybe he should change to a more anti-slip floor tiles.

He opened the door, and the warm yellow light came to his face with the aroma of the meal.

Behind him, the mountains collapsed and the tsunami was falling, Qiao Yue fell into decline

Crack, silly

He was always quiet, even the cracks were

When a poet loses his pure appreciation and his flowers are unbearable by other tourists even if he looks at them, he will no longer be a poet, but a madman

Genius and madness are only a thread away

The story he wrote specifically for her was different from the light and cool style of writing in the past. This story, which even punctuation marks were filled with sunshine, was unable to continue writing after only half of it.

He thought he could wait for her for the rest of his life, but now, even the words have left him

The words are his lungs

A person who can't breathe can't wait for her

However, when he thought he was about to suffocate to death the next moment, there was always a cup of warm water that was handed over to put it on his hand and gave him some oxygen to survive on.

He finally degenerated into her fetus, a fetus that could not breathe independently, and could not even ask for a call.

In fact, he is not a real fetus, he can speak, but he opened his mouth and finally closed his mouth

In the darkness, he was hungry, but he was still curled up quietly and obediently, hoping that this merciful umbilical cord could give alms to some nutrients that finally belonged to him.

The door was knocked open from outside, and a tall hedgehog-headed boy rushed into the room like a calf, swung the dirty sports bag in his hand randomly, kicked his sneakers, and jumped onto the sofa, jumping three feet high

Before my butt could get warm, the boy's nose suddenly moved, his eyes lit up, he jumped up and didn't wear shoes, so he just pulled his head into the kitchen

Hey? Mom, why are you cooking? This is not a festival, why don’t Aunt Liu make it? He looked at it again and stopped urging, wow! The dumplings made!

When the middle-aged woman who was working in front of the stove heard this, she turned around and glared at him: I know dumplings! A young and unscrupulous person, what days should you think about?

The boy scratched his head, frowned and thought for a long time, and his eyes finally lit up: I just said, it turned out to be my brother's birthday? Oh, this is not right, I didn't see you cook in person when I celebrated my birthday.

When the woman heard this, she immediately laughed happily, waved to him, and signaled him to come over, and said quietly: This time it's different, this time your brother said he wants to bring people back