Chapter 526

Yes, I'm a visionary of system certification. ——Lu Zhengkang

lying in his arms, I found that my heart beat faster. How can I sleep? In fact, I didn't feel sleepy. But it's really embarrassing. I'm a man, but I'm lying in the arms of another man, who is actually myself, but also my girlfriend and childhood sweetheart.

As far as I'm concerned, I can't describe it. I haven't met such a mysterious thing in my two lives. Good, cuddling the little girl, happy, horseshoe fluttering, in this summer drink a glass of ice sand, comfortable talk about the ideal of life, who can think, this nap time, I was cuddled in the arms of the little girl.

I really want to find something to compare my situation, but my mind is blank. I can't remember any suitable allusions.

Lying quietly, I didn't want to move, like a dog caught by the back of my neck. It's a bit pleasant.

With my eyes closed, since I can't sleep, I'll think for a while. I am male, female, ha ha, the first sentence almost made me laugh.

A man is both a man and a woman. He is a man in front of the object and a woman in front of others. So whether I am a man or a woman depends on the observer, so I am a hermaphrodite of Schrodinger.

Speaking of bisexuals, there are so many people with gender cognitive impairment in the world. Are they similar to me, a soul living in the body of the opposite sex. Hehe, I never discriminate against this group. I don't discriminate against all the people struggling in the situation of no choice. I only despise those who complain. Even if I am in such a dilemma today, at least I am not afraid, nor afraid, nor disgusted with myself.

Girl, my dear girl. I became your appearance, I will rotate for you on the stage, like a proud swan, calmly facing the eyes of those mediocre people, I am not afraid.

Ah, there are many wonderful images in my brain. I don't know whether it's my delirium or the memory hidden in Su Xiangli's brain.

Let me enjoy this beautiful dream, whether it's my own or Su Xiangli's, as long as I lie in a warm embrace, even watching horror movies can be warm.

There are orange lights in the distance on the car windows. There are some village houses in the valley. The only difference between the low buildings and the dark green vegetation covered with haze is that the people's residential area will shine, and the light will be projected on the wet windows of the carriage in front of me.

Oh, it's visual, but it's strange. I haven't seen this village, but I've been on such a slow green train. There is a pungent smell of instant noodles and smoke in the car. I don't smoke, but I don't hate the smell of smoke. Maybe the respiratory tract is more tolerant.

Besides, the light, shining on the misty window, fainted into a small octahedral bright spot, like a picture with inaccurate focus. In fact, people's eyes are similar to cameras, and they are even worse. Only a small point is really focused on. The rest of the scenes are formed by rapid scanning and brain toning.

I think of my present state again, lying in the hard pectoralis major of my beloved girl. It was originally my pectoralis major muscle, which could crush walnuts. I tried it myself. Pecan is hard, but it's not as strong as you. In other words, why don't I go through martial arts dramas? I'm absolutely a unique martial arts talent.

So what allusions can I find to describe my present predicament? Allusions, in fact, are old stories, famous sayings and so on, which are popular with people through the fermentation of time.

at the beginning of the century, most of the familiar allusions can be traced back to the feudal dynasty. By the end of the century, can some allusions from the beginning of the century be used as allusions?

It still can't be. It's not in the textbook.

Of course, it's not that without textbooks, it's not necessarily allusion. What happened to Su Xiangli and I actually had a literary concept for a long time. Regardless of all kinds of strange stories, it's easy to understand the animated film "your name". The same exchange of bodies, the same intimacy.

But the problem is that the hero and heroine in the film span life and death time and forget each other's names. Su Xiangli and I are two people. What's your name in the movie It's not suitable for us.

Our situation should be briefly summarized as "your pectoralis major".

The first thing I do every day is to feel my pectoralis major. Sadly, my cup is bigger than Su Xiangli's.

Well.

After a long time of wishful thinking, I could not help but open my eyes. Su Xiangli was looking at the table.

Have you finished the smoothie?

"You steal it?"

"No

"You smell of watermelon in your mouth."

"Wow, you're a dog?"

"This body is yours."

"I don't care. You're a puppy."

Su Xiangli and I bickered, but looking at our faces, we were a little bored. We are not narcissistic people, looking at their own face will not feel tired of seeing."Why don't we go home?" I saw that Su Xiangli was also feeling uncomfortable, so I pushed the boat along the river.

The boy blinked, this action in the original, is able to make my heart beat, Su Xiangli has long thick eyelashes, set off her eyes are sharp. But now it's a man who blinks foolishly.

Come on. In my heart, I disdain, but in my body, I feel joyful and contradictory, which makes me feel uncomfortable. Let's leave for a while.

Farewell to Su Xiangli and return to Su's house.

My mother-in-law, Yang Chun, is working in the kitchen, but there is no banquet today.

She really only loves delicious food, and the only requirement for Su Xiangli is to study hard and make white cake with heart.

"Xiangli, come here."

I obediently ran into the kitchen, very clever appearance, Yang Chun looked at me up and down, "how so honest, why go at noon?"

"Drink watermelon smoothie."

Ms. Yang nodded, "bingsha, you'd better drink less. You don't want to come to my aunt in two days. Pay attention to your health."

"Thank you, mom. It's very kind of you."

"Why do you want to thank me? Come on, try to see if you are unfamiliar with the craft. You can make this jujube rice cake..."

In the bright kitchen, mother points out the white glutinous rice flour floating on the table. In women's hands, those stories about plant growth get a new interpretation. Food is also a living thing, the organic matter poured into the soul. How can it not be regarded as a kind of life.

At such a time, I realized a kind of thing called inheritance, craftsmanship and spirit. In the Chinese kitchen, the people and machines of cooking are changing, but there is always something unchanged, which is the focus on taste buds.

Ms. Yang Chun, it's a luxury to love delicious food now, but she devoted herself to it.

Sometimes, there is only a slight difference between persistence and obstinacy, between character and affectation, between practice and hard labor.

Su Xiangli said that she didn't like her mother and didn't understand her intention of fiddling with that dish for more than ten hours a day. She felt that her mother was in a small declining circle. A group of people still insisted on making food by hand in the era of common household machinery, just holding a group to warm themselves in the cold winter.

That's all right. It's just not to be blamed. If Su Xiangli felt that her mother didn't love her enough, how could Yang Chun pass on her gift to her daughter.

"Silly girl, what are you laughing at?"

"Nothing, just to say, mom, I love you."

Ms. Yang Chun, shyly turned her head. What I saw at that moment was the story of silent love given to us by time.