Yes, I am a system certification visionary. Lu Zhengkang
Lying in the arms of my own body, I found that my heartbeat was a little faster. How can I sleep? In fact, I didn't feel sleepy at first. But the current state is really too embarrassing. I am a man, but I am lying in the arms of another man.
, and that man is actually myself, but he is also my girlfriend and my childhood sweetheart.
My current state is really indescribable. I have never encountered such a mysterious thing in my entire life. I am fine, hugging the little girl, enjoying the spring breeze, fluttering horse hooves, and having a drink in this summer.
Smoothie, talking about life ideals comfortably, who would have thought that this time of taking a nap would be replaced by me being held in the arms of a little girl.
I really wanted to find something to describe my situation, but my mind went blank and I couldn't think of any suitable allusion.
Lying quietly, I didn't want to move, like a dog being grabbed by the scruff of the neck. It felt a bit comfortable.
I closed my eyes, and since I couldn't fall asleep, I just thought about it for a while. I am male and female, hahaha, the first sentence almost made me laugh.
A person is both male and female. He is male in front of the object and female in front of others. Therefore, whether I am male or female depends on the observer, so I am Schrödinger's hermaphrodite.
Speaking of intersex people, there are so many people with gender cognitive impairment in the world. Are they similar to me, with a soul living in the body of the opposite sex? Hey, I never discriminate against this group, and I don’t discriminate against all those who are struggling in a situation where they cannot choose.
I only despise those who blame others. Even if I am in such a predicament today, at least I am not afraid or afraid, let alone disgusted with myself.
Girl, my dear girl. I have become like you, and I will spin on the stage for you, like a proud swan, calmly facing the eyes of those mediocre people, I am not afraid.
Ah, so many wonderful images appear in my mind. I don't know whether it's my delirium or the hidden memories in Su Xiangli's brain.
Let me appreciate this beautiful dream, whether it is my own or Su Xiangli's, as long as I lie in a warm embrace, even watching a horror movie can still make me feel warm.
The car window is dimmed with orange lights in the distance. There are some village houses in the mountain col. The low buildings and the dark green vegetation covered with mountains and mist. The only difference is that the place where people live will shine, and the light will be projected over me.
The glass window of the carriage in front of me was wet with raindrops.
Oh, a sense of déjà vu, but also very strange. I have never seen this village, but I have taken a train like this, a slow green train. There is the pungent aroma of instant noodles and the smell of cigarette smoke in the carriage.
I don’t smoke, but I don’t hate the smell of smoke. Maybe my respiratory tract is more tolerant.
Besides, the light shines on the misty window and blooms into small octahedron-shaped bright spots, like an out-of-focus photo. Human eyes are actually similar to cameras, and they are even worse. Only a small amount of light is really focused.
At one point, the rest of the scene is formed by quick glances and brainstorming.
I remembered the current state again, lying in the hard pectoralis major of the girl I loved. Those were originally my pectoralis major muscles, which could crush walnuts. I tried it myself, and the pecans were hard, but they were still not as good as my father’s steel bars.
Gu. By the way, why didn’t I travel through time in a martial arts drama? My physique is definitely that of a unique martial arts prodigy.
My thoughts have gone around in circles, so what allusions can I find to describe my current predicament? Allusions are actually old stories, famous quotes, etc., and after the fermentation of time, they become popular among the people.
At the beginning of the century, most of the familiar allusions could be traced back to the feudal dynasty. Now that we are at the end of the century, can some of the stories from the beginning of the century also be used as allusions?
Still doesn't work, it's not in the textbook.
Of course, it doesn’t mean that if there are no textbooks, it must not be considered an allusion. What happened to Su Xiangli and I has actually been a literary concept for a long time. Regardless of all kinds of strange novels, let’s just talk about the animated movie called “Yours”.
"Name", it's easy to understand. Same body exchange, same intimate relationship.
But the problem is that the male and female protagonists in the movie span time and space and have forgotten each other's names. Su Xiangli and I are clearly two people. So the sentence "What is your name?" in the movie is placed here.
It's not appropriate.
Our situation can be briefly summarized as "your pectoralis major".
The first thing I do when I get up every day is probably to feel whether my pectoralis major muscles are still there. Sadly, I, a man, have a bigger bra cup than Su Xiangli.
well.
I had been thinking wildly for a long time, and the little sleepiness I had had disappeared. I had no choice but to open my eyes. When I raised my eyes, Su Xiangli was looking at the table.
Finished the smoothie?
"You drank secretly?"
"No."
"Your mouth tastes like watermelon."
"Wow, are you a dog?"
"This body is yours."
"I don't care, you are just a puppy."
Su Xiangli and I quarreled, but looking at my face made me feel a little bored. We are not narcissistic people, and we will never get tired of looking at my face.
"Let's go back to our respective homes?" I saw that Su Xiangli also felt awkward, so I went along with the flow.
The boy blinked. This action would have made my heart skip a beat before. Su Xiangli had long, thick eyelashes that made her eyes sharp. But now it was a man making a silly blinking expression.
Come on. I feel disdainful in my heart, but I feel happy in my body. It’s so contradictory and makes me feel uncomfortable. Let’s break up for a while.
Say goodbye to Su Xiangli and return to the Su family's residence.
Mother-in-law Yang Shuan is working in the kitchen, but she did not entertain guests today.
She really only loves food, and all she wants from Su Xiangli is to study hard and make white pastries with all her heart.
"Xiangli, come here."
I ran into the kitchen obediently, looking very well-behaved. Yang Wan looked me up and down, "Why are you so honest? Why did you go there at noon?"
"Drink watermelon smoothie."
Ms. Yang nodded, "Smoothies, it's better to drink less. You're not going to visit me in two days. Take care of yourself."
"Thank you mom, mom is so kind."
"Why are you thanking me? Come on, try to see if your skills are new. You can make this candied date rice cake..."
In the brightly lit kitchen, the mother points to the white glutinous rice flour floating on the table, and in the women's hands, those stories about plant growth are given a new interpretation. Food is also a living thing, organic matter that pours into the soul, how can it not be regarded as a kind of food?
life.
At such a moment, I realized something called inheritance, craftsmanship and spirit. In Chinese kitchens, the cooking people and machines are changing, but there is always one thing that remains unchanged, which is the focus on the enjoyment of taste buds.
Ms. Yang Shun, loving food is a luxury nowadays, but she devotes herself wholeheartedly to it.
Sometimes, there is only a thin line between perseverance and stubbornness, character and affectation, practice and hard work.
Su Xiangli said that she didn't like her mother and didn't understand her intention of playing with that dish over and over for more than ten hours a day. She felt that her mother was just a small, declining circle, a group of people who still insisted on making food by hand in an era when household machines were common.
, it’s nothing more than hugging each other to keep warm in the cold winter.
These are all correct. But they should not be blamed. If Su Xiangli felt that her mother did not love her enough, then how could Yang Shun pass on his treasured craftsmanship to his daughter.
"Silly girl, what are you laughing at?"
"It's nothing, I just want to say that I love you, Mom."
Chapter completed!