The Complete Book of Sins 5_Appendix_Hold hands to the climax
Just hold hands and reach climax
Chapter 1 You can’t see God, but you love Him every day
The only consequence of chatting with me is that you will fall in love with me. I said to the girl in the video, what you should do now is scream, unplug the power, and run away.
The girl sneered at the computer.
You and I are separated by two computers and the real world of Chu, River and Han. You will fall in love with me in 5 seconds. I said to her.
The girl sent one word: Bah.
True love only lasts for a moment. It only takes 5 seconds to hook up with a vain and ignorant girl. The tools used are very simple, a camera, a lighter, a banknote, and a cigarette. I adjusted the camera, sat upright, and looked expressionless.
I lit the hundred-dollar bill, then used it to light a cigarette, waved it towards the girl, and pressed it into the ashtray. The whole action was done in one go, chic and skillful. I thought she would be stunned with surprise, but who knew she coldly sent me two words?
:Counterfeit banknotes.
Her name is Butterfly. One boring summer night, I randomly entered a string of numbers on QQ and added her. Coincidentally, we are both from Beijing. As I said to her later, you are my
It was picked up from the vast sea of people. She replied, God's will. Before the video, Butterfly and I had always admired each other's looks. I praised her for being very energy-saving and being hugged by a fool when she was a child. She also praised mine.
My feet are from Hong Kong, my belt is a straw rope, how fashionable, and I am sure I still have the hairstyle like Aaron Kwok in the 1990s. I said her breasts should be small, like a steamed bun, suitable for the takeoff and landing of an airplane. She denied it and bragged.
I am strong enough to beat Fearless. I want to put on Ximen Chuixue's clothes and practice with her. She said that she is an eighth-level karate and ninth-level Jeet Kune Do disciple of the Emei sect, but she is a good girl and does not fight with men.
I don’t know why, when I first met Butterfly, we always quarreled. Later, she also said that we are hedgehogs and cannot hug, otherwise we will hurt each other. Sometimes, I think of a classic saying in the middle of the night, laugh evilly, climb on the Internet, and double-click.
That cute penguin with a red scarf first sends out two pieces of shit, then throws a knife to test whether she is online. Most of the time she is online, and she will immediately throw a bomb, in her words
, this is a bomb from Iraq with class hatred and national hatred. Sometimes it is also said that it is a sweet cartoon-type sugar-coated cannonball.
No matter how she bombarded me, I added bad words and witty words: Butterfly, you are already 22 years old, why do you pretend to be young when you are an old cucumber and paint green all day long? You are not acting in "Moonlight Box", the youthful bird will never be gone again.
Come back, have you watched "A World Without Thieves"? Drag your legs a little more so that you can act more like it.
She also once asked me, Spider, why didn’t I leave a good impression on you? I thought about it carefully and said, it’s mainly because you make a fuss all day long and say “Wow” and “Okay” all the time.
"Oh." She tried her best to create an image of a virgin wearing a student uniform and white socks, which disgusted me. She said, I was originally a virgin. I said that Chinese girls, without exception, devote their first time to bicycles.
Butterfly said that she was studying music and was preparing to go abroad. She rode a bicycle and carried a guitar through Beijing's bustling commercial streets and deserted alleys. I doubted this, thinking that she was more like a cotton player who walked around the streets.
I told her that I was engaged in writing. After I sent her my online collection to read, she not only expressed the highest and heartfelt contempt for my works, but also made a bet with me that she could go to the bookstore and read it in
Find the tattered book I published in a corner and put 10 yuan in the book. A year later, if we go and take a look, the book must still be there and the 10 yuan must not have been taken away.
During that time, my life was very difficult, and the manuscripts I wrote were always returned. I quit smoking, and at the end of June I received a manuscript fee of 900 yuan. I thanked the beautiful editor on the phone: "It's really a timely help.
How great you are, please repay your kindness by digging an oil well in the future." When I came out of the bank, I found a counterfeit currency. I turned around and asked them to change it. The polite female bank clerk said: "Sir, you are making trouble unreasonably.
." The house leaked but it rained all night. I looked up to the sky and sighed and saw a crow pooping. I had no other choice but to admit that I was unlucky. I couldn't snatch it back. Being regarded as a bank robber was more unjust than Dou E.
When I got home and turned on the computer, I said to Butterfly, I want to see you. Butterfly said, I also want to know what you are like.
The video connection was not very good, so she said a few words in succession, "Spider, please show me your true colors quickly," and her and mine faces appeared in the small window. Yes, there are some people who you just need to look at to know her.
I fell in love with her. I always thought that the sarcastic girl would be the kind of girl with dyed yellow hair and a camisole, but the fact is that she was wearing a white skirt and a jingle ring, as quiet and pure as a woman in ancient costume. I used that picture
The counterfeit money lit up the cigarette, she later told me
, she saw a blurry face in the smoke, that was the man in her dream.
That day, she said she lost her bicycle.
We comforted each other that no one had received counterfeit money or lost a bicycle.
Chapter 2 Before the snowflakes bloom, after the snowflakes fall to the ground
Sometimes when we recall the time when we were quarreling, she said that there were many times when she was scolded by me until she wanted to cry. She wished she could find a crack in the ground for me to crawl in, and then tortured me with ten kinds of torture. I also said that she didn’t use any curse words when criticizing me.
The level is no less than that of the spokesperson of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and it still makes me lick my wounds silently.
I made her change a lot of bad habits. For example, when she was chatting, she liked to type the word "oh". I told her that this word was meaningless and a complete waste of time. If she had this time, she could take a look at the scenery outside the window or wipe her hands.
Remove the dust from the screen.
I told her a story: In ancient times, there was a prince who liked a princess very much, but the prince was bewitched by a witch and could only speak one word a year. In order to express his love, the clever prince did not speak for five years and saved up
Five words. In the sixth year, the prince said to the princess, Princess, I love you. The princess said one word, and the prince was so angry that he vomited blood and died. Do you know what words the princess said?
The butterfly said, Oh.
This story gave Butterfly inspiration, and she decided not to talk to me for five days, and saved five words to tell me. On the fourth day, she couldn't hold on any longer, and asked me timidly, "Do you love me?" I thought about it,
Said, you know. Then asked her, do you love me? She shyly sent four words: I will kill you and silence you.
From then on, Butterfly and I no longer quarreled. I said that my childhood was buried in a simple house, which was always surrounded by wasteland and water borders. She said that when she was 8 years old, she lost her way in a forest and walked
I walked and couldn't find the direction to go home. Those days, the keyboard was covered with morning glories. From morning to evening, when I smoked, when I walked alone, when I watched TV, when I surfed the Internet, when I dreamed
, my heart is thinking of one person.
I said my name would shine like the stars, and I even gave her my Nobel Prize acceptance speech in advance.
She said that she liked music very much, and she was quite embarrassed to say that she wanted to play the piano in Vienna and hold a world tour concert.
She set a strict work and rest schedule for me, where I would dance to the sound of chickens, stay up late at night, read more, smoke less, exercise more, and have less fantasy. Forced by her power, I had no choice but to compromise.
I have said to Butterfly countless times, we live in the same city, let's come out and meet each other. The gangsters from all over the mountains have to take time to get together. She said, isn't this a self-inflicted trap? I said that we must have met by chance.
Once, I made a bet with her during a Sino-Japanese football match. I bet on Japan to win from the perspective of overall strength. She called me a traitor and bet on China to win from the perspective of patriotism. I said, how about treating the loser to a meal? She I asked her to treat her to abalone if she lost, and she treated me to KFC if she lost. I guessed very accurately that day, and even guessed the penalty kick. When I asked her when to treat her, she thought for a long time and said, first in winter. When it snows.
Later I learned that she grew up in Hainan and had never seen what snow looked like. After coming to Beijing, she sang a song about snow all summer. She sang it softly in the subway and in the park. On the bench, he played the guitar and sang softly: "Snow, piece by piece, is quietly colorful in the sky. Spring is coming, and I will no longer survive..."
Chapter 3 A heavy snowfall can turn two people gray-haired in an instant
Autumn has passed and winter has come.
I said to the butterfly, the weather is getting colder and colder, the north wind is blowing, the sun is red, the leaves are all fallen, when will it snow?
She said she also developed the habit of watching the weather forecast.
Sometimes I also asked why we have to wait until it snows. KFC is open all year round. She said wait a little longer. We have waited for more than half a year. Do we still care about waiting a few more days?
A long wait.
One day, I woke up and it was snowing. I called her while lying in bed, but she hesitated again, saying that it was snowing too hard and that if I didn’t go, it would stain her little boots. I said, it’s just snowing. Atomic bomb, you have to crawl in front of me dying. She said, okay. I also reminded her not to wear too complicated clothes, maybe we have a one-night stand, and she said she was going to see me naked.
I was waiting for her at the door of KFC. It was snowing heavily that day. I looked up at the sky, and the snow fell on my face. Later, when she went abroad, I stood like this in the snow, raising my head and feeling the slightest trace of snow. It was cold. At two o'clock sharp, I saw a smiling girl walking towards me holding a red umbrella. It was her. If you have ever been in love, you will know the full meaning of "she". We sat by the window location
, chatting about our acquaintance, those days of quarrels, and happy times. Unconsciously, we chatted from two o'clock to six o'clock in the evening, and she said it was getting dark and it was time to go home.
After returning home, she said that she successfully escaped from my clutches. I said that for people who truly love each other, holding hands will lead to climax.
On our second date, she and I held hands and visited almost all the shopping malls near Xidan.
One day, Butterfly called and said that the road was slippery. I fell and sprained my foot. I said, the pig hit the tree, you hit the pig. After hanging up the phone, I became restless and dialed her mobile phone again. She cried on the other end of the phone and said that her feet were swollen like hammers. I said, good boy, don’t cry. I will come to see you with a bag of fruit. That night, I stayed at her house, to be precise. on the sofa at her house. In the early hours of the morning, she gave me, the "gentleman wolf", the command to "come to bed". I said, you should stay safe, and I should stay up late. She said, don't I understand you yet? ?If you can’t eat grapes, you will not only say the grapes are sour, but you will even tear the grape vines out of your stomach.
During the days when I took care of her, she once ran with me into the snow and the park with one leg in the middle of the night, yelling. She also ran to the roof of the building in the early morning, freezing and running out of nose, just for
Watch a sunrise. Sometimes when she sings, I will rush to her, give her a slipper or a magazine as a flower, hug her, kiss her little face, turn around and wave to the non-existent audience. I praise her
She sings better than Xiaoqiang - the one who was trampled to death by Stephen Chow. When I sing, for example, I sing, "You are like a butterfly flying around, swaying in the snowy season",
She was standing on one leg next to her, smiling and waving her hands in a dancing pose. I said, why don't you look like a butterfly? What do you look like? She asked, still waving her wings proudly. I said, it looks like she has a lame leg.
bald tail chicken.
In those happy days, Butterfly asked more than once, how long will you love me? I said, maybe the time I love you will be short, maybe just this life. Butterfly still stubbornly asked, can you really love me for a lifetime?
? I said, ashes to ashes, dust to dust, I will not let go until your memorial service is over.
Butterfly stopped asking. I vaguely felt something because she had told me many times about studying abroad. Sometimes she would be very depressed after receiving a call from her parents. I knew she would leave me one day.
, I know I will be sad, but I never mention it. I just want to cherish every minute and every second we are together. I wash her socks, cook for her, and carry her to the hospital for follow-up consultations. Sometimes, I
Suddenly I wanted to go back to the primitive times. If I liked whoever I liked, I would knock her unconscious with a big wooden stick and drag her back to the cave, so that I could live in peace for the rest of my life.
February 14th, Butterfly's birthday, happens to be Valentine's Day. If you still have memories of Valentine's Day that year, you will remember that it snowed that day. I said to Butterfly, we are not lovers, we are lovers.
So, I wanted a cake without roses. I used 23 candles to place a heart pattern on the ground. I said, it’s romantic enough. She sat down cross-legged, looked around, and said, why does it look like a mourning hall?
. I snapped my fingers and forgot to play some music. When the music started, she looked at me and burst into tears.
You're so stupid, said Butterfly, for being so nice to me even though you know I'm leaving soon.
Just because you are leaving soon, I said, so I want to be nicer to you, and even nicer.
Maybe you are not the best, but you are definitely the best to me.
Stop crying, stick out your tongue, and I'll put the cake on top.
I don't want to eat and I can't eat it.
This time next year, I said to the butterfly, I think you should be in a house on the banks of the Volga River, with a warm fire burning in the fireplace and the wood making a "crackling" sound.
Outside the window, there are snow-covered beech forests, frozen rivers, and the lavender I planted in spring, Butterfly said.
I said, your husband smokes a pipe, a real foreigner, and he has body odor, and you are sitting in a rocking chair knitting, your children have fallen asleep, and you are living a happy life where men farm and women weave.
Damn it... One of the butterfly's slippers flew towards me.
On her birthday, Butterfly said that if she silently made a wish in her heart, she would forget it the next day, so she had to write it down on paper, put it in a bottle, and bury it in the ground. The night was vast and the snow was falling.
I used a branch to dig a hole in the lawn of her house downstairs. I told her that it was mysterious and full of expectation. It was probably the same feeling when the Forty Thieves buried the treasure. She said, Alibaba found the treasure.
It was the same at that time. I didn't know what she wrote. The day after she went abroad, I couldn't wait to dig the hole and open the sealed bottle. What she wrote was - wait for me to come back and write the first
