Thirty-ninth
Yellow-haired nurse in the hospital of mercy
Green grass in the rental house
This nurse, I met in the vicinity of Lashan Lake, search nearby. At that time, every night after dinner, I always like to stroll around Lashan Lake, the newly built Lashan Lake is very beautiful, and there are always many people fishing there at night. There was a glowing thing floating on the surface of the water, which was a luminous fish float. But a new lake like this, big fish is always rare, but that night I caught a big fish.
This fish was not found from inside the neighborhood, but in the state of the neighborhood. There was no face in the picture, only a hand, holding a cigarette, the butt of which was about to burn into the hand. The posture is very skillful, giving a sense of alternative beauty. I clicked on the profile, a girl with long hair, yellow hair, dark eye shadow, frowning, a sense of old jaded.
I left her a message saying that the cigarette was about to burn into my hand. She seemed to reply with a sentence, burned to the hand hands will hurt, but smoke to the lungs heart will hurt and so on such words. This allows me to smell the so-called smoke, I think this must be, a person with a story. So casually chatted a few words, I learned that she, is Rashan Lake, across the hospital nurse. To put it nicely, it is called a hospital of mercy, but to put it badly, it is a nurse of a mental hospital. At first I thought she was joking.
Then said the names of two people, those two people are my friends, but also work in that one hospital. She said she knew, head and appearance are also described up, I was able to determine her identity. Lashan Lake Dam, almost close to the party Yang Road where there is a bridge, can be directly to their hospital entrance, I said out together with a walk, she said no, is now on the night shift. Naturally I asked her which day she was off duty and where she lived. She told me to live in the dormitory of the National Cotton Five Factory.
It’s amazing that the girl I had been dating for 14 years lived in a neighborhood. The first day, she was off work, I asked her to meet, meeting place, she set in their home downstairs, which made me very surprised, will not be a fairy jump or something like that, right? This is a very important thing, just like the song, I’ve heard of it, I’ve never seen it, 25,000 miles ……
So I’m still wary, I got to her downstairs, dialed the phone, she said immediately downstairs, I waited for a full quarter of an hour still did not come down, a little panic, and even want to go, this time I heard the door of the unit rang. I walked out of a girl, far from seeing the appearance, I walked over, and the photo is similar. I said where are we going? She said she hadn’t thought of any place to go, I said I’d go upstairs and sit down, she said yes, my colleague was home. It turns out that she and her colleague, share a residential house, two rooms. One person has a bedroom.
The living room is a table, there are three chairs, the table is a poker, all under the table is a beer bottle, seems to be a really great character ah! The three of us began to chat from the living room, and suddenly the girl’s cell phone rang, I could hear that it should be a young man, the girl returned to her bedroom, and the young man to climb. Emotions are getting more and more agitated, and even finally exploded foul language, and the little girl who lives with her, used to give me said ……
There is a young man, has been chasing the girl, did not chase the girl, and everywhere to corrupt the girl’s reputation. This makes the girl very angry, but also let the girl’s best friend, the boy has a special opinion. But after talking, these are no topic ah, I was sitting awkwardly on the sofa, and embarrassed to go, and do not know when they end chat. The good thing is that the girl in the same room relieved me, this short fat little girl, but also quite understand the personnel. Walked over to interrupt the girl’s chat in time.
And signaled that I was still on the sofa. The girl said hurriedly, and hung up. Come to the living room, I said if you are busy today, I’d better go first! She just said a word all right, the opposite side called again, the girl was completely annoyed, and again profanity, she came over and grabbed my hand, made a very intimate action, and then took a picture, I did not show my face, this photo was sent to the boy across the street.
The gesture seemed like total deja vu, and I seemed to have been, more than once, used as a shield by the girl. She pulled me into her bedroom, took another picture, and then she told me, somewhat sheepishly, that she was embarrassed. I don’t know where I got the courage to hug her and say it was me who should say I was embarrassed. I kicked the bedroom door with my left foot, and it closed. This time the young man came again, the phone I grabbed the phone and hung up the phone.
The girl is still struggling in my arms, this time outside the co-op girl’s cell phone rang, the original is also this young man called. I listened to the conversation, the young man should be asking the housemate, who am I? The house mate said, I do not know who it is, I have not seen before. There probably asked again, what are they doing in the house? Then the housemate said, you say a man and a woman in the house can do what? Do you want to hear it?
The girl in my arms, then exuberantly screamed a number of times. The two of us, at that time, were still wearing clothes, the scene was so embarrassing. The roommate to the phone, and cursed several particularly unpleasant swear words, and hung up. I became irrational, the process, but also tore off a brass button on the girl’s jeans. She also seemed to be repressed for a long time and needed to be released. I could vaguely hear the TV in the living room, turned up much, much louder, and it should be the big house.
I took out the condom from my hip pocket and the girl asked me in surprise, where did you take it to? I said no, because today to come to see you, so specially prepared. She cursed me, fuck you! I was fucked, after that no contact, I do not know how to face, or maybe that night, she deleted my facebook. Who knows? It has nothing to do with me.
But young people really need to learn to control their feelings and emotions, or the bad guys will have an opportunity to take advantage of it!
This is the thirty-ninth story
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