I met Director Dong at lunch, and sat at a table with him and Yu Xixi.
Yu Xixi didn't talk much while eating, and was watching videos on her mobile phone. Director Dong told me some teaching precautions, and turned around to see Yu Xixi looking at her mobile phone with great pleasure, and she went over and glanced at her curiously.
"What are you watching? Oh, a campus movie?"
Yu Xixi generously spread the phone on the table and moved it in his direction to let him see more clearly.
"It's not a campus movie, it's an urban movie. It's an old movie from ten years ago. It wasn't a big splash back then, but many people in the small circle regarded it as a masterpiece, but unfortunately there is no follow-up after the starring star has acted in this movie. already."
Director Dong is very supportive, looks serious, and asks from time to time according to the plot: "Is this the female lead? She looks so small, she looks so good."
Yu Xixi said: "She was only nineteen years old when she filmed this scene. The peach in the world is super pure and super beautiful. The subject matter of this film is quite touching. It tells the taboo story of an office worker falling in love with a female high school student. It's a pity to shoot. It's too long-winded, and the progress of the plot is also very slow, if it weren't for the heroine's support, it would be useless."
Director Dong puzzled: "Then you said that the small circle regarded it as a masterpiece, which circle?"
"Beautiful girl uniform circle."
Director Dong had a question mark on his face, obviously not understanding.
"It doesn't matter." Yu Xixi waved her hand, "You just need to know that there are many old men who just want to kneel down and lick her feet."
Director Dong sat up straight and hurriedly distanced himself: "I'm not an old man, I want to lick and lick my wife's feet."
I just wanted to laugh. Director Dong is notoriously fearful of himself. He must ask his wife for instructions on how much wine he drinks at a dinner party in the department.
Yu Xixi said mysteriously: "The husband she married later said that you all know each other. Guess what?"
Director Dong gave up the first time and said, "I definitely can't guess it, can you try Bei Bei?"
"Brother Bei, I think you can do it. I wentssip about them with you before." Yu Xixi handed me the phone, "Her stage name is Si Ying, but I don't know her real name. She only made this movie, and the production is not big. , I don’t have a name in the entertainment industry for the past ten years. If it wasn’t for her marriage, she would not know that she was still in the circle.” At the end, she seemed to feel that it was not accurate and corrected herself, “It’s not right to say that, she The husband is not really in the circle anymore."
I stopped my chopsticks and squinted at the paused picture on the phone screen.
In the movie, the heroine is wearing a black sailor suit, with long straight hair, flat bangs, and slightly raised eye makeup like a cat, which makes her innocent mixed with a touch of sexy wildness.
I always thought this face looked familiar...
I stretched out my hand to cover the upper half of the face of the beautiful girl in the picture, only showing her lips and chin. After watching this for a while, a light flashed in my mind, and I finally knew where this familiar feeling came from—she looks like Shang Muxiao 's mother.
Especially the lower half of the face, it is exactly the same. But if you look at it with eyes, Si Ying will look more charming, with youthful rebelliousness in his eyes, and Mei Zixun's quietness are completely two temperaments.
"Is she the new wife Shang Lu married?" Combined with Yu Xixi's hint, I probably have a clue.
"That's right!" Yu Xixi snapped his fingers, "This year is only twenty-nine, one year younger than Shang Lu's eldest daughter. Sure enough, no matter how old men are, they like men in their twenties."
An outsider like me can see that the other party looks like Mei Zixun, how can Shang Muxiao not see it
No wonder he was so disgusted with Shang Lu's remarriage. Although everyone has certain preferences in the choice of the opposite sex, it is indeed a bit subtle to be like this.
I remember that Shang Muxiao said before that Shang Lu didn't care about them, he was still living in a dream.
I didn't care at the time, but now that I think about it, it's really true.
"The most amazing thing about this movie is the ending, but it was scolded so badly because of the ending." Yu Xixi drew the movie's progress bar to the end.
Beside the river bank, the middle-aged office worker played by the male protagonist turned his back to the camera and could not see his expression. Not far in front of him, a slender teenager in a white shirt and black pants stood in the same posture, looking up at the blue sky.
The male protagonist softly called out a name, and the boy moved when he heard the sound, turning around slowly while pressing his hair that was ruffled by the wind.
Even though I was mentally prepared, I was still stunned, that face was that of a former high school girl. It's just that the long hair is gone, and the makeup on his face is gone, from a bright and beautiful girl to a handsome and beautiful boy.
"That's right, it was so amazing at the end. I thought it was a romance film for the first 90 minutes, and then it turned into a gay film at the last minute. What the hell!" Yu Xixi added, "Of course, I don't mean to say that gay films are bad, I just think the plot is too silly."
Afterwards, the director and Yu Xixi had a heated discussion on the current situation of sexual minorities, and analyzed whether the heroine in the movie was a womanizer, transgender, or intersex.
I had a hunch that they were going to ask my opinion next, pull me to stand in line, pick up the tray earlier and escape. In the end, I don't know if they have won or lost.
The weather is getting colder and colder, and people just want to lie down in a heated room and not go anywhere.
As the exam week approached, Shang Muxiao was busy again. Even if he came to see me, he would mostly be sitting on the sofa and reading books.
I didn't dare to disturb his review, so I had to take out the book and read it like him.
"It's so quiet..." Shang Muxiao put down the book and said, "Will you put on some music? I'm going to fall asleep."
I put the book on my lap, went to the CD shelf and picked it up, I chose "Tristan and Isolde" by Chang Wagner.
When the grand prelude full of stories sounded, Shang Muxiao raised his head from the book again, raised his eyebrows and said, "Classical music?"
I paused, seeing that he didn't seem to like it very much, and embarrassedly said, "I'm here... that's all."
Philosophy is always inseparable from the discussion of art, and in art, music is the most important. If you want to understand philosophy, you need to understand the history of philosophy and the era in which those philosophers lived, so I listen to classical music a lot.
"Forget it, that's it." Shang Muxiao held up the book, "I'll fall asleep later, you have to wake me up..."
"This is not pure music, there is singing."
Instead of continuing to read, I went to the kitchen and poured two glasses of red wine back.
"Drink some refreshment." I handed him the wine.
Shang Muxiao took the wine glass from my hand and took a sip, his face wrinkled.
"very sour."
I laughed and couldn't help leaning down and kissing him on the lips.
He didn't seem to expect that I would kiss him, and he remained in a position for a long time without moving, looking extra tame.
I swept his lips slightly rough, wanting to continue, the symphony of passionate and pathetic music in my ears made this kiss seem a little tragic.
Wrong music choice...
Just as I was about to stand up to change a CD, Shang Muxiao grabbed my arm. Different from my perfunctory kissing method, he completely pushed the tip of his tongue against my lips, invaded my mouth, and even went deep into my mouth. throat.
He knows where it's best, and how to make it last longer.
My hands trembled slightly, the wine in the glass was about to spill, I tilted my head and forced the kiss to an end.
Shang Muxiao was a little unhappy and wanted to pull me, so I simply backed away to prevent him from reaching him.
"I'm going to change a plate..." Putting the wine glass on the coffee table, I turned around and headed for the CD rack. After a few steps, there was a movement from Shang Muxiao's direction to get up.
Strong arms wrapped around me from behind, hot breath spit on my neck: "Teacher, stop drinking, let's do something more refreshing?"
My body froze when I heard that. Other things that are more refreshing... His hints are already obvious, and I am not at an age where I don't understand anything, so I naturally know what he is referring to.
20 years old is the age when you are full of energy and easy to indulge in everything. It took so long for Shang Muxiao to mention it again, I think he is quite able to hold back.
Couples who are in love, having physical communication once a week are considered cold. Moreover, it has been more than a week since the last time they "sootheed" each other on the sofa.
Besides... Since I found out that I can feel after using it, abstinence has also become a very difficult thing for me. Especially when I realize that happiness is so easy to come by.
It is undeniable that my expectations for this matter are not much lower than Shang Muxiao in a sense.
"I... I'm going to take a shower." I broke away from him, and I didn't care to change the CD, so I rushed into the bedroom with my head down.
The water washes over my body, I turn off the shower, I dry my body, and look at myself in the mirror.
The skin is slightly pale and a little sick, but it is better than the base color is clean and there are no spots and fine lines. Look at the slender legs of the lower body...
Whiter than face.
With a sigh, I started getting dressed.
No matter how much the physio complimented me on my maintenance, I knew that my legs were still a little different from healthy men.
They don't have thick and firm muscles, and they don't have that much fat. The bones between the soles of the feet and the ankles are clear and distinct, and they are so weak that they seem to be broken if they are broken. At first glance, it looks like the legs of a pair of girls.
Even I dislike it, and Shang Muxiao obviously doesn't like it.
After getting dressed, I went out of the bathroom and saw Shang Muxiao had also taken a shower and was lying on my bed playing with his mobile phone.
Seeing me coming out, he threw the phone aside, turned over, patted the position in front of him with his chin on his back, and said, "Come here."
"Tristan and Isolde" in the living room continued, listening to the content of the second act.
Tristan's uncle, the king of Cornwall, ordered Tristan to travel to Ireland to welcome back Princess Isolde as Queen of Cornwall.
Tristan and Isolde gradually fell in love with each other, but they had to be fooled by fate and couldn't stay together.
In desperation, the princess ordered her maid to prepare poison and die with Tristan. However, under the misunderstanding of yin and yang, what was finally taken was the love drug that the maid had exchanged.
Driven by the nature of medicine, the two could no longer restrain their inner feelings, and they were entangled in each other...
The full and exciting duet of men and women echoed in his ears. Obviously, Tristan and Isolde had taken the love drug and couldn't extricate themselves.
I reached for the bed, hesitated for a moment, turned and turned off the light. In the darkness, only the vague outline of Shang Muxiao could be seen.
"What? Are you shy?" Shang Muxiao accurately grabbed my arm and dragged me onto the bed.
I hugged him silently, resting my forehead on his shoulder.
"Let's start." Even though I couldn't see anything clearly, I closed my eyes uncomfortably and groped his body downward.
Before I reached my destination, Shang Muxiao stopped me.
"Don't worry, I'll come first..." He squeezed my wrist and pressed his fingers on the pillow.
With hot fingertips, he unbuttoned my pajamas one by one from bottom to top, and then went down my chest, all the way to my belly, hooking my pajama ties.
I swallowed, subconsciously trying to block, and just after I moved, Shang Muxiao lowered his head and kissed me as if he could predict my movements.
The direction of my fingers changed in an instant, I held Shang Muxiao's side face, as if I was also addicted to the elixir of love, and there was only lust for him in my heart.
The author says:
It is said that Wagner was deeply influenced by Schopenhauer's "The World of Will and Representation" in the creation of "Tristan and Isolde". If you are interested, you can listen to it. This story is very interesting. Wagner was still friendly with Nietzsche in the early days, but the two broke up in the later period. There are many reasons for this. Among them, the most likely and most important point is that Nietzsche believes that Wagner's music is no longer just music. He added too many religious elements. , has a strong purpose, and is too utilitarian, no longer pure. (Accept the rebuttal, this is just a point of view, I can't tell why the two broke up)