As time goes by, the climate is getting colder and colder, and winter has come unknowingly. The wind blowing in was bitingly cold, Mai Ding shrank his neck coldly, wrapped his clothes tightly and ran to close the window, heaving white breath in his mouth, rubbing his hands: "I didn't expect that winter will come so soon, it's so cold." Mai Ding Ding looked at the bare trees outside the bedroom window and said.
The meeting between the two seems to have happened yesterday.
An Ziyan was sitting in front of the table, writing something with a pen in his hand.
Seeing that An Ziyan didn't pay attention to him, Mai Ding walked behind him, lay down on An Ziyan's back, and pressed his chin against his shoulder: "It's so boring, what are you writing?"
"Observation report."
"Why are you writing this?"
"It's due tomorrow, won't you do it?"
After An Ziyan's reminder, Mai Ding slowly recalled it from the deepest part of his memory, as if he had heard the teacher say what observation report was due this week, and he completely forgot about it. He hurried back to his dormitory to get paper and pens. When he arrived at the dormitory, he found that the dormitory was dark and the lights were dim. Several men were all gathered in front of Li Ming's computer. Hearing the sound from the computer, Mai Ding understood them. What are you doing, feel ashamed of their behavior, turn on the light, everyone turns to stare at Mai Ding: "Why, you want to watch too?" One of them said.
"He's not interested in this kind of thing, are you looking for something?" Li Ming said.
"Yeah, paper and pen, but since I see your depraved behavior, I can't sit idly by. My fellow citizens, let go of your hand holding J8, let's do something more meaningful to life, and appreciate Dong, form study discussion groups, join clubs."
Soon, Mai Ding was thrown out of the dormitory, along with the paper and pen he asked for.
Dead wood cannot be carved too. Mai Ding stood up and patted the dust off his buttocks, walked to An Ziyan's bedroom with a pen and paper, and began to describe to An Ziyan the obscene things that happened in his bedroom just now.
An Ziyan didn't have much reaction: "As a man, it's normal to see that."
"What you said is wrong. I never watch it. I'm not living well."
"That's why I made you look skinny."
"False, I've never heard that self-comfort can strengthen the body. Looking at your skillful movements on the bed, I guess you used to study that kind of film every day."
"Aren't you comfortable?"
When An Ziyan said this, Mai Ding's face suddenly flushed, how could the conversation between the two become so obscene, Mai Ding has a weakness, as long as he is faced with sexual matters, his mind will be dull. After all, Mai Ding has always been a pure child, but lived in an impure environment.
He changed the subject very stiffly, and pushed An Ziyan aside: "How did you write it, let me copy it."
An Ziyan covered it with his hands: "No."
"Stingy ghost, we are not in the same class anyway, if you copy it, you will die."
"I can't indulge you."
"How can this be connivance? You don't have to be so unfeeling when you're a husband and wife."
"Don't get close to me."
"Whoever got close to you, we were already close, let me copy it, otherwise it will be too late."
"No, unless." An Ziyan deliberately teased Mai Ding's appetite, and Mai Ding frowned: "Unless, I will be a servant for another month, but I won't agree. What kind of uniform or cat ears do you want me to wear? I am also firmly against it." No matter how I heard it, I felt that every time I said something nice, it seemed to be Mai Ding himself.
"Sing a song for me." An Ziyan was also idle and bored.
"What!!!!" Mai Ding's voice became louder when he heard this strange request. If An Ziyan didn't get out of the way, he would probably be able to spray his face with saliva. Looking at An Ziyan's expression, it seems that he is serious. Yes, let him sing in front of An Ziyan, it is better to let him perform eating shit, Mai Ding thought so in his heart, but didn't say it out, he was afraid that An Ziyan would really let him eat shit, after all, this kind of person can't do anything. (But a person like you can think of anything.)
"Don't be kidding, I like Chinese, you like English, I sing it so that you won't like to listen to it, why don't you just lend me a copy, it will save you trouble, and everyone will be happy and relaxed."
An Ziyan shook his head, crossed his hands, and looked at Mai Ding.
This made Mai Ding even more uncomfortable, and there was a strong ideological struggle in his mind, whether grades or face was more important, and finally he made up his mind: "You must not laugh at me when I sing, or I will hate you for the rest of my life."
An Ziyan nodded.
"Look at me, I can't sing." Mai Ding stood behind An Ziyan and cleared his throat. Singing has never been his strong point. He was already out of tune as soon as he sang the first song, but people who are always out of tune don't know it. Mai Ding sang with all his strength:
"Love, it turns out to be like this, but you may not be able to see through it at a glance. I, visit everywhere, but always return in vain. You can easily break into my heart in just a second. How should I describe my moment Sentiment, if you understand my longing in the past, when everything is over, you are still by my side, like a ray of dawn. How do you know that I am still waiting for emotion, when everyone thinks I like to be alone, it is you who knock on my door Light me up again, you are an exclamation in my heart. I, originally hoped more than hope, to have a companion in life to exchange my thoughts. When encountering an ocean, loneliness always drifts with me. Is it you that is my only one? hope."
When Mai Ding sang the song in its entirety, he breathed a sigh of relief, stepped forward and stretched out his hand: "Now let me copy it." An Ziyan handed the observation report to Mai Ding, only then did Mai Ding realize There was a smile on An Ziyan's face that he couldn't hide. Pinched An Ziyan: "Why are you like this? You can't laugh if you say it. It's too much. I already said that I don't sing very well, but you want me to sing. I hate you."
"It's really not very pleasant."
"You can't say something nice and comfort me."
"Tonic deaf."
Mai Ding decided not to listen to An Ziyan's ridicule, and vowed that he would not sing in front of An Ziyan in the future. He buried himself in copying the observation report, and suddenly saw the calendar, and said to himself: "Christmas seems to be coming."
Since he was talking to himself, An Ziyan of course ignored it.
"An Ziyan, I want all the original discs of fantasy movies that have been released so far as gifts." It is really a very simple, realistic and difficult gift, and it seems that it is not easy to find all of them.
"I'm not Santa Claus."
"Hey, you rejected it a little too quickly, at least you should try harder."
"I'm going home for Christmas."
Mai Ding is right when he thinks about it. It is a reasonable thing to spend Christmas with family members. What fun is it for him and An Ziyan to guard the Christmas tree? Although he told himself so, he still felt a little uncomfortable .
"Then you can leave and leave my gift behind."
"Go find Santa Claus."
"I'm not a lover of Santa Claus."