Vol 4 Chapter 514: I forget how big his brain is

Yes, I am a visionary of system certification. Lu Zhengkang
Lying in the arms of my body, I noticed that my heartbeat speeds up a bit, how can I sleep? In fact, there is no sleepiness at first. But the current state is really too embarrassing. I am a man, but lying in the arms of another man, and that man is actually myself, but also my girlfriend, and a childhood sweetheart.
As far as my current state is, there is really no way to describe it, even if I have never encountered such a mysterious thing in my two lifetimes combined. It’s a good thing, hugging the little girl, proud of the spring breeze, fluttering horseshoes, drinking a glass of smoothie in this summer, and talking about the ideals of life comfortably, who would have thought that this time of nap was changed to me being hugged by the little girl In his arms.
I really want to find something to compare my situation, but my mind is completely blank and I can't think of any suitable allusions.
Lying quietly, I don't want to move, like a dog caught on the back of the neck. It's kind of cozy.
Close your eyes, since you can't sleep, just think about it for a while. I am male, gender female, hahaha, the first sentence almost made me laugh myself.
A person is both male and female, male in front of the subject, female in front of others, so whether I am a male or a female depends on the observer, so I am Schrödinger's intersex person.
Speaking of intersex people, there are so many people with gender cognitive impairment in the world, are they similar to me, a soul living in the body of the opposite sex? Hey, I never discriminate against this group. I don't discriminate against all people who are struggling in situations where they can’t choose. I only despise those who complain about others. Even if I am in such a dilemma today, at least I am not afraid, nor afraid, let alone disgusting myself.
Girl, my dear girl. I have become your appearance, 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, there are so many wonderful images in my mind. I don't know whether it is my delirium or the memory hidden 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 be warm.
The orange lights dizzy in the distance from the car windows. There are some village houses in the mountains. The only difference between the low buildings and the dark green vegetation covered with mountains is that the places where people live will shine, and the light will shine on me. The raindrops on the wet window of the car in front of me.
Oh, both visual sense, but also very strange. I have never seen this village, but I have taken a train like this, the slow green train. There is the pungent scent of instant noodles and the smell of smoke in the compartment. I don't smoke, but I don't hate the smell of smoke. Maybe it is more tolerant to the respiratory tract.
Besides, the light, shining on the misty and hazy window, fainted into small bright spots in a regular octagonal shape, like an out-of-focus photo. Human eyes are actually similar to cameras, and they are of worse quality. Only a very small point is really focused. The rest of the scene is formed by quick glances and brain replenishment.
I remembered my current state again, lying in the hard pectoralis major of my beloved girl. It was originally my pectoralis major muscle, which can clamp crushed walnuts. I have tried it myself. The pecans are hard, but they are still not as good as the steel bars of the master. In other words, why didn't I go through the martial arts drama? My physique is definitely a martial arts prodigy.
I want to go around all around, so what allusions can I find to describe my current dilemma? Allusions are actually old stories, celebrities’ famous sayings, etc., after the fermentation of time, they become popular.
At the beginning of the century, most of the well-known allusions date back to the feudal dynasty. Now at the end of the century, can some stories from the beginning of the century be used as allusions?
It still doesn't work, it's not in the textbook.
Of course, it is not to say that without textbooks, it is definitely not an allusion. What happened to Su Xiangli and I actually had a literary concept for a long time. Regardless of all kinds of ghost novels, it is easy to understand the animated film called "Your Name". The same exchange of bodies, the same intimacy.
But the problem is that the heroes and heroines in the movie straddle the time and space of life and death, and forget each other's names. Su Xiangli and I are clearly two people. So the phrase "what's your name?" in the movie is not suitable for us.
To summarize our situation briefly, it is "Your Pectoralis Major".
The first thing every day when I get up is to feel my pectoralis major is still there. Sadly, my man's cup is bigger than Su Xiangli.
Ugh.
After thinking about it for a long time, the little drowsiness that was originally reluctantly disappeared. I opened my eyes helplessly, and when I looked up, Su Xiangli was looking at the tabletop.
Is the smoothie finished?
"You drink secretly?"
"No."
"You smell of watermelon in your mouth."
"Wow, you are a dog?"
"This body is yours."
"I don't care, you are a puppy."
Su Xiangli and I quarreled, but looking at our face, we felt a little greasy. We are not the narcissistic person, and I won’t be bored by looking at my face.
"Let's go back to each house?" I saw that Su Xiangli was also feeling awkward, so I pushed the boat along.
The boy blinked. This action made me startled. Su Xiangli has long and thick eyelashes, and her eyes are sharpened. But now it was a man making a silly wink.
Come on. I was disdainful in my heart, but my body felt happy again. It was extremely contradictory, and it made me feel uncomfortable, so I should be separated for a while.
Say goodbye to Su Xiang and return to Su's house.
The mother-in-law Yang Xin worked in the kitchen, but did not entertain the guests today.
She really only loves food, and all she asks for Su Xiangli is to study hard and make white cakes with heart.
"Xiangli, come here."
I ran into the kitchen obediently, very well-behaved~EbookFREE.me~ Yang Xin looked at me up and down, "Why are you so honest, why did you go at noon?"
"Drink watermelon smoothie."
Ms. Yang nodded, "Smoothies, drink less. You are not coming to Auntie in two days, pay attention to your health."
"Thank you mom, mom is so kind."
"Thank me for what I am doing, come, try to see if the craft is unfamiliar, you can make this candied date rice cake..."
In the brightly lit kitchen, mother pointed to the white glutinous rice flour floating on the table, and between the women's hands, those stories about plant growth have been reinterpreted. Food is also a living thing, the organic matter poured into the soul, how can it not be regarded as a kind of life.
At such a moment, I experience something called inheritance, craftsmanship and spirit. In the Chinese kitchen, the people and machines who cook are changing, but there is always the same thing, which is the focus on the enjoyment of taste buds.
Ms. Yang Xin, loving food is a luxury nowadays, but that’s how she devoted herself to it.
Sometimes there is only a fine line between perseverance and stubbornness, character and affectation, practice and hard labor.
Su Xiangli said that she did not like her mother and did not understand her intention of fiddling with that dish for more than ten hours a day. She felt that her mother was in a declining circle. A group of people insisted on making food by hand in an era when housekeeping machines were common , It's just a group warming in the winter.
These are all right. It just shouldn't be blamed. If Su Xiangli feels that his mother does not love her enough, how can Yang Xin pass on his precious craftsmanship to his daughter.
"Silly girl, what are you laughing at?"
"Nothing, just want to say mom I love you."
Ms. Yang Xin turned her head shyly. At that moment, what I saw was the story of silent love given us by time.
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