the stories of obscenity have their own grooves.
Welcome to the second-tier dream of the quiet uncle who is deep in the abyss of reading.
Back on the college campus where I was dreaming, I met a cute girl who felt very right. After a letter foreplay, the girl said that she would let him take a blood;
the favorite professor still has the charm, back then. The elves who smashed for him returned with full blood. They talked in the
middle of the night, regardless of the common people, and talked about poetry and essays. They always go to the same bookstore to read the last three pages of the same book, which is the most obscure. Sexual suggestion, fishing without bait, but caught a lady of the bookstore proprietor Yujie.
In this bright-toned space, he opened the large tome of more than 1,000 pages, and self-hypnotized to the third level of dreams.
This cute girl is 16 years younger than me. She was only born when I was 16 years old, so is she a real husband? She was 34 when I had erectile dysfunction when I was 50 years old. I should be more sensible. In order not to be cuckold in the future, I still pretend to be serious now. How about becoming a guiding light for her in the future?
Isn't this the royal lady boss good? She looks good, she doesn't look out of shape, and she is just the right age. She still runs a bookstore. It will be convenient to read later, isn't it?
Perhaps, the professor is the most suitable person who can reach the trinity of mind, spirit and body with me. After some rain, talk about romantic poets, will the second orgasm come faster, right?
The prelude to "The Ring of Nibelungen" sounded, everything returned to reality, and
his thoughts that he believed to be mature did not help him solve any problems;
he wanted to go beyond the bounds of indulgence but missed the bullseye;
he took it for granted that the bottom line of the rules was stabbed by a female professor with a cigarette break.
His life is about to be like a broken pillow, begotten by swan feathers.
The curly boy's suicide saved him.
I always believe that no matter what thorny or metaphysical problem, as long as it is in front of life and death, it's ok in an instant.
It’s better to live, then grow old, and die old.
When Jesse and the bookstore proprietress were planning to grow old on the sofa,
90% of people would have the melody of "the most romantic thing" in their minds.
Don’t know how to live, don’t die before the average life expectancy in the world;
don’t know how to love? It’s good to be able to grow old with her slowly;
don’t know what to do? Close the book, turn off the computer, and walk around the door of the supermarket, where the grandfather and aunt love chatting most.
-------------------------------------------------- -------------- 10 years after the end of the film
review part and the beginning of the private unscrupulous part
, my mentor was about to retire, and I was invited to his farewell dinner.
The campus is always full of fresh life and elastic thighs.
I really don’t know how time flows. The ginkgo trees on the side of the road have become so thick. I touched the trunks with emotion. A master gardener walked over and said: Young man, this tree was bought for the 80th anniversary of the establishment of the school the year before last. One is expensive, please don’t touch it. "I
walked into the teaching building, and the scenes of skipping classes are vivid in my heart. Huh, that one is not modern. Is it a literature teacher? It’s rare
that he hasn’t gotten out of shape for so many years. When he came to the tutor’s office, he was much older. He saw that it was me, and his tears were immediately full of tears: Sun, you have to help me this time, I heard about you It has something to do with the government. You have to help me clear the matter this time...
The smell of the cafeteria is still so satisfying. A long-legged girl is drinking milk tea in a corner by the window and reading a book, and I walked over. , She was watching "Little Times Ⅻ"
"Time is so fast, in those years I was sitting where you are now and watching "How Many Flowers and Falling in Dreams"" the
girl was surprised: "You are also a book fan of Master Guo, it is said that that The book caused a lot of sensation back then"
"Yes, BALABALABA..."
"It turns out that he and Master Han have really experienced so many things together, but now, happiness is just fine, isn't it? "
"Yeah, enjoy the instant happiness, because not everyone can go to the end."
She nodded and invited me to her bedroom.
China's education took off from that year when men and women were allowed to sleep together.
When she entered the house, she began to undress, but I did not take off my pants,
"I'm sorry, I didn't bring a cover"
"It's okay, I don't mind"
"Hehe, I'm an old-fashioned person, a little conservative, wait for me."
I rushed out of the dormitory building and was almost hit by a car. The man rolled down the car window. It was her, the teacher of modern and contemporary literature.
"Sorry, do you have any injuries? Take you to the hospital for a look."
"It's okay, teacher, don't you remember me..."
"You're...oh...it's you!" I got in her car
After some clouds and rain, I panted and said: "Teacher, do you know what? Your class..."
"Do you know? After so many years, you still look like Jay Chou, sing a song of Qilixiang to me, OK? ..."
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