I always think of you every lonely night

Sigurd 2021-12-22 08:01:32

Dreaming that your night always makes me burn and boil, my heart is fluctuating, my little Lolita.

You have been here all of a sudden, and I will miss it forever.

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Everyone's life will have an unforgettable freeze frame, which is an unsolvable poison for everyone.

From the moment he saw her in the backyard, he has since fallen into the abyss that he has never recovered from. The developing girl was lying on the grass, flipping through the books absently, dripping water from the greenery on her body, dampening her tight-fitting skirt. She nudged her toes playfully, reading a book while playing with the dripping water. Then he lifted his face in the warm afternoon sun and gave him an innocent smile.

He looked in. In the next few years, she fell into seductiveness, and left the world, until withered and withered, he still loved her arbitrarily, and was caught by this charm that entered the bones of his bones.

He saw her once, and it was enough to support all his despair in the future.

He didn't know her at that time, her body was weak, her eyes were full of restlessness and rebellion, but her body was already full of evil that a fairy must have. In the words he remembered in the future, "She doesn't seem to be a growing girl, but a little evil spirit who wants her life at any time." She may not see through his desire, she only knows that her nature is to seduce. And temptation, use her fresh, tender, vital body to capture the world she is still curious about.

There has never been an erotic scene in the movie, but he followed his eyes and looked over and over again on the girl’s exquisite ups and downs. Perhaps in his eyes, her supreme fascination was not in the hot moan of her lying on the bed, not in She puts on and takes off her clothes, but the flame-like vitality of youth that almost overflows her chest, the sweet candy that squeaks between her lips and teeth, and her rebellious and unruly growth.

It's not that they have had a happy time together.
It was she who turned around and jumped into his arms before going to the summer camp, her legs were tightly wrapped around his waist, and she gave him a long unexpected kiss.
It was she who came out of the camp, dragging the suitcase in a awkward and naive manner, raising her eyes and happily calling "Dad".
It was she who drove on the road with his classic car, and she was in the back seat desperately making pranks.
She was the one who pressed the button while he was in the shower, which made him furiously scalded in the bathroom.

Even when she was indifferent to him, she kneaded her palms on his inner thighs, raised her innocent and charming eyes and rubbed them a little bit, saying, "Give me two dollars a week."

How could he not compromise, she was his little demon, and she was his life-destroying little devil. From the moment he saw her that year, he blindfolded his eyes and allowed her to take him to the cliff, without breaking his body to pieces.

But she was tired of letting him surrender her hands. Her natural mission is to conquer, and she will never stop looking for more attractive old men to conquer. She hides from him to show good to others, and she hides from him to seduce until the matter is revealed. He cried and threw himself on her body "please tell me who it is, please, please", she just kept moaning, her face was full of enjoyment and temptation, her red lips intertwined with the tip of her tongue, and then she groaned laugh it out.

At that moment, her cruelty had already dismantled him.

The lens is illusory, time flies, and years have passed. He searched for his handwriting during the years of despair and carelessness, but he couldn't find his Lolita, his charming demon boy all over the world. In the end it was a broken letter that ruthlessly tore through his vision.

"Dear Dad, I am pregnant and we have no money. Can you send us three or four hundred, or less."

I can't see if he is crying with a smile, and every wrinkle on his face is covered with it. The desolation and powerlessness of love.

In the end he dressed appropriately and knocked on the door of her house. The charming goblin of that year is now like an inflated balloon. His pale face is filled with complaints about daily trivial matters, and the thick pink framed glasses awkwardly hide her eyes. .

How he wanted to cry, he folded all his savings into the envelope and watched her joyfully want to extend his hand to thank. He pushed her away and fell tremblingly on the shabby sofa, "Don't touch me, don't touch me, if you touch me again, I will die and I will die". He was so humble and low to let her go with him, but she still refused cruelly.

When he returned to the car, what he saw in his tears was the little girl from that year, dressed in blue, holding the pillar with candy in his hand, bored.

The insanely desperate fact is that for so many years he still can't compare to the man who was only bound to her.

------"He is the only man who fascinates me"
------"What about me?"

So he shot him frantically. One shot wasn't enough, one more shot, one more shot. In addition to his death, there is also his blooming in the blood.

He kissed her blood-stained hairpin on his car, my Lolita, I spent my whole life burning loving you, how could you push me away rather than being happy.

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Lolita quotes

  • Humbert: From here to that old car you know so well is a stretch of twenty-five paces. Make those twenty-five steps. With me. Now.

    Lolita: You're saying you'll give us the money if I go to a motel with you?

    Humbert: No, no, no. I mean leave here now, and come live with me. And die with me, and everything with me.

    Lolita: You're crazy.

  • Humbert: What are you eating?

    Lolita: It's called a jawbreaker. It's supposed to break your jaw. Want one?