When I woke up, I was beaten to death by a stranger

Chapter 23

As a result, no one was able to get up early the next day because of absenteeism from work and skipping classes.When I opened my eyes, Valentin was lying on the bed and looking at the ceiling smoking a cigarette. Seeing that I woke up, he tilted his head and sprayed a puff of cigarettes on my face; It's the first time I wake up.It was already noon after the work was done, there were tissues all over the bed, Valentin lay naked on his stomach, the sun was already very strong, shining golden and sweating profusely on him.I leaned on his waist, stroking his buttocks and thighs back and forth over and over again, the lines were undulating in the palm of my hand; his thighs were very long, and it took a long time to touch them, and the side was slightly sunken, where the muscles and bones separated.He was itchy and hit me with his heel. I rolled over, rolled from his waist to his back, slept on his shoulder blades, and listened to his body.

It was so noisy until the afternoon, and we were so hungry that we didn't think about eating.Valentin said that there were only quick-frozen dumplings at home, and he had to drive out to eat, but I just wanted to be with him and didn't want to go anywhere, so I suggested ordering takeaway.His family lives far away from the downtown area, and there are only a few takeaway restaurants within the delivery range. One of them serves Chinese food, "Wang Ma's hot stew". I couldn't move my eyes when I saw the Chinese characters, and finally ordered a pile of pig ears and pig nose arches. such as.After it was delivered, Valentin lifted the lid and showed a probing look: "What is this?"

"This is the ear, this is the nose, and that is the intestine," I stumbled as I spoke, seeing his disbelieving expression, I stuffed a braised pork rice into his hand, "Eat this, I like it best!"

He squinted his eyes and poked left and right with his chopsticks: "Which piece of corpse did you divide?" Before I could answer, he swallowed a big piece vigorously, chewed and stopped talking, and after a while That's it.I was very happy in my heart, as if I was affirmed by him, and said happily: "I said it, my favorite."

He didn't say yes or no, but asked slowly, "How do you do this?"

I didn't even think about it, I opened my mouth and babbled nonsense, Valentin interrupted: "Can you do it?"

This made me dumb, and I was a little embarrassed. In order to save some face, I hula-la searched a bunch of tutorials for him. I didn't expect him to read it. I just wanted to prove that I wasn't so nonsense just now.

It was almost two or three o'clock after dinner, and Valentin insisted on going out for a stroll, but he took my wet clothes into the washing machine to be twisted yesterday, so he had to find me a black sweater to wear first.When I put it on around my neck, I felt something was wrong. When I looked in the mirror, it turned out to be a women's sweater. The sleeves were cut short, and the waist was cinched, and it was so tight; Valentin even laughed out loud, saying ironically: " He is not tall, but his hands are quite long." I was so angry that I wanted to kiss him again.

But his clothes were too big for me, and it was embarrassing for people to see them. Finally, he rummaged through the boxes and found a sweater from when he was 14 years old. There was a big bear on the front, and he smiled honestly.When I thought of the 14-year-old Valentin walking around with this big bear on his back, I couldn’t help laughing. Valentin threw it to me and shouted: "I haven’t worn it once. You can wear it or not, it’s up to you There are too many things to do, forget about freezing to death!"

"No, no," I put it on my head. "The bear is so cute. I like the bear the most. You like it too, don't you? Oops, hit someone again."

He strode out without looking back, I caught up to him and asked, "Why do you like to beat people so much? Are boxers like this?"

He sat in the driver's seat and glanced over: "Who did you hear that from?"

"Tatiyana said." I didn't have time to put on my coat, and I sat in the co-pilot, panting from the cold, "Tsk tsk, no wonder the arms are so beautiful, they couldn't have been repaired."

He laughed and said, "Are you still concerned about whether my arm looks good?"

Which part of you I haven't paid attention to?I thought about it silently, but it was too stupid to say it, I didn't want to make him feel weird, so I just shrugged, meaning it was all flattery.

"Do you want to practice now?" I asked.

He shook his head: "It's too early to practice."

"Why don't you practice?"

After a long silence, he said, "At that time, I was young and ignorant, and I felt that boxing had no future."

My intuition tells me not to ask any more questions, but for the purpose of understanding him, the more I ask, the more mysteries become bigger. It stands to reason that there are not a few Russians who take sports as their career. Whether they will enter the national team or become a coach in the future, it is far from enough There is no future in the workplace, it is all physical work, no matter how easy it is than blue-collar workers.I think something must have happened during this period, and with my current role, I'm afraid I'm not qualified to ask.

Valentin didn't speak any more, and the atmosphere was a little stagnant.I was so bored that I asked him if he could connect to bluetooth, connect to the phone, and play a few favorite songs. Seeing his expressionless face, I was a little discouraged and asked, "What do you usually like to listen to?"

"Just listen to it. It's mixed." He replied vaguely.

So I knew very well that he probably wouldn't have a conversation with me about music.Even though I had expected it, I was still a little unwilling. Later, when I thought about it, it was probably because I liked him so much at the time, and I didn’t believe or allow the fact that he had nothing in common with me, so I kept introducing him to my Treasure Band: "This is duranduran, and this is thecure, both of which are my favorite post-punk bands... If you listen to rap, I've also heard a bit of PHARAOH in Russian underground rap..."

I stopped suddenly and said, "Am I a little annoying?"

"No, it's pretty good," he denied, tapping the steering wheel to the beat, "I like the one just now, let's play it again."

"Ah, it's duranduran!" I threw back joyfully, "Hungrylikethewolf, dodododo, I'monthhunt, I'mafteryou!"

He started humming along, and I think anyone who looks into the car at this moment will only see me waving my hands and feet, but staring at Valentin without blinking, because any slight change in his expression will stop me from doing this. Everything, but what made me grateful and surprised was that he didn't show a hint of reluctance, and even urged me to play a few more songs.I sang songs in a hurry, my heart was pounding, and I was a little scared.I feel my emotions start to get out of control.

Valentin drove to the supermarket to buy some things, and then took me around the city for sightseeing. It was almost dark when I returned. He looked at my feet and said that the swelling had subsided, and there was nothing serious about it; Washed and dried.He sat on the sofa and looked at me. It was time to go back to Moscow.

I pretended to look at my phone: "It's past six, I'd better leave now and get home before midnight."

Valentin glanced out the window: "It's a bit of a traffic jam at this time."

Neither of us spoke.

In the next second, our eyes suddenly collided, and I got up and strode towards him, and he slightly hooked the corner of his mouth, as if he had expected it.He was thrown on the sofa by me, the tip of his tongue scratched my lips, teeth and palate, soft and itchy; I hurriedly took off his clothes, bit his neck, and there were still red marks on his neck from the morning, It has turned blue; the other hand pulled off his belt, held his dick and moved it a few times, then went down again, touching his hole.

This time I was sweating profusely. Although his area was still a little swollen, he kept telling me to hurry up. I started to move like a piling, and the sofa creaked non-stop; looking down, Valentin was in pain. I have to breathe, and my mouth is still urging me, as if the pain can bring him pleasure.It wasn't until he suddenly grabbed my hand and yelped, that I finally let it out, gasping on his chest.I'm suddenly very sad, I don't know if this will be our last scene, or our last time together.

"Valentin," I said.

"Huh?" He made a nasal sound with unsteady breath.

"Are we okay?"

Before he could answer, a rush of ringtones rang in my ears, and I answered the phone in a hurry.I had no choice but to tell him in a low voice that I had a high fever and fell asleep at home all day, and that I would apply for a make-up exam tomorrow, which made him a little bit less angry.

After I finished the phone call, Valentin was half lying on the sofa smoking a cigarette, looking at me quietly with downcast eyes.I winked at him, meaning that there were too many annoying things at school; but he suddenly raised his hand and rubbed my head, very slowly and gently.

"You are good at reading, why are you messing with me?" He said.

I didn't understand the meaning of the words, I just felt that he touched my head, and I was very pleasantly surprised, I kept pushing into his arms, wanting him to touch it again; but at this moment his cigarette was burnt out, and Valentin moved away The hand on my head pressed two fingers together and extinguished the cigarette.