炸鱼法棍

我爱弗朗,弗朗使我快乐。

Arthur's letter

Francis:   

    Can you still find this day,my dear frog,among your possessions?

    Among the souvenirs of your trip to faraway lands,the textbooks from those halcyon days when you walked the hallowed portals of that engineering college,the cassettes whose covers were left behind after one of those bacchanalian sessions in the hostel,the photographs of those classmates whose names you can't remember?Or is it hidden in the darkness,put out of sight along with the book you bought but never read,the girt you never quite found a use for and the letters you never finished or sent

    I can still find it here,in the city,in the house which you have never visited,in the kitchen where I have imaginary conversations with you It is here even when I am not,for I go out now,leaving the light on and  the music playing,so I can retum home to the illusion of company.

     I am probably better off now.Without serrets to keep  from my parenets,Without someone to come between me and my friends,me and my pastimes,me and my work,me and my sensible,understandable,utilitarian life.The life that I keep trying,keep failing to bring in line with the expectations that I keep trying,keep failing to make my own.

     It is not that I always feel like this,sometimes I yearn for those days when tears and laughter both came easy.Those easy and quick transitions from ecstasy to despair.When a prick a pin the same skin which now seems dry and insensitive.Like probably millions around the world,I look outside the window of a crowded bus,lost in my own thoughts and wonder how it could happen to me.

      Was I not supposed to be different from the rest?Ours was a mature friendship that had blossomed into more.How conld I feel a pang of envy then,when you lent a helping hand to another girl,when you spoke about someone who's far away and about to be married,when you were so involved in the book you were reading that you did not nitice that we never met all day?

       When we decided that it had been too long and that we should meet,I carefully started preparing a package for you.A small poem,that book you always wanted but never found,an old photogragh and a bar of chocolate for us to share.What wound I wear and what would we talk about?The package still remains in my drawer waiting for the phone to ring again.   

      It was a rainy sunday afternoon when we sat in my tiny hostel room,discussing capitalism and campus gossip with equal fervor.When it seemed as if those conversations could last forever and we would never tire of them.When Joni Mitchell sang "California"seven times on continuous play before we thought of getting out.

     Then one day sunddenly we were looking for each other.You were always somewhere else,doing something else and strangely enough so was I.Those new people I met on that trip and that junior guy who loved the same movies I do.That girl next door who took math lesson from you.My room was almost always locked and yours was no different.We seemed to have discovered a whole world outside of ourselves all of a sudden.The tragedy was had also lost the world we had before.

       Then came the rescue mission.The loud fights in the hostel wing,the long silences and desperate angry notes.Frustration,anxiety and even love revealing itself in the ugliest possible ways.Then indifference,complacency and resignation.Calm,dispassionate discussions on how we could stay friends.The decision that we should always let the other know when we would be around.That's when I started  leaving those yellow post-its on the door.Those yellow post-its which by the time I came back would have your coordinates that I never used.If we had all of them now,they would be telling this tale a lot better than I am now.

     Back home,I still continue leaving those post-its to this day,hoping that someone will write their whereabouts on them as well.


————————

感谢看到这里。

一口气写完。

#怎么撬开一个老傲娇的嘴#

一个薛定谔的开头和一个薛定谔的结尾,最后想想还是用英文写了。

Dover之间的七年之痒,我觉得他们可能就是这样,不断的纠缠。

再次,我爱他们。


英仏【男/妓】车

很抱歉又发了一次......法克,辣鸡石墨

_________
“弗朗西斯,这是怎么回事。”
亚瑟·柯克兰侯爵紧紧抓住弗朗西斯的手臂,弗朗西斯见逃不过,只能停下。
“如你所见,亲爱的柯克兰侯爵,昨天晚上两位伯爵有一点特殊的癖好....如果没有什么事,请您放开我,即使是我,也是有自己的私人生活的。”
亚瑟·柯克兰紧紧盯着他,唇抿成一条直线,眼里晦暗不明,弗朗西斯穿着轮状细褶皱领不经僵硬地垂下来,平披在肩上的花边柔柔地堆在松松扎起来的金色卷发两旁。下摆宽松的上衣衣袖是只有胳臂四分之三那么长的短袖,露出里面的镶了花边的衬衫。裤子呈袋状宽松地垂至长袜处,在那儿用玫瑰花饰带子系起来。整个人灿烂得不像在那种浊泥中讨生活的人。但胸前开得过深的衣领露出了里面狰狞的伤口,像伊甸园里的毒蛇蜿蜒而上,在锁骨两侧开出娇艳的欲望之花。
【他真美,真的。】亚瑟·柯克兰如是想到。就像第一次见到他一样,像个天使一样,没有令人作呕的白色假发,但洛可可又仿佛是为他诞生的....
“柯克兰?亚瑟·柯克兰侯爵?您可以放开我再陷入沉思吗?杜莎夫人还约了我呢。”
听到杜莎夫人的名字小侯爵亚瑟·柯克兰一下子就炸了,他把弗朗西斯重重地压在公馆的外墙上,这算什么?!他等了他一个上午,他为了应付那个老女人才出来?!
“你他妈就这么缺钱,弗朗西斯·波诺弗瓦?”
弗朗西斯愣住了,但转而也有一些愠色,任谁前一天晚上被折磨半夜,第二天刚起来又被压在粗糙的橄榄型的殿面上都不会好受。
“如果你要发疯,请不要来我这里!我就是缺钱!!我还要维持生活,索瓦斯的秋季学费还没有着落!!侯爵!!!您不懂!!永远不懂!!”鸢尾色的眸子紧紧盯着他,里面波涛汹涌的翻着亚瑟·柯克兰从未了解过的,更深层次的东西。
“2000路易,包你今天下午。”
“哈?!”
弗朗西斯想一拳挥过去打死对面那个衣冠禽兽,但是亚瑟已经先一步反剪住了他,并捂住他的唇:
“Yes or no.”
被抗在肩上弄回房间的弗朗西斯满脑子想得都是亚瑟·柯克兰小羊皮手套上恶心的马鞭子味。
【conne.】

___________________
贤者时间
链接还放在评论里吧。

我快笑死了蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤大早晨听到“英法两国大打出手”我还以为怎么了蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤蛤

【耀法】万圣前夜(3)

天下之人皆穿我衣:

本章完结。


终于……拖延症勉强不发作了。


有神转折注意,生搬硬套扯到本家的万圣节设定上去了,还有,我终于考出驾照啦!能稍微开车啦!


怎么说呢,原先就卡死在车上了,但是在昨天的赤焰国后,感觉瞬间就打通了任督二脉,一下子就萌萌哒了呢!行云流水般地产出了!


只能说节操这东西丢掉后就捡不回来了吗……


开车技巧拙劣,不要抱有期待,咳咳。


已翻车,总算弄成图片了,咳血。大图杀流量慎点。


能接受的话,就请看吧。


 


******