Fifteen, vulgar virgin

Dimit, the god of agriculture who manages grain in the world and the mother of the earth in Greece, has a beautiful only daughter, Boshefen. She is the brilliant goddess of spring. As long as she steps gently, there will be full of delicate flowers. This is the virgin, and I accidentally became a Virgo man. In the words of frost, there will be no flowers in the place I have stepped on, only a stinking ditch. But he doesn't know that I'm also a Virgo, because I often fall for Virgo people. This is not pretentious, but I can't stand my pursuit of perfection, and I have nothing to do about my stubbornness that I will never give up.

"Flying, don't let a woman make herself dizzy, and don't stay in an unloved lovelorn for too long. Besides, she is just a Virgo, not necessarily a virgin. We can't lower our standard of choosing a spouse, right?" I don't persuade myself like this more than once, but this kind of persuasion only As soon as she saw the frost, her childish voice, the drunken smile of the spring breeze, the light and elegant expectation, all these have been ** me, stirring me, so that I can't have a moment of peace, and the more deliberately I compete with this thought, the more I am fascinated and unable to extricate myself.

I actually inadvertently put myself in a situation where I couldn't see her for a moment. Is this love? The legendary game of hurting and hurting people also happened to one of my laymen

"Feiyang, I've been there these days. Why can't I see you often?" She asked me casually.

"Go to the sauna. How can you see me? You're not the young lady there." I deliberately stimulated her, with a perverted idea that she would be destroyed if she couldn't get it.

"Vulgar, when can you be as elegant and spiritual as your name?"

When I heard this, I got angry. In the past, she said about me, and I seemed to be a little intoxicated, because she said that at least she still cared about me. But today, after her rejection, I heard this, as if a person who deliberately found fault finally found her handle, so I said very angrily:

"Vulgar, yes, I'm a vulgar person. I'm the kind of person who drools and fantasizes when I see beautiful women, but I don't pretend to be elegant. What is elegant? You like to see monks wearing shaved heads wearing wigs to go to the hair salon to find a young lady, or do you like to watch me go to the bath center to take a sauna. Those monks are usually elegant. Head, with a halo on the head and wings on the body, but no matter how tall they are, they can only be as high as the bottom of a woman's skirt. No matter how elegant they are, they can only recognize that the woman wears that brand of underwear, but I'm different. I just ask someone to press it in the sauna, as if there is a crime of killing the head, as if I'm sorry for the party and the people. The kindness of nurturing is average. What is elegance? It's the reflection of me standing in front of the mirror, and you, you, a shallow little woman, only like my reflection and criticize me... I'm even a little indignant and nonsense.

Naturally, she would not admit defeat easily, saying that I was a monk when I saw a bald head, and I thought of a young lady when I saw the hair salon, that's why I said so.

I said yes, let's talk about something elegant today. Let's talk about the moon. It's high enough and elegant enough. If a woman stands under the moon, I would say that her husband can't satisfy her, and she is about to become a deep boudoir, and elegance is nothing more than saying "after dusk, the willows on the moon", which is clear that TMD's private love. People, when you say it to elegant people, it becomes the pursuit of true love, or say, "It seems that this star is not last night, for whom to stand in the middle of the night". This is obviously **, Sichun, think of men, but the person who wants to think has a little ink, that is, the elegance you say, insist that you are infatuated rather than **. Is this what you call elegance? It is to use vulgar thoughts and obscure poems, and there is also "Twenty-four bridges bright moon night, where do jade people teach **", let alone the whole ** poem ob perverse.

She was a little angry and trembled, as if my mother used to hate steel, but said loudly, "Flying, if you go on like this, it's just a stinky ditch. Let's see who will pay attention to you." I saw that she was angry and began to feel a little happy, but then all kinds of feelings came-- Lost, desperate, and even want to slap himself. I know it's a little too much this time, but when I think of her indifferent to my confession, the unique stubbornness of Virgo makes me angry

I said, "What's wrong with the stinky ditch? The stinky ditch is the origin of fertile land"

She may know that no matter what she said, she simply pouted her little mouth and turned her face to one side to show me, because it hit her complacent and suddenly turned into a strong regret without her gaze...