Whose spoils are whose

one

One of the reasons humans are such a complex species is that it's hard to say exactly what type of person you like in the opposite sex. Before I met Xiao Qi, I thought my taste was inclusive, lady and girl alike, charming and fresh love, wild type, arrogant type, gentle type, soft type...... I like them all easily. I had just started college, and I had no money, no girlfriends, just lots of time and hormones. Walking in the huge campus, fantasy and oncoming goddess more or less a little relationship; I often fantasize, desire to have an affair, and the world of men a virtue. I think I am a casual up is not a person of love, there is no lower limit at all. Of course, all of this has gone by like a cloud since Xiao Qi appeared, and it's not what I thought it was at all.

That day, Xiao Qi slid into the dance floor like a loach, with the music gently twisted her small waist, shaking the neon light blurred and ambiguous, that I thought familiar with Miss Seven suddenly became very strange, let me understand. I realized I was falling behind. I, a simpleton and a simpleton, appeared by her side like a drag bottle and pretended to be her lover. We were like two heroes who banded together to fight monsters. Seven had risen to the level of being able to kill opponents in seconds with little effort, while I was just a small dog who had to run for my life when encountering monsters. How is that equal?

Therefore, with Xiao Qi dating, I always appear humble everywhere, like the mentally retarded Adou can not help. Little seven around the table to hit the billiards crackle, I can only sit on the side of embarrassment staring; She was flying around the rink, and I had to hold on to the railing, looking out for my ass. She can play around with everything and I can't play anything, which is probably another reason why I feel inferior in front of her.

In fact, Xiao Qi seems to be a gentlemanly girl. In fact, she does have a gentlemanly side. I went to class with her. She could fool any teacher by the way she concentrated; Her class notes are neatly written. Her grades were not bad, scholarship was common, and she joined the party with honor. Most of the time we spent together, she held me by the arm in a sweet way. Nor could I pretend the blush that rippled over her face when I asked for a kiss. However, elegance is not all of her, even less than one fifth, her body also hidden other temperament, often bright blind my eyes. She can't make it clear in a few words.

I used to think I was an ambitious person, but then I just wanted to be a novelist, and I wasn't sure about that. Writing a novel is such an exhausting thing to do, to finally change the words into type, but only in the reading-room when you read magazines secretly happy, no one knows you are you. However, it is because of writing novels that I know Xiao Qi, which is perhaps the biggest meaning it brings me. Xiao Qi saw my made-up words on the campus BBS and then left me a message. As a courtesy, I replied. And then you went back and forth, and we started talking. I was clever enough to throw a little seduce into the conversation, as any man would with his prey. I did not expect that behind this meaningless ID, hidden let me feel miserable but drink poison goblin. The great and omnipotent Marx has long said that opposites can be transformed into each other. I thought I was hunting, but I was totally a trophy.

two

After I met Xiao Qi for the first time, my already poor confidence was gone. I think, such a perfect girl I climb, even if successful, is not cover. I'd rather not describe Xiao Qi's appearance like a CT scan. In a word, there is nothing wrong with her figure, appearance, clothing and temperament that I do not like. There are different degrees of love, there are shallow love, there are deep love. The ladylike, the wild, the seductive... I like them all, but see Xiao Qi, I will love dearly, will feel inferior, will directly ignore any other type of woman. I like Xiaoqi to the point of narrowness.

The appointment is on the 21st floor of the main teaching building. On a late autumn evening, the setting sun burned half the sky red. I took the courage to squeeze Xiao Qi's hand (you can guess how long I struggled with this) and she didn't reject me. Then we were as silent as two lyrical poets. I stole a glance at her, and she glanced back at me from time to time, silent but not uncomfortable. If the time at this moment in rapid forward, the moment to throw us to the end of life, I probably won't feel too much regret in life. That's wishful thinking on my part. I'm sure Seven doesn't think so.

I think, holding hands, Kiss, even establish a relationship between men and women, in the opinion of Xiao Qi, this is such a stupid idea. It was the second semester after we joined hands, and World Cup fever was sweeping the campus, the cadence of commentators and the screams of fans everywhere. I'm indifferent to it. Yes, I don't like football. I just want to go to bed at nightfall and have a good night's sleep. This basic human right became a luxury during that time. Everyone is stuck in front of a computer screen watching a bunch of people running after a ball, holding their breath or Shouting. On the fifth day, I decided to leave the dorm for a while and live in a hotel. We have to pay extra for it, but we have to be kind to ourselves, so the expense is bearable. At the same time as this decision was made, a nefarious plan was rising in the mind.

I used to pretend to be plain tone to Xiao Qi said, the dormitory is too noisy, I plan to go to the hotel to sleep a few nights, do you go?

"Yes, go ahead," answered Xiao Qi in her usual meaningless tone.

The hotel is really a good place. Xiao Qi was opened up by me like a book. I made all the preparations to do the final and most sacred thing between men and women. Xiao Qi duly stopped.

'We're just friends,' she said.

You can imagine my physical reaction. It was like an intercontinental missile had hit my brain. Dazed, I lay aside and waited for the explosion to die down.

Xiao Qi said that she loved two people. One was her first love, but now she hates him because he dumped her. The other, I don't know what to call him, is married and the father of a two-year-old girl.

When Xiao Qi told me about the latter, she specifically inoculated me. She asked me: Are you angry?

I said: No, you can say it.

Then, small seven said that she loved him very much, love to the extent of want to do small three, want to be a bad person to break up other people's families, but, when she learned that he has a clever daughter, she gave up this idea, and cruel to him said unfeeling words, from now on no longer contact.

When I heard her story, I didn't feel angry, and I did a good job of tolerating it. Xiao Qi is a female student with a story. It is a good thing to have more stories. At least in the old age, recall the youth, do not feel up to the good time.

I have been unsure of my status in Xiao Qi's eyes, dare not and do not want to ask her directly. I know, it sounds like a silly question, and there's no exact answer. Xiao Qi does not think about this question, she is pure feeling school. She would never let me lay a finger on her if she didn't like me. However, she said to me, only love, not love