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Lai Bao’s Diary

Author: Yang Xiaoxing

Preface

Some people don’t want to live a good life, but life doesn’t want them to. . Like me.

For some people, life is good enough for them, but they don’t live well. For example, the one you are jealous of.

As I grow older, I realize more and more clearly that life is definitely not perfect. For example, I hope I have a pair of aristocratic parents, have hundreds of thousands of dollars of pocket money every month, and live in a large manor. As my mind and body matured at the same time, I began to hope that the manor where I lived would be filled with beauties, and that the ugliest maid would be at the level of Michelle Reis and Kelly Lin. Then I would be able to call the shots all day long. I would fly to Paris for coffee in the morning and go to Korea at noon. Eat food, return to China in the evening, and drive an extra-long Cadillac to the rural areas of Northeast China to eat pure green food - steamed rice porridge.

Unfortunately, my parents are not aristocrats, they are working-class people. Not only are they working-class people, but they are also divorced. Not only are they divorced, but they have also established new families. family.

When I was a teenager, I started living alone.

For example, I also hope that my woman will be beautiful, dignified, simple, kind, and lovely; she will not fight back or scold her; she will have all the housework taken care of and everything outside; I will earn money for her to do it for me. I saved it, and I spent it for her when she earned it... So, based on this standard, I searched all over the Great Wall, inside and outside the Great Wall, north and south of the Yangtze River, the sky was vast, the sea was vast, and the earth was vast.

The answer I got is: dreaming, daydreaming, daydreaming that makes all the women spit on each other and all the men attack them. Daydream - I can also add words...

If there were teacher Zhao Zhongxiang's voiceover at this time, I think it should be like this:

Lai Bao is a very dirty person. As a mammal, over a long period of time, it goes out every evening, stops foraging for the opposite sex in the early morning of the next day, and returns to its nest alone, day after day, without interruption. As winter turns to spring and the mating season arrives, Lai Bao still wanders alone on the vast Hulunbuir prairie with endless horizons...

That's how it should be.

I remember when I was a child, my father asked me what I wanted to pursue in life. I answered money and beauty, and my father slapped me in the face fiercely; I answered career and love, and my father touched my head appreciatively. From then on, I understood that what people pursue is actually the same thing. It depends on how to beautify the packaging. If it sounds good, it is ideal, and if it sounds bad, it is ambition.

Like countless young men and women who live in seclusion, shuttle, and toil in the city, I run around and work hard every day, but I have no clear and real ideals and goals, such as a beachside villa, a field garden, a group of wives and concubines, and filial sons and grandsons. ...It's all nonsense. All I can think about every day is: make more money, make more money! I am not the kind of noble person who regards money as dung, but money has always regarded me as dung, so I also regard money as dung. Who is afraid of whom if it is dung?

I am still like many people, every day, the ground beneath my feet is moving, the water around me is flowing, my hands are shaking, and the tears in my heart are flowing, but I still have nothing... But I am not carrying a guitar. , but a tattered backpack.

I have always been single. When I say single, I don’t just mean that I don’t have a woman, but that no woman is willing to want me for a long time; After unremitting efforts, I finally got a diploma and became an entertainment reporter in a newspaper that is loved by the people and revered by celebrities, commonly known as paparazzi;

I have always been carefree and carefree. Live with no heart, Ah Q spirit, and self-consolation;

I have always believed in what a soldier in FLASH said: Tomorrow may not be beautiful, but a beautiful tomorrow will definitely come;

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I always encourage myself that my perfect love story is already half done! Now that there is a male protagonist, all that is missing is a female protagonist...

However, after I got used to "all the time", everything started to change.

I met Mo Mo.

May 5, Saturday, sunny (1)

To be honest, I really didn’t expect that I would meet Mo Mo today.

After graduating from high school, I haven’t seen each other for at least four or five years. Such an encounter really makes me excited.

Why are you excited? Mo Mo has grown up! The past four or five years have passed by in a blink of an eye, and the end before us has been completely nurtured and catalyzed by the years!

I was wandering around the supermarket when I suddenly followed a faint scent and started looking around.

Experienced brothers all know that if you suddenly smell a fragrance in some public places, such as supermarkets, there must be women around. The light fragrance of skin care products must be pure; the light fragrance is similar to Lysol, which is a little nurse; the smell of overly strong fragrance is either for older women, or people who wear heavy makeup who are not confident about themselves; does it smell mellow? ...Then you must have walked to the deli department of the supermarket.

That’s too far.

At that time, I smelled the fragrance and looked around instinctively. Although like me, I had no expectations for an affair or love at first sight, it was still enough to satisfy my eyes. If you can't eat pork, why don't you watch the pigs run away?

Following the scent, I saw a graceful back not far away - long hair, pink suspenders, and white short skirt. Usually in this situation, my choice is to pretend that nothing is wrong, walk over quickly, and go around to the front to make an appraisal. Nowadays, for girls on the street, the back view can no longer explain the problem at all. There are too many incidents that make people admire the back view and lament the front view. Sometimes I really don’t understand that girls buy a lot of beautiful clothes just to attract men’s attention, but what men want to see is definitely not wearing clothes.

But today is really a hell! Is the girl in front of me going to the supermarket? It's a complete rush march! No matter how fast I walk behind, I can't overtake her!

In desperation, I grabbed something from the shelf next to me and shouted: "Miss, you dropped something." Although the trick was a bit clumsy, it was still very effective.

The girl in front turned her head. In an instant, his eyes changed from confusion to surprise: "Lai Bao!"

I was dumbfounded. Did I meet an acquaintance? yes! It looks familiar, but...who is this?

“I am Mo Mo!” A surprised scream from the other side suddenly made me realize it, and I was stunned!

Momo? Is she Momo? Oh My God! I’ve heard of women’s eighteen-year-old transformation, but it’s not that exaggerated, right? Although Mo Mo was not ugly in appearance during high school, my small face covered with acne and flat, right-angled figure are still fresh in my memory. Now... that face is so clean that it looks like it has been Photoshopped! And with this figure, the little pink suspender belt can hardly hold up.

"Mo Mo? Are you Mo Mo?" I took two steps forward in surprise, "Is it really you?"

Mo Mo tilted his head and smiled: "What? I can't recognize you. Did you?"

I nodded vigorously: "Well! Have you gone to Korea?"

Momo was surprised: "No?"

"You didn't? I went to Korea for plastic surgery, how did I become so beautiful?" I tried my best to keep my gaze gentle, but my eyes moved down from Mo Mo's face without obeying the instructions.

Mo Mo smiled and raised his hand to smooth a strand of hair hanging by his ear: "We haven't seen each other for a few years, and my smooth tongue has improved!"

I laughed too, but Suddenly he was speechless, probably looking quite rude, and stared straight at Mo Mo, or to be precise, at the pair of little "Mo Mo".

"Where are you looking?" Momo scolded, looked down at the thing in my hand, and laughed, "I told you, you still use such an outdated method to strike up a conversation?"

I then lowered my head and looked over. I was so focused on aesthetics that I didn’t pay attention to what I was holding. When I lowered my head, I realized that I was holding a "James Bond" condom in my hand? !

Mo Mo laughed so hard: "Are you just striking up a conversation like this? Aren't you afraid that people will call the security guard?"

"Damn, I thought I was wise in my haste, but I didn't expect that I was wise in my haste. I have hemorrhoids!" I laughed too.

But I'm really scared. If I meet someone other than Mo Mo, then a slap in the face would be considered cheap.

We left the supermarket together, and Mo Mo asked me if I had time and if I wanted to find a place to sit and chat.

Of course I said yes. The job change hasn't been decided yet, so I have a lot of free time at this time. What's more, when I met Mo Mo, I didn't feel unfamiliar at all. Moreover, Mo Mo is so beautiful now, of course I want to see her for a while longer.

However, when I was led by Mo Mo to a nearby small shop, I really thought about something. Judging from Mo Mo’s attitude towards me, I must have stopped caring about her and I in high school. What happened. But Mo Mo’s openness also surprised me. When I was talking about condoms just now, my face didn't change and my heart didn't beat. But the last thing I remember is that little girl who was nervous about holding hands and didn't dare to open her eyes when kissing.

In the cafe, Momo and I sat down opposite each other.

I don’t know what happened to me today, but I feel a little afraid to face Mo Mo. Speaking of speaking, as an entertainment reporter, this should be my strong point. Why have I deteriorated today? Mo Mo had a calm face, sitting opposite me, looking at me and smiling.

"Tell me about it."

"What did you say?" I raised my head and asked, suddenly feeling like a prisoner on trial.

"Let's talk about your love life in the past few years." Mo Mo leaned forward.

I immediately smelled the fragrance of Mo Mo clearly again. Looking at Mo Mo who had completely transformed into a beauty in front of me, I couldn't help but think of those close contacts with her in the past.

I calmed down, calmed down my mind, and said with a wry smile: "How can I have a love life? Who would like me? I don't have a car or a house, and I owe more on my credit card than my savings."

"Who said that, you are quite handsome now." Mo Mo smiled, reached for a small spoon to stir the coffee in front of him, then suddenly raised his head and asked, "Not married?"

"How old are you? The wounds of first love haven't healed yet." I replied.

"Hey, Bao, don't tell me, are you still a virgin?"

Mo Mo's question was so quick that it was asked out of the blue, without any warning.

There are two types of men, one is lustful and the other is very lustful; there are also two types of women, one is pretending to be pure and the other is pretending to be impure. Obviously, according to this situation, Momo and I both belong to the second category of our respective genders.

I'm embarrassed. And I suddenly understood in my heart that Mo Mo must still remember those things - those things in which she almost lost her virginity to me in high school. But then again, I am actually a victim too!

"I am!" I said righteously.

“Cut!” Mo Mo pouted.

Ahem, it really is! Because my principle in life is to look at things objectively and look at myself subjectively. For example, if I subjectively think I am handsome, then I am handsome; if I subjectively think I am a virgin, then I am.

I asked: "What about you? Are you still a virgin?"

"Go to hell!" Momo gave me a hard look, "Do you think all men are as timid as you? ?”

... Mo Mo’s words suddenly made me understand two meanings:

First, she is no longer a virgin. There must be a man bolder than me who has done it for her!

Second, she remembers it all! She really remembers everything that happened in high school, and maybe she is still holding a grudge!

"I know that society is complicated. If someone like you has no one to protect you, you will definitely fall into the tiger's mouth." I forced a smile on my face, but felt very depressed in my heart.

The Mo Mo in front of me is really a beauty now. Why was I such a waste in the beginning? Who knows what bastard I let such a beauty get advantaged for nothing!

Mo Mo curled his lips and glanced sideways at me: "I would like someone to protect me. Who knows where you have died in the past few years?"

Hey? This doesn’t mean anything! I quickly climbed up the pole: "I also want to protect you, but I am like this now. Even if I drive a Santana, you will treat me as a migrant worker, right?"

Mo Mo suddenly stopped talking. , lowered his chin slightly, and gave me a very sad look, which made my heart skip a beat.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Am I so snobbish in your eyes? So disgusting with the poor and loving the rich?" Mo Mo raised her voice.

I was a little panicked: "I'm not joking!"

After all, I finally showed a smile, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Do you have a girlfriend now?" Mo Mo asked me.

"No."

"So pitiful! Not alone?"

"It all depends on a pair of deft hands."

Me Be serious. After I graduated from college and broke up with my girlfriend, I finally understood that happiness must be in my own hands, not in the mouths of others!

"Are you serious?" Mo Mo said with an angry tone but a smile on his face.

After all, Mo Mo and I had a relationship before, and except for the home run in the final stage, we have done everything we can do. Although it has been a few years, it was all that should be seen at the beginning. I have seen it and touched everything that needs to be touched, so sitting face to face like this, it quickly became natural, without any formality or embarrassment. But I heard the underlying meaning behind the words, and Mo Mo still remembered what happened to us back then. This is a good sign. There is a beautiful woman in front of me, and she is a beautiful woman who once belonged to me. How can I not be tempted?

"Do you have a boyfriend now?" I decided to strike while the iron is hot.

"Yes!" It was crisp and clear.

Pour a basin of cold water on your head.

After Mo Mo said this, he started to smile. The smile was weird and meaningful, and it made me feel uncomfortable.

"Tell me, how do you feel? Disappointment? Jealousy? Heartache?" Mo Mo started to ask with excitement.

I curled my lips: "I don't feel it, but I'm not that hypocritical and generous. Don't expect me to bless you."

"Just try it!" Momo raised his eyebrows.

Then the two fell silent and drank each other's coffee.

"Actually, I'm very happy to meet you. I didn't expect that we are still in the same city." Mo Mo took the lead to break the deadlock, "I have something to do in the afternoon, how about we make an appointment to have dinner together another day? ?”

Is this... a sign? I guessed and nodded.

After leaving phone numbers with Momo, she stood up, said hello, and left first.

I looked at Mo Mo’s back as she walked out of the cafe. The pink sling wrapped around her beautiful waist. The short white denim skirt was always suspected of being exposed, and she actually had a huge one slung across her body. She was wearing a denim backpack. As she walked, the backpack she left behind slapped her buttocks. It made me... how much I thought it was that backpack!

As I stood up in melancholy, the waiter came over and handed me the bill politely. No, didn’t you say please come at the end? Why are women so fickle!

After paying the bill and leaving the cafe, I felt a little idle.

It has been a vacuum period for me recently. I just resigned from a newspaper company and was planning to move to another newspaper company. However, the newspaper company that accepted me still had some preparation work to do and gave me a week's leave. Originally, I was very happy at first, but on the second day, I felt that was not the case at all. Entertainment reporters like me, or paparazzi, usually travel all day long. I am in Beijing in the morning and maybe in Shanghai in the afternoon.

Now that I have some free time, I really feel like I have nothing to do. Is this an occupational disease?

Honestly speaking, the most painful thing for a man is not being dumped by a woman, but when a man dumps a woman, but the woman is better off than when she was with the man... Okay, I I admit that I feel a little uncomfortable, because I see that Mo Mo is doing well now, but she is no longer my woman.

I was fine on the street, so I just went home.

To say that my home is really worth it, I have already thought about it. If I have no chance to fall in love freely in the future and can only arrange blind dates, this house will be one of my assets. . The house is not small, more than 100 square meters, with 25 floors. The community environment is also good, and the price is naturally not low. However, this house is not completely mine yet. More than a year ago, a friend who was in real estate sales sweet-talked me into giving me a mortgage at a discounted price, so I gritted my teeth, stamped my feet, and became a house slave.

It is said that a man is a boat, riding the wind and waves, and a good woman is a man’s final harbor. When the boat gets tired of drifting, it will return to the embrace of the harbor. The harbor did not want the ship to go out to sea and drift, so the ship stayed in the harbor. What is the boat used for? So as time passed, Gangwan scolded the ship: "You trash!" In order to avoid this happening, I simply took out a mortgage on the inn first! Although I don’t have the energy to decorate it seriously, except for some necessary furniture and furnishings, the house is similar to a clean house, but it is in line with my philosophy that simplicity is beautiful, and I can enjoy myself even if I deceive myself.

I remember accidentally seeing in a book the so-called criteria for choosing a spouse for contemporary women: a car and a house, and both parents are dead. In my current state, I have basically reached the quarter standard, but if I also had criteria for choosing a spouse... my family has a fortune of over 100 million, the most beautiful person in the world, virtuous, gentle and sexy, and my father-in-law has terminal cancer. Not too harsh, right?

It was noon when I got home. I picked out a few edible leftovers from the refrigerator, put them together and heated them up. I fried a plate and drank a few cans of beer. The weather was hot. Soon I became a little drunk. So I took a shower, turned on the air conditioner, went straight to the bedroom and took a comfortable nap.

After a nearly perfect afternoon nap, I was awakened by the ringing of my damn cell phone. I answered the phone in a daze, and Old Tang's voice sounded as harsh as Fei Yuqing's singing voice.

I knew that the only one who could destroy other people's happy time at the right time was him - this colleague and friend who committed evil in my previous life and was sent to me by the Buddha in this life to take revenge. I often comfort myself by saying that being friends with him in this life will be a good deed for myself in the next life. Old Tang's real name was Tang Dun. He was the kind of simple man who came from the mountains and brought orchids and grass with him. He passed the high school exam and went to the city, and then went to university and worked... After living in the city for so many years, he had long lost the local flavor. The social news section reporter of this newspaper has a very fashionable and sporty style. The T-shirt I always wear is from Nike, and I also know that if I wear it the other way around, it’s from Adidas.

Old Tang told me very excitedly on the phone that he had met a stunning female netizen who was local to Shancheng. They were going to meet her in the evening and asked me if I could go with him. Anaphora.

I replied with a smile, you are just having fun on your own, why should I get involved? Besides, people these days are either robbing wealth or robbing sex. If you don’t want to take advantage of either, go ahead with peace of mind.

Old Tang was not annoyed, he said a few words and hung up the phone happily.

After so many years, we know each other too well. I know that he didn’t want me to accompany him to meet some bullshit netizen at night. This call was just to show off to me.

The scum made me sleepless, so I rolled over and looked at the time. I didn’t expect that I slept until seven o’clock in the evening. If a person lives too comfortably, he must have slept soundly. Celebrities have said that heartless people have high sleep quality, and only people like Cui Yongyuan cannot sleep.

Get up and go out to find dinner and midnight snack. A plate of fried noodles and two bottles of cold beer. It was almost twelve o'clock when I came back, so I decided to go to bed.

I guess I slept too much in the afternoon, but I was still very energetic at one o'clock in the morning. I could even memorize the lines after watching the DVD. I was bored when a text message alert rang on my phone. I picked up the button and read it - it was Mo Mo!

Are you asleep?

Three simple words, it was one o'clock in the morning, this girl was not sleeping, and she even sent me a text message... Various factors were combined to make my heart surge involuntarily.

Reply: I am excited for the reunion during the day and haven’t slept yet. How about you?

It’s a bit torturous to wait for a long time with no reply - upstairs, you took off both of your shoes! After hesitating for a moment, he dialed the number. Who would have expected that this girl's phone was turned off! Are you playing with me in the middle of the night?

Holding the phone in a daze, unable to sleep after all this tossing, I kept my eyes open and recalled Mo Mo’s smile and frown when we met during the day. People say that women have undergone a transformation, but who would have thought that Mo Mo could become like this? Almost seventy-two changes!

The TV was still playing the DVD content, but my thoughts went to Mo Mo unknowingly. From Mo Mo, I remembered more. When you were writing essays when you were a child, how did you say a classic sentence?

Every time I open the memory gate, past events come out like diarrhea...

Back then, Mo Mo and I were in the same grade and in different classes in high school, and there was no clear idea of ??who was pursuing whom. Looking back on the process, one of my male classmates was deeply in love with a female classmate of Momo. But at that time, high school love was considered taboo. In order to avoid parents being suspicious, they would meet each other every time they went out. We have to recruit a large group of people as cover, including me and Momo.

I know I’m not a handsome guy, but someone once looked at my full-moon photo and said that my left nostril looks like an idol’s. At that time, Momo was not plump, not sexy, not charming, not beautiful, but she had the word "pure", which was quite popular among ignorant young people like me.

Anyway, I was unmarried at the time, and she was unmarried. We were alone, and we were both young. I didn’t pay attention to her well-matched family. I didn’t observe her virtues, and she didn’t care about my housing bankbook. , only pursue the pure sense of congeniality, come and go, glances come and go, spring comes and winter comes, and you have a good impression. After intimate contact, a private subscription will be made for life. Therefore, in that era of rebellion and puppy love, I was not immune. Let’s put it this way, Momo and I are the typical ones who kiss first and then fall in love.

I still remember that night, after the affectionate couple we were protecting, many light bulbs scattered like birds and beasts, and as I had done many times, I sent Mo Mo home.

My first kiss with her was one of these nights. God was very kind to me that day. At the previous party, Mo Mo drank for the first time! Mo Mo had never drank before. For some reason that day, she was in a low mood. She drank more than two glasses of beer. I sent her home at night. As she was walking on the road, the breeze blew. She probably started to feel dizzy, and she tried to control her shaking while walking.

I was walking beside her, telling jokes without saying a word. I was still immersed in my own eloquence in the dark, but I noticed that Mo Mo suddenly walked away from me quickly and ran away. I went to the grass on the side of the road, bent down, and started vomiting without saying a word. I was stunned for a moment, and immediately went up innocently, holding my arms and patting my back, and saying nonsense like "Don't drink if you can't drink". After a long while, Mo Mo finally straightened up and took out a tissue to wipe his mouth. Unexpectedly, he turned around and threw himself directly on me, crying.

Now, I can’t help but have evil thoughts. Because Momo's body had already been touching each other head-on following my subtle adjustments. It was a hot summer day, and she and I were both wearing single clothes. I could clearly feel that two small balls of flesh were sticking tightly to one side of my chest. This is so wonderful.

I lowered my head to look at her and said comforting words. The tip of my nose was almost touching her forehead. Now I finally felt something - at least, I smelled the fragrance of her hair. The reaction of the sense of smell directly caused me to be ready to move. I felt that my whole body suddenly became hot, and my neck began to feel hot. My lips basically acted without permission and lightly touched Mo Mo's forehead.

Maybe this kind of warm and moist touch was new to Mo Mo, so I just moved my lips away when Mo Mo suddenly raised his head and looked at me inexplicably with a pair of eyes that were still wet with tears. This distance is so close, so close that we can feel each other's breath. Looking at each other like this, Mo Mo's breathing quickened instantly. My goddess! This way of breathing is so exciting! My mind immediately boiled, and I lowered my head rather roughly, pressing directly towards Mo Mo's lips.

As for "kissing", although I have never practiced it personally before, I still have some basic theoretical knowledge.

After many years and countless kisses, I finally understood what it means to be clumsy but not skillful.

However, now that I think back to the original scene, I was really a young boy, and my behavior was too rude, which greatly ruined the beauty of the first kiss. Mo Mo, on the other hand, probably never thought that I would be so bold or take away her first kiss so unceremoniously, so she started a series of defensive counterattacks that were not very tough. Facing the opponent's incoherent counterattack, I began to change my strategy, stretched out a hand to support Mo Mo's head, moved my lips a little, and started kissing her cheeks, up to her neck and earlobes. Under such circumstances, it is the first time to hold the body of the opposite sex, so it is impossible not to be impulsive. Do you think I am a bald man riding a white horse?

What made me impulsive, apart from Mo Mo no longer resisting and the sensitive reaction of the body, was also a very important point. While Mo Mo was trembling, he closed his eyes tightly and his face was filled with shame. Hong, like a kitten dodging an attack, shrank his head and kept saying: "No, Lai Bao, don't be like this, don't be like this..." What's even worse is that Ben Momo drank wine. , and is so sensitive, so when she softly said "No, no", she also mixed in countless modal particles: "Um...hum...ah...ah..."

Isn’t this fatal? !

Isn’t this going to kill me? !

Isn’t this going to cost me my life? !

(Hey? I can add words!)

......

I don’t know how long we kissed, my lips and tongue were almost numb, and there were still some unfinished thoughts. , when I let go of my lips, I still remember the sound, like a buffalo's hoof being pulled out of a pool of mud...

But don't ask me what the first kiss tasted like. . Books say that the first kiss is sweet, like sugar. My first kiss, except for the smell of alcohol... Mo Mo had just vomited.