[Naked Exam] Today I went to Junya for class. Those in Changsha all know that there are many people from the four major schools there, and it's common to bump into acquaintances. My seatmate was one of them. We chatted briefly, and she asked me, "Have you reviewed?" "Are you talking about the entrance exam on the 9th?" "Yes." "Not yet, oh no, I really don't want to memorize the liberal arts subjects, there are so many books," I replied. At this point, another classmate chimed in, "You guys are still reviewing? You're truly diligent, I've decided to take the exam without preparation." Class started, so we didn't talk anymore. On the 9th, when we sat according to our seats, luckily, next to me was the classmate who said she would take the exam naked. After all, having someone familiar around means someone to chat with after class. However, her seat remained empty. The teacher handed out the test papers, and the bell rang to start the exam. Only then did she come running in, panting. When I looked at her, my goodness, her skin was completely peeled off, revealing fresh red flesh. She turned her head, gave me a V sign, and proudly said, "See, I told you I'd take the exam naked!"
[Haircut] My mom insisted I cut my hair short, and it's already shorter than my limit for seeing people. Honestly, I can't go out and face others; it's too embarrassing to be seen by classmates at school. So, I asked Xiao Hui to accompany me to get extensions. We found a well-decorated store at the South Gate, and the boss was very热情. After the extension, I indeed looked much better. Satisfied, I threw down several red bills and left proudly. However, to be honest, the smell of the chemicals was really awful, but for beauty, I accepted it. In the following days, wherever I went, I could smell that chemical odor, like some kind of animal fat, which was quite nauseating. No matter how many times I washed my hair, the smell wouldn't go away.
One day after school, as I passed by the hair salon, I saw a seal on the shop door, with a crowd discussing around it. I moved closer and heard them say, "Oh my, they deserve punishment, using dead people's hair for extensions..." I fell to the ground instantly.
When I got home, I hesitated for a long time, eventually convincing myself that grace is more important than ghosts and spirits, or something like that. Anyway, I didn't remove my extensions. But I don't know why, the stench of the hair kept getting stronger. A few days later, one night while I was half-asleep, I caught a glimpse of a shadow standing beside my bed, muttering "Return my hair, return my hair~~" I rolled off the bed in shock, and the shadow floated towards me. I knew she had come to reclaim her hair. I clutched my head tightly, not daring to look. Then I felt a hand slowly touching my head, pulling my hair forcefully. I was in excruciating pain but couldn't muster the strength. Before I lost consciousness, I saw the female ghost attaching her hair onto her head, combing it continuously with a red jade comb, giggling. The next day, the police found a female corpse in a certain neighborhood, with the scalp torn off, the scene was horrifying.
So, would you get hair extensions for beauty?
[iPhone Crazy] Darling, where are you? Oh, here you are. Why don't you speak when I call you? Oh, I forgot... your tongue has been cut off, how could you speak? Hehe, my memory is really bad.
Do you know? Today is Valentine's Day, there are so many people on the street. Why won't you go out with me? Oh, I remember, I made hams out of your legs and hung them on the beam.
But it doesn't matter, we can listen to love songs. What? Sorry, I accidentally poured boiling water into your ears. Don't be mad. Your hair is so dirty, let me wash it for you. Look, the nails I hammered into your skull have rusted. Hehe, tonight is such a romantic night. Finally, I'm not alone anymore. I happily said to the person struggling on the bed. I really, really like you.
[Let's Go See the Sea] I met that man again on the subway. He carefully observed him. Because I work so late, every time I board the subway, it's only him and that man. It seems, there is an inexplicable tacit understanding between us.
The man has a straight nose bridge, a sharp face, deep-set eyes, and he almost fell into the whirlpool of his gaze.
What's wrong? Aren't we both men! He shook his head, helplessly smiled and got off the subway.
But why does my heart feel like a vine sprouting out of the ground, gradually becoming lush, slowly growing into a feeling he can no longer resist, so every day I follow that person, and inside feels like a sour soda candy fermenting.
Until one day, that man noticed him, turned around, and smiled at him, "Hey, do you want to go see the sea?"
He was stunned for a moment. Is this real? His prince actually invited him!!!
Before he could nod, the man had already gotten off the car by himself, and he followed closely behind.
They bought tickets for the EMU train, boarded, and departed.
Well, isn't it absurd? But how many emotions in life aren't absurd yet make us sink deeper and deeper?
The old carriage still had only the two of them, the handles and rings swinging constantly, the fan creaking, the sunlight flashing through each window, casting mottled shadows on the floor, dancing like a waltz.
Carrying a large lemon-yellow suitcase, they walked out of the carriage. In front of them was an uninhabited white sandy beach, soft, startling a group of seagulls, flapping their wings urgently, circling and leaving. The deep blue sea interwove with the light blue sky, meeting at the horizon, blurring the boundaries between them. Walking through the seaside town, the three o'clock afternoon sun lazily shone on the glass windows of the café, looking bright.
They walked barefoot towards the sea. All the way, they didn't say a word, but it felt like they had known each other for a long time, sharing a rare tacit understanding.
He walked behind, watching the man's flying hair, suddenly feeling tightly embraced. The man only said one sentence to him, "I love you, thank you for coming with me, goodbye." When he looked up again, all that was left in his hands was an urn, with the man's radiant smile on it.
In a daze, he scattered the man's ashes into the sea, his heart filled with painful sweetness. After scattering the last handful, he realized that having walked this journey with him, having experienced his embrace, and having his heart, might be enough.
He smiled and turned into foam on the sea.
Actually, he had died instantly in the car accident, but because he couldn't let go of him, he appeared in human form, silently following him and protecting him every day. Originally, they were each other's.
At the edge of the Naihe Bridge, they held hands and walked together. When Mengpo came with the soup, they glanced at each other, tightly held each other's hands, and jumped into the Wangchuan River.
A thousand years of torment, I am not afraid.
Because I love you, so even the pain becomes sweet.
[Mold] He was a boy I really disliked, we called him Brother De because he looked very much like Li Qingde.
He was effeminate, petty, hit girls, fat, didn't study, either sang or slept in class. Moreover, he was very conceited, extremely non-mainstream, loved taking selfies, interrupted the teacher during lessons, frankly, he was disgusting. He ate and slept all day, his desk was full of leftover garbage after eating, making me sick. Mold grew all over that garbage, but he didn't seem to care.
One day, during class, he suddenly felt unbearably itchy all over. He scratched left and right, but the itchiness only got worse. He rolled up his sleeves and was shocked to find his arms covered with black, yellow, and green mold. Afraid, he turned his head to ask his seatmate what was going on, but the seatmate turned pale upon seeing him. He took the seatmate's small mirror and saw that his face was also covered with large patches of mold.
He went crazy.
Behind him, the art major seatmate coldly laughed holding a paintbrush, "For not bathing for a year, I've almost been suffocated by your smell."