This is probably a memoir, recalling my shared life with my two roommates.
The recent epidemic has caused me to be locked down at home, and I have been extremely bored, so I thought of writing down the fragments of my life in the past few years. Fortunately, I have the habit of keeping a diary, so it is relatively easy to sort it out. Maybe after writing down the memories, I record them in real time.
What I want to write is the story of my two roommates. I was forced to live under the same roof with two boys due to various circumstances in my life, and with my keen observation and the homosexuality detector in my body that had always been full of talent, I successfully discovered their secrets, and finally gained their trust by chance. Everything is so perfect, there are no coincidences, so now I live my life as a winner in life. Not to mention the CP I consume, I can also personally observe my CP cohabitation! ! ! Although the intimate actions are done through the door.
I'm not a person with big pursuits. I don't have to work overtime, CP will give me sugar, I can eat fried chicken and milk tea and I'm happy. I like and cherish everything at the moment. I don't know how long we can continue to live together like this, and I don't know how long I will write. Tomorrow is always unknown, and plans are just current assumptions about the future. Who knows what will happen when I open my eyes the next day? (Just like I wrote this when the lockdown was in place, nucleic acid testing has become a thing of the past when it was issued.)
That's it. ——2020.02.09
Perspective of the work: This article is a third-person perspective, first-person narrative!
Since Chun Aiwen has to set up character cards, protagonists and perspective, they can be ignored.
Purpose: I just want to tell a simple story, a story about my two roommates who share a house. They are a gay couple, that's all.
