Yuan Geng short stories, four short stories of spring, summer, autumn and winter
1. The winter of grapefruit
"God, give me a man to play with!" Xu Youzi made a wish in the tail of autumn.
Tails didn't seem to have gone far when he heard Xu Youzi's wailing like a pig being slaughtered.
So in the first snow of early winter, Xu Youzi picked up a boy with a face turned pale from the cold in the old north wind.
Lin Dong looked up at the tightly wrapped man, the hot breath steaming in front of his eyes, and his long eyelashes were soon stained with a light layer of frost, covering his dark blue pupils.
"There is no Santa Claus, but maybe there is a Mrs. Claus here who can grant your wishes."
2. Summer, watermelon, iced Coke, and ghost slices
In the hot summer, the cold air in the room is sufficient.
The fluorescent green screen light reflected Chen Xijing's dull face. He put down the spoon digging the watermelon, and the next second he was frightened by the ghost and screamed.
Lin Xia thought he was a lunatic who was both playful and fun-loving. He watched ghost movies with a Coke can in his hands every evening, and she had to leave the lights in the living room to turn off every time.
This was the thirtieth day after she returned to the island. Her grandma rented the old house to Chen Xijing, a young man, so the two were forced to start a life of roommates under the same roof.
"Coke kills sperm."
"It doesn't matter, I'm not married or have children."
"Ghost movies are scary."
"It's not a big problem, I haven't been scared to death yet."
Okay, let's watch it together. Lin Xia dug out his collection of movies, trying to scare Zhu Ma to death and inherit the watermelon and happy water in his refrigerator.
Ghost movies are not scary. Having a roommate who screams when seeing ghosts is scary. Lin Xia picked her ears, trying to feel if her eardrums were still there.
She swore that she would be like a dog if she watched ghost movies with Chen Xijing again.
Woof!
(Summer! Who can resist not having a childhood sweetheart!
Concept: Cute and adorable, without a brain.
