Shen Luoyu came to see me on Wednesday and brought a lot of daily necessities. Knowing that it would be inconvenient for me to travel without a car, he even went to the vegetable market to help me fill up the refrigerator.

Because of her money and efforts, my bad mood for a few days has also calmed down a lot. Even with her and me clichéd, saying something or not, I'm not so impatient anymore.

"Xiaojie, the mutual aid group I told you last time, do you have time to join one on Saturday?" Shen Luoyu simply made two plates of spaghetti and shared one with me.

"What kind of mutual aid group?" I rolled my face and didn't quite remember what she said about this mutual aid group. I probably thought she was too long-winded. I've heard it, and one ear went in and the other went out.

"It's that... Optimistic psychological support group."

I seem to have an impression of this name.

I looked up at her: "I have no psychological problems."

Shen Luoyu didn't believe it at all: "Is there any problem with you being so pessimistic and world-weary?"

I corrected her: "It's not my psyche, it's my philosophy."

She was speechless.

"My mother asked me to persuade you to go. If I fail again, she will come to the door in person. She has not been in good health for the past two years. Do you have the heart to watch her worry about your affairs?"

If she uses herself to play this family card, I can totally bear it. But my aunt is an elder I have respected since I was a child. As long as she goes out, I can't say "no" no matter what.

I was quiet and didn't directly refuse: "How is Auntie doing recently?"

"It's still an old problem. It's easy to cough when the weather is cold." Shen Luoyu poked his plate of pasta and said earnestly, "She's very worried about you."

My aunt suffered from lung disease when she was young. Although she was cured later, the root cause of the disease was still there, and it was easy to fall ill when there was any stimulation. When I had an accident, she shed a lot of tears for me, and I don't want her to worry about my affairs anymore.

She is one of the few people who is willing to worry about me.

After pursing my lips, I put down my fork, and finally gave in.

"Okay, I'll go."

After Shen Luoyu left, I packed up the tableware, poured myself a cup of sweet and white noble rot suitable for bedtime drinking, and came to the cd rack in the living room.

I pulled out the DVD of "Retrograde Wind" from the corner, opened the box, and I skillfully inserted it into the DVD player.

Sitting in the dim living room, looking at the screen that had been played repeatedly several times on the projection screen, I chose to fast-forward directly to the place I wanted to watch.

Hot and humid barn, topless men smoking cigarettes. The woman flirted with him, he hugged her into his arms, and the smoke from his mouth slowly exhaled, forming a wonderful fluid phenomenon, which vaguely enveloped the heads and faces of the two.

The nails sank slightly into the glowing muscles, and the thick blood vessels bulged and throbbed under the wheat-colored skin.

Desires on the verge of triggering, the hormones are thriving.

This movie deserves a more laudable image, but I love this part alone.

The director should be very fond of Shang Lu. Love his excellent expressiveness, and also love his acting skills armed to the hair. In the close-up of the profile face, every bead of sweat and every breathing ups and downs are just right, and even the mole on the earlobe seems to be telling the male protagonist's infinite charm.

Staring at the tiny black mole, another younger face flashed in my mind. I frowned, quickly clearing the anachronistic image from my mind.

After watching the movie, put the empty wine glass in the sink, and the sleepiness gradually emerged due to the effect of alcohol. I turned off the projection and controlled the wheelchair into the bedroom to rest.

That night, maybe it was because of drinking, or because I revisited "Retrograde Wind", I had a lot of messy dreams. When I woke up, I couldn't remember the content of the dream clearly, but I felt exhausted physically and mentally, as if I had been fighting with people all night.

"Teacher, I really have a reason. I didn't miss so many classes on purpose. Give me another chance and let me take the exam... I can't fail any more classes, or it will affect my graduation."

Knowing that they were going to fail the course, there were not a few students who came to me for intercession.

But today this is different.

I typed on the computer keyboard without looking up. Seeing that I ignored her, the girl simply walked around the desk and came to me.

"Teacher, please give me another chance." She lowered her body and half-kneeled beside my wheelchair, begging.

My head hurts even more.

Minimizing the window, I leaned back in the chair and looked down at her: "You will be disqualified from the exam after five absenteeisms, but you have more than five absenteeisms, classmate Yan Ying. Since the beginning of the semester, you have not attended my class once. You are not a freshman, you should know what I can't tolerate the most."

The girl flinched, her eyes dodging: "I have troubles, teacher. During the summer vacation, I got...depression, and then I couldn't control my emotions, and taking medicine didn't help. It didn't improve until the start of school, and I skipped classes... ...It's all because I'm sick, and I really didn't skip class on purpose."

I nodded. "Then give me the medical records. If you do have depression, I'll make excuses."

"I, I can't find it, I don't remember where I put it..." Yan Ying raised her head, her eyes with delicate eye makeup were full of tears, and she began to mess around, "Teacher, I won't lie to you. I really, It's really sick, it's really miserable, teacher...you have pity on me..."

There was a slight touch on my leg, and I looked down and saw that her hand had climbed up to my knee.

I frowned, not quite sure of her intentions.

"Please help me, I'm willing to do anything..." The girl bit her lip, looking pitiful, her long black hair was loose, making her skin paler.

It is clearly a pure appearance, but his words and deeds reveal lewdness and sophistication. The extreme contrast can sometimes feel exciting, and sometimes it can be nauseating. I am the latter.

The arrogant always feels that they can rule the world through beauty.