Cartoonist's Dream

There is one thing that is really hard to understand. It is called plton-love (Plato love), which means love, affection or friendship in the Oxford dictionary. The two love each other intimately but without sex, spiritual rather than physical love.

Mo Moxinzi really likes Limu.Like some 20-somethings falling in love with 70-year-olds, or Humbert falling in love with Dorothy Hayes.

At first, this feeling was not very strong, but now, whether it is the clear voice of Limu, the reliable maturity like a big tree, or the wavering tuft of sleeping hair, she likes it differently.

As long as you close your eyes, his bright black and slender eyes will appear.Those eyes are sometimes sharp and able to pierce people's hearts, and sometimes they are full of tenderness. There was only one time of violent anger.Full of appealing deep color anytime.

Several times, she wanted to put her hands on his pink, rosy and thin lips to caress. This impulse has been tormenting her.But Mo Moxin is definitely not a pedophile, because she only has this desire for Li Mu, and has no feelings for other little kids. [

At first she was asking what it was she was attracted to, and then came to the conclusion that she was attracted to all of him.The platonic love is so sad, and the rich fragrance that settles around him makes Mo Moxin throb in the dark, haunted by dreams several times.

If you have to find an explanation that is in line with human nature, it is——

Li Mu is smarter than any man she has ever met, more noble and reliable than any man.Exuding a distinctive atmosphere in the mortal world, like the only fairy descended into the world, the isolated figure is most obvious when painting.

Mo Moxin thought so.

The 12-year-old Li Mu is more open-minded than ordinary people and has a world view that does not belong to ordinary people.

As long as it is something mysterious or mysterious, both men and women will pursue it, right?Maybe it's a function of curiosity?Trying to theoretically speculate on the idea of ​​a secret love is really idiotic... In short, being able to work by Dai Limu's side is the thing she is most proud of in her life.

Like most women, before the age of 25, she thought that making love was unnecessary, and she was able to enjoy the joy of life for the first time. The shackles were influenced by Limu, but a certain experience brought her an indescribable pain .

Even if it was just an attempted violation.It still caused a terrible situation, as if the saliva and body fluids of the beast were covered with incurable bacteria, sticky and intertwined on his skin, refusing to leave.

So she takes a bath for more than an hour every time, at least three times a day, but she still feels unclean, and she still feels that there are residues on her neck when she rubs it red. As long as you give them four or five hours, they will resurface and reproduce in groups.

No matter what you use to smear it, it can't kill the bacteria, it's like a gangrene that makes her sick...

#Moxin.The neck is a little red, have you been bitten by a mosquito? ...I have a box of cooling oil here.

No matter how meticulous Li Mu is to everyone, in fact, those who know him well know that he has a sweetheart, and that he loves so much that the world falls apart, and he is desperately in love.In front of that woman, let alone relatives and friends, even his mother's persuasion is meaningless.

The small red round box with the dragon and tiger pattern has been preserved until now and has not been returned.The cooling oil in it is really effective.Refreshing and refreshing...but it's all used up now.

Probably the bacteria have developed drug resistance, and the newly bought boxes of cooling oil have no effect.

The neck is getting redder and redder. Is there more bacteria?Or rub too hard?

After examination by a dermatologist, the skin is fine and the red marks will fade away soon.Ah, even the hospital can't detect that disgusting sticky bacteria, they've been stuck there, hiding under the skin, haven't they?

After Mo Moxin went to the hospital, she still couldn't sleep peacefully.

I can no longer touch Limu.bacteria.This kind of bacteria may be contagious, and if it is not handled well, it may be transmitted to others... But he is reluctant to leave him.

So, putting on a layer of gloves that reached to her arms, Mo Moxin returned to her daily life. [

There is an inexplicable itching on the body that spreads vaguely on the other clean skin, and it really has reached this point.The entire neck was red, and the high collar alone couldn't cover it up, so I had to wear a plush scarf...it made it even more itchy.

Mo Moxin would occasionally be invited by Limu to do morning exercises together, just like before, two or three or four or five people came out for a run.

#Moxin.You should come out to exercise more when no one is calling.

While turning around deftly, Li Mu said in a voice audible to both of them.His thin lips glistened in the sun, perhaps because of the reflection of winter lipstick.The water vapor exhaled from between her thin lips and the water vapor wafting all over her body made Mo Moxin's heart beat faster, and she desperately wanted to lower her head and take a deep breath.

#I have a treadmill in my apartment, and I exercise every day.

#Ah, that kind of exercise is not an exercise.At home, there is no fresh air and no contact with the sun.Sunshine can give animals and plants vitality, kill bacteria, promote plant growth, and help bones absorb calcium. Therefore, exercising at home has a completely different meaning from exercising outside.

#oh.Why are you telling me this all of a sudden?

#You still wear a scarf while running, don’t you?You didn't notice that you were afraid of the cold at all, you didn't wear a scarf at all before.

Sure enough, Li Mu is indeed an open-minded person, and Mo Moxin has never doubted this.

#梨木, you are not bad.

After hearing the praise, Li Mu was full of confusion, while Mo Moxin laughed uncontrollably.

Mo Moxin always has an electric shock device, a bottle of anti-wolf water and two reading materials in her bag.

One of them is a magazine, or "T Jiapin" or "Shangguo Boutique", which is usually used as a flavoring agent.Mo Moxin happily read these works drawn by Limu.Some of these works are very funny, some are full of depth, some are very inspirational...with beautiful colors and lovely illustrations.

The other book is about financial planning, business negotiation, etc. It is full of knowledge that is more difficult to understand than college textbooks, which makes it tasteless to read.But after understanding a kind of knowledge, it becomes a kind of joy. The most important thing is that this knowledge can pull into the boundary between her and Limu, so I read desperately.

Then, it seems meaningless to do these things now, the bacteria spread from the outer skin to the visceral epidermis in a short time, and this time it is really doomed.

I can't read the book anymore, I have almost no appetite, and I feel irritable all over my body... In short, let's sort out all the previous documents first, then make arrangements for future generations, and finally write a suicide note.

Sunday, March 2002, 3, Easter evening.

Just as Mo Moxin sat at the low table in the living room and finished a letter to her younger brother, there was a crackling sound from the door of the apartment, and only a moment later a ghostly figure appeared by the door, and Mo Moxin hurriedly shouted call:

"Ah, you go out first, don't come in!"

It is pear wood.

When meeting unexpected people at unexpected times, the tension in my heart is indescribable.Looking down for his scarf, he yelled and swung his backhand towards the door.

Although he tried his best to drive away the Easter kid, he still had a serious expression on his face, walked to the sofa silently, stared at the injured neck, and asked sharply: [

"Mo Xin, what's going on here?"

Mo Moxin's neck was covered with nail-sized hard lumps like scales, with blood still oozing from the edges, and pink tender flesh could be seen.Even the lower face began to spread lumps, just like Medusa in "Metamorphosis", evolving into an ugly evil creature,

But compared to her, Li Mu looked more like a vicious ghost in hell, whose harsh questioning made her a little tongue-tied.

"I, I just scratched it accidentally. No, it's nothing, just wait for the scar to fall off naturally, that's all..." Mo Moxin panicked and grabbed a cushion next to her hip, and raised it to block the side Face.

"Oh? How did I hear that Bot... No, how did I see your hand hurt?"

Li Mu stared at the sleeves that had slipped off due to lifting the mat, and there were also two or three hard scales under her wrists.

"This, this... I fell and injured myself in the bathroom."

Mo Moxin lifted the cuff with the other hand, and hurriedly pinched the sleeve with her ring finger and little finger.

"You know the meaning of covering up, right? Bot has told me all about it."

Bot is Mo Moxin's personal bodyguard and lives next to her apartment. No matter how well he conceals it, he will inevitably feel strange over time.Especially at the end of March and still wearing a scarf, no matter how you look at it, you will feel confused.After questioning, she only heard that her body was itchy and had bacteria... According to the agreement, she kept it a secret for a long time.

Bote always felt that Mo Moxin was getting worse, and finally reported her strange symptoms to Limu.

Li Mu sat directly next to the financial planner, trying to break off the cushion she was holding with her hands, and fixed her eyes on the letter on the table.

"What the hell is going on?! Even the suicide note has been written!"

"...Yes, I'm sorry, because bacteria, bacteria spread"

Mo Moxin moved her hips away from Li Mu, for fear of infecting him.

"Mo Xin, what bacteria? Tell me clearly, have you seen a doctor in the hospital? Don't act rashly, explain everything to me in detail!"

Seeing that the secretary was about to run away, Li Mu rushed over from the sofa.Holding her thigh to prevent her from leaving, he stared up at his secretary with a more terrifying expression on his face.

In an already desperate situation, Mo Moxin's inner defense was finally broken by the restraint and persecution of the man she liked, and the whole story poured out like beans.

...The secret that has been hidden for half a year cannot be revealed without some drastic methods. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point to vote, monthly pass, your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile phone users, please go to read.)