that know me。

  yesterday i was not online, not coz of lazy, but my body is very busy, no more hands hit the keyboard the time for making love does not allow me to leave for writing。

  i went out in yesterday evening and then i came back at noon today。

  when i am on my way of caming back, smoking on the street corner where didn't bother people。 i found there is a man passing by me and looking at me。 why you have the courage looking at me, but no courage to accost me。

  a few days ago, i found that my account had been added a banknote, afterwards my line just woke up。 he called me for coming out and saying that i would be moldy if i still stay and hide myself in my small room。

  i came out and still saw him on the corner of the street and i got into his car。 the air conditioner make me feeling a bit cold。

  "how's going?"。

  "just so so"。

  "why have you hide yourself in the room?"。

  "i'm writing"。

  "what weird papers? need to hand in when new semester start or did not finish the work of last school year?"

  "no, i'm writing novel"。

  "write novel? love story?"。

  "no, erotic novels"。

  "wow, erotic novels, you are getting more and more different。 can you give me to read?"

  "you will read it today"。

  "will you write me in?"。

  "not necessarily"。

  he smiled at me and drove me for dinner。

  he is 30 years older than me。 the passerby might think that he is my uncle or my daddy。 actually, he is one of my sugardaddy。

  he had known me for a long time。 when i was a high school student he had found me。 at that time, the airport rapid transit had not been constructed。 going to take the plane is a bit difficult。

  maybe you will ask me why you are with such an older man? personally i like a mature man,