Flirting shouldn't be too aloof [uncle] 1

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"Don't be too reserved when flirting!" That's what I said.

Eight months ago, I met Uncle at the amusement park. Uncle said that when we first met, my words were simple and blunt, but he felt he couldn't refute the logic behind them. So, he became my Uncle.

I said this:

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On the fourth day of our verbal battle, the usually reserved Uncle finally admitted that he "might be all sanctimonious on the outside but full of lewd thoughts on the inside," and that "clothed, he's human; undressed, he's not."

I said, "Be human, undressed, you're beast. Accepting another version of yourself is what makes you whole."

I successfully blew Uncle's roof off, and even gave him a lesson on Freudian sexual concepts, and jokes like "yamete" and "six-dollar spicy hot pot." Then, I summarized Uncle's approach with this: when flirting, don't be too reserved; being a cultured person with a touch of roguishness is also a good thing.

In fact, Uncle accepted this rough treatment because I was simply his girl. He'd flirt when he wanted to, have sex when he was hungry, apologize when he made a mistake, and be irresistibly arrogant when he was proud. Instantly, I questioned my existence, experiencing a strong sense of defeat—too young, too simple.

So it's not hard to understand why I calmed down for half a year with Uncle's company. My friends in the amusement park asked when I planned to write a sequel.

"I'm doing well, too busy to write."

"Is this a sign you're going to settle down with one person for life?" Deep down,

I was looking forward to it. Then I said—wait a minute, just a little longer, the moon behind the clouds awaits the wind.

Last weekend, I just got back from Beijing. Uncle's place was there, and we did indeed stay home for two days. We ordered takeout when we were hungry, kissed when we were thirsty, watched movies when we were tired, and had sex when we were sleepy. To me, this was a very magical state.

Perhaps Uncle's heart was filled with a bunch of cat paws—what happened to the Summer Palace, the camping tripe, and the tripe? We didn't release any pigeons for the tripe, and we've already eaten our fill.

The dipping sauce coated my soul, and I clung to Uncle's little brother. Haha!

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