YesterdayIwasnotonline,notcoofy,butmybodyisverybusy,nomorehandshitthekeyboardThetimeformakinglovedoesnotallowmetoleaveforwriting.

    IwentoutinyesterdayeveningandthenIcamebackatnoontoday.

    WhenIamonmywayofcamingback,smokingonthestreetcornerwheredidn'tbotherpeople.Ifoundthereisamanpassingbymeandlookingatme.Whyyouhavethecouragelookingatme,butnocouragetoaccostme.

    Afewdaysago,Ifoundthatmyaccounthadbeenaddedabanknote,afterwardsmylinejustwokeup.HecalledmeforcomingoutandsayingthatIwouldbemoldyifIstillstayandhidemyselfinmysmallroom.

    IcameoutandstillsawhimonthecornerofthestreetandIgotintohiscar.Theairconditionermakemefeelingabitcold.

    "How'sgoing?"

    "Justsoso."

    "Whyhaveyouhideyourselfintheroom?"

    "I'mwriting."

    "Whatweirdpapers?Needtohandinwhennewsemesterstartordidnotfinishtheworkofstschoolyear?"

    "No,I'mwritingnovel."

    "Writenovel?Lovestory?"

    "No,eroticnovels."

    "Wow,eroticnovels,youaregettingmoreandmoredifferent.Canyougivemetoread?"

    "Youwillreadittoday."

    "Willyouwritemein?"