The sleepy Zhao Lanxiang was suddenly awakened by this roar.
She opened the bed, and her whole body was sore and painful as if she had been run over by a cart. She groaned softly.
Thinking of the intensity of yesterday, she couldn't help but twitch her lips. Young men are full of energy, so healthy and strong. It made her feel a little overwhelmed now, draining all her strength.
He Songbai turned his head and saw the woman who woke up with squinting eyes in the bed, and leaned in for a kiss.
His whole body was full of heat, and it flowed continuously to her.
However, the man who had driven meat was different from the ignorant Lengtouqing before. He started kissing from the forehead, and he couldn't help but linger, and the originally pure kiss became ambiguous.
His breath became messy and rapid, and he buried his head in her chest.
Zhao Lanxiang kicked him off the bed.
He Songbai was stunned, but he quickly moved closer and hugged her tightly.
"You are my woman now," he said forcefully.
After He Songbai finished speaking, his head became dizzy and fell directly on Zhao Lanxiang's body.
Seeing his slightly pale lips, Zhao Lanxiang touched his thumb involuntarily. She patted his face anxiously: "What's the matter?"
He Songbai groaned and panted, "Xiangxiang, I'm starving to death."
"I missed an early flight yesterday morning and came to see you..."
Zhao Lanxiang did the math, He Songbai didn't get a grain of rice yesterday! It's hard for him to do that kind of thing, and he doesn't look like a person with an empty stomach at all.
She patted his face, "You lie down first, and I'll cook some porridge for you to eat."
He Songbai made a cheeky snort, this kind of dream was so beautiful, it was so beautiful that it made him indulge. He also doesn't know how everything happened yesterday and how it ended. His desire for her has been around for a long time, and yesterday he couldn't restrain it from breaking out. He wants to keep her and use all his means.
He Songbai silently watched Zhao Lanxiang get up in front of him, put on his clothes, pull up his clothes and button up his underwear, which made him feel hot all over and his throat was thirsty.
Zhao Lanxiang washed the japonica rice before going out and boiled it slowly in a casserole. She buttoned up her windbreaker and went to the vegetable market to buy the freshest ingredients. She came back soon after a few minutes away.
He Songbai sat beside the bed with his chest bare, with a cigarette between his thumbs, holding it slightly.
The faint light of the late winter morning casts on him, and a little flame of the cigarette is caught between his fingers. Such a gentle gesture makes him look a little more handsome and elegant. The tranquility of the moment is completely different from the madness of yesterday. , so that Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help but take a few more glances.
She went to the kitchen to wash the pork, silver carp and prawns, cut the meat, peeled the shrimp, and washed the vegetables. Sliced onion, shredded ginger. Freshly fried omelettes are shredded and fried dough sticks are sliced.
The porridge in the casserole was rolling, and the aroma of japonica rice overflowed from the kitchen. She poured the ingredients into the porridge at the right time, and simmered the meat with the heat of the porridge.
He Songbai looked at the woman in the kitchen wearing a light pink apron washing vegetables quietly, his heart warmed, he couldn't help but leaned up and hugged her from behind.
His voice was hoarse, and he said firmly: "You are mine."
He had said this three times this morning, and his firm tone seemed to convince himself and her. Zhao Lanxiang couldn't help but feel sour in his heart, and his hands trembled when he put the fish fillets.
He Songbai kissed her vaguely, with a warm and wide embrace.
They all enjoy this warm and quiet atmosphere very much. They don't need to say anything. Just hugging them will give them a sense of steadiness and a sense of steadiness when they are on the ground.
Zhao Lanxiang earned his embrace and couldn't help laughing, "Let go of me, it's time for porridge."
"I'll let you taste our local food, boat porridge."
She scooped out the porridge, sprinkled it with chopped green onion, shredded fried dough sticks, and shredded egg, and brought the porridge to He Songbai.
"I didn't eat anything yesterday, let's have some porridge."
He Songbai took a sip. The japonica rice was soft and smooth, and the umami essence of the side dishes was all incorporated into the porridge. The porridge juice was fresh and attractive. He took a spoon and took a few mouthfuls of porridge. The fish fillets melted in the mouth, and the shrimps were tender and refreshing, a taste he was familiar with.
"It turns out that this is called boat porridge."
"I remember that one year you boiled fish porridge, and it tasted like this. This one tastes better..."
But the taste of that year is even more nostalgic.
Times are really different now. It was very difficult to eat a fish back then. How can you eat such a rich thing? Today, I want to eat fish and shrimp, meat and eggs, which are very nutritious.
He Songbai finished two bowls of porridge and wanted to drink another bowl, but Zhao Lanxiang stopped him.
"Take a break before you eat. You didn't eat all day yesterday."
He Songbai kissed her hand. He was so happy that he even wanted to kiss her hair. From head to toe, he had kissed every part of her.
"Yeah." He replied, looking deeply at Zhao Lanxiang.
He took the photo from that year out of his pocket and said, "I saw it faded yesterday."
"In a flash, you disappeared from inside."
He Songbai stared at her deeply, as if afraid that she would disappear in the next second.
"When I made the decision to come to you, it went back to normal."
Zhao Lanxiang stirred the warm porridge with a spoon with a smile, without speaking or denying, he finished the porridge quietly under his burning eyes.
When he said a word, she hummed.
"In 1976, you knew that speculation was wrong, but you didn't think it was wrong, because you knew that the policy would change in the future, right?"
Zhao Lanxiang ate a shrimp, and the fresh and tender shrimp burst between her lips and teeth.
"Um."
"In the spring of 1977, you tried so hard to get me to study. In fact, it was not because you thought I was illiterate, but you wanted me to take the college entrance examination, right?"
His words were full of traps, but at this point, Zhao Lanxiang could only nod his head. The fish fillets melted between her lips and teeth, and the silver carp's skin was smooth and fragrant.
"Um."
"At first, grandma was very resistant to you, but you really want to get close to her because you haven't seen her before, right?"
The information revealed in his words revealed his desire to spy on his future life. The tender and fresh shredded pork mixed with the shredded fritters was eaten into her mouth, full of fragrance, crisp and tender.
He Songbai finally swept her eyes tightly, gentle and full of aggression, "You came to the country in 1976 to find me, right?"
Zhao Lanxiang took the shrimp, kissed him, and blocked his mouth.
He Songbai hugged her hard, wishing to smash her into his own bones and blood, and never part again.
"Mom, why does Laozi despise you so much."
His thumb dipped into the hem of her clothes, kneading Xue Run, whom he loved, vigorously.
He Songbai panted sharply: "Run again next time and break your leg."
In fact, more words, he was drowned in the stomach, abandoned in the corner. His unwillingness, grievance, and anger were all paid off yesterday. He was enjoying her sweetness, the things that belonged to him that should have been given to him years ago.
He Songbai patted her buttocks and said, "Forget it, I'll let you go today."
"I have to meet my father-in-law and mother-in-law."
Zhao Lanxiang opened her eyes with blurred tears, and put her arms around his waist and head on his shoulders, "Let's go in the afternoon, I don't have the strength now."
"Can't handle my dad."
"If he knew what you did, he would break your leg."
"I'm not afraid of breaking my legs. It's going to rain and my daughter is going to marry. He can't stop her."
He Songbai couldn't help twitching his lips. After drinking the porridge, his lips were pale, and his thin lips were pursed, with a deep smile in his eyes, which conveyed a sexy and attractive warm color from his eyes. . Just like the intoxicating spring breeze, it is intoxicating.
In two years, he became thinner and gentler, but more stable and confident.
It is the appearance that Zhao Lanxiang was familiar with and then forgotten about.
What she remembered deeply in her heart was that rough and rustic man in the country, a strong and sturdy young man who smelled of sweat.
His inferiority and self-abandonment made her feel distressed and soft, and his diligence and diligence made her admire and fascinate.
He would ride a Phoenix bike at night, with a cold and lonely light, firmly walking towards the path he chose, bleeding and sweating, glowing and hot...
Zhao Lanxiang touched his rough but gradually cultivated hand. There were thick calluses on the knuckles of his index finger, which was caused by writing. It seems that although he changed his career, he still inherited the fine style of diligence and hard work.
His finger pulps are full, and the knuckles are large and long, and he can hold her feet with the palm of his hand.
His eyebrows are like peaks, he is handsome and handsome, his eyebrows are broad and handsome, and he is handsome and masculine. The tail of the eyebrows slanted into the temples, and he was born with a deep and good skin. He is like a piece of jade covered with thick dirt, and it needs to be hard to grind off the grime. Suffering is an excellent grinding rock. It makes him suffer, makes him suffer, and makes him excellent.
Two years later, when Zhao Lanxiang saw He Songbai again, she felt warm and emotional.
She couldn't help sighing: "Brother Bo is so nice."
He Songbai held her earlobe attentively, and said solemnly, "It's good, why don't you put it away and hide it at home?"
After he finished speaking, he said viciously: "If I don't come to you, you won't come to me, you die."
He Songbai could see why the photo faded better than her.
It was snowing heavily at that time, and he managed to get the nostalgic photos, recalling the past bit by bit, and suddenly found that even the photos that recorded her began to fade, and he was the only one left. At that moment, He Songbai's heart was shocked and sad.
She doesn't want him anymore, and doesn't even leave him photos.
But soon He Songbai regained his senses and heard the song again.
He Songbai aggressively bullied the target and asked her, "How did you feel yesterday?"
"Am I great?"
He and she both remembered the six kisses after writing the test paper in the spring of 1977. At that time, he hugged the quilt in a trembling and excited manner, just like the ignorant and stupefied green head. make her laugh.
Zhao Lanxiang didn't have the heart to reveal that He Songbai, who was a few years later, was still stunned, making her uncomfortable.
She kissed him sweetly, "Brother Bo makes me very happy and comfortable."
"I like everything about you."
Whether it is a mature man who has experienced the vicissitudes of life and knows gentleness, or a young man who is growing up, sincere and sincere, they are the people she loves the most...
This relationship has nothing to do with age or age. When he was 20 years old, he would take her for a ride on a bicycle, and he worked hard and sweated to earn money to save his daughter-in-law's book. He was young and impulsive but had a sincere heart; when he was 40 years old, he would give her a bouquet every day. Flowers, take good care of her, give her romance, give her tenderness, although lacking the passion of young people, they are mature and stable, making people feel at ease.
How fortunate is Zhao Lanxiang, after experiencing his tenderness, he has endured his passion again.
She stared at He Songbai and said earnestly, "I love you."
The author has something to say:
small theater:
Xiangxiang: Brother Bo, I love you...
Brother Bo: Xiangxiang, I love you too.
Pingshengjun: Kick over the dog food, collapse your kennel, and take your dog away.
The full text comes to an end here, and the next part is the visit to the father-in-law, the marriage, the steamed buns, and the sweet post-marital life.
Why stop here
At the beginning, I also imagined that everyone's personality and taste are different, some are urgent, some are gentle, and the rhythm is different, so it can't satisfy everyone. And stop here the context of the story is just complete, the aftertaste is the strongest. Unmistakably sweet.
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