He didn't leave, and found a place downstairs, outside the hotel gate. After seeing Yin Guo's WeChat reply, he just wanted to smoke.
But there is no body.
There were a few passengers outside the hotel who were also smoking next to the trash can. He walked over and politely borrowed a paper cigarette. It was pure white paper, flammable, and wrapped in brown shredded tobacco. It was the best thing for calming emotions. His smoking gestures are very old-fashioned. Anyone who sees them will think that he is an old smoker. In fact, he has quit for many years.
The last time, I was downstairs in the New York apartment, with Chen An'an, what was it for
Also because of Yin Guo.
This time, it was also because of Yin Guo. During the time he spent smoking a cigarette, he figured out what he was going to do. It would be more than six hours apart every time he went back and forth, which was not worth it, and as far as he knew himself, he might not be able to do anything serious if he was away for more than six hours, and he had to think about her.
It might as well go upstairs.
…
Lin Yiyang put the watch on the tea cabinet at the entrance, the black metal watch chain, the dial, and the pointer were operating according to what he had adjusted—7:01.
He hugged Yin Guo, and Yin Guo suddenly lifted his feet off the ground and wrapped his arms around his neck reflexively.
Feeling Lin Yiyang's left hand on his waist, and his right hand wrapped around his thigh: "Come up." He said.
Yin Guo tried to go up a little bit, hugged him, and her heart was beating like crazy.
For this man.
Lin Yiyang originally wanted to carry her into the room, but her hair turned his face to the side.
After Yin Guo took a shower, she dried her hair, but it was untied, and it was scattered behind her shoulders, around her face. Girls smell so good because of the psychological effects he likes, or because of the extra additions of shampoo and body wash. He didn't want to delve into it, but he just didn't want to go to the room, and he didn't want to leave even one more step.
He put her on the tea cabinet, looked down at Yin Guo's face, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Why is it so fragrant?"
"... just took a shower, before going to bed." The way he praised was too direct, as if teasing.
he laughed.
Hot, with a hint of cigarette smoke, it fell on her forehead.
"You go over there—" she wanted to say, she's grown up, don't you know that girls smell good after taking a bath
"Past what?"
He turned his head to kiss her.
But Chiji was on her lips, no more than one centimeter apart, and they never moved.
Yin Guo couldn't help pursing her lower lip, her heart fluttering.
Like being in water, lack of buoyancy, if you want to sink, you can't sink, if you want to float...you can't float.
He was actually observing her subtle expressions, and slowly changed direction, as if looking for the best kissing position.
He asked again: "Stop talking?"
This is a trap.
It was waiting for her to open her mouth, waiting for her to speak.
Yin Guo was fooled, as soon as she opened her mouth, Lin Yiyang kissed her directly.
With absolutely no room for her to breathe, nor for himself, it was an oxygen-deprived affair. Yin Guo's tongue was numb from his kiss, and he kept trying to inhale through his nose, but the effect was minimal, and the air in the room was sucked away.
The last trace of oxygen was also exhausted, and her nails pinched on his shoulder, as if she had been let go, and she seemed to be still kissing.
He saw that her eyes were red, and she was still staring at himself.
…
He kissed her forehead.
Who still remembers the past, her mind is not moving.
I don't want to think anymore.
Slowly, she panted for a while, leaning her head against the cabinet in exhaustion, looking at him.
Lin Yiyang did the same, looking at her too, with the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously.
"What are you laughing at?" she murmured.
"Why are you so good-looking," Lin Yiyang replied, "How did you get born?"
rhetoric.
But she seemed to see how her heart was melted by him...
in front of him.
"A lot of people are chasing you?" He asked, "It's so pretty, there should be quite a few."
She shook her head: "My brother has a lot of younger brothers in our school. In junior high school, he let go of the words to prevent people from chasing me. I was together in junior high school, and there were very few boys who dared to talk to me."
Then he should really thank Meng Xiaodong.
"Only one time, I was called to the office for no reason, and the repeaters in our class wrote my name on the back of the school uniform. I didn't know it at all, and was scolded by the teacher, insisting that I wanted to invite parents for my puppy love. My brother went," Yin Guo wanted to laugh when she mentioned this matter, "My homeroom teacher is my brother's fan, and I wonder if she did it on purpose."
Lin Yiyang listened and imagined the scene.
I was thinking, if he knew Yin Guo at that time, it might not be so simple, he could take that kid out and beat him up.
"Later my brother came back and told me that he looked at the group photo of the class and said to the class teacher, 'It's impossible to be with this person, my sister doesn't have good taste, she only likes handsome ones'."
He thought about it, he was pretty good-looking, otherwise he really wouldn't be sure to catch her.
Yin Guo spoke happily and relaxed himself even more.
The pajamas she changed into after taking a shower were a loose short-sleeved top and cotton sports shorts. Her snow-white legs were all exposed in front of her eyes, and she kept adjusting her position in front of him, trying to find a comfortable sitting position. .
She was ignorant, talking and laughing, not knowing how attractive a girl is in front of her boyfriend.
Sight, smell, and hearing are all occupied by her.
Need to say something to divert attention from yourself. he thinks.
"I graduated from No. 7 Middle School." He also talked about high school.
Yin Guo was surprised: "It's only five minutes away from our school, and you can walk there. At that time, the people squatting outside the gate of our school, except for the little hooligans, were all from your No. 7 Middle School."
He was noncommittal. This is not surprising, his high school is a well-known gangster school in the district.
"Tell me more," she stretched out her arms, hugged him again, and leaned towards him, "I want to hear."
The girl's breath is in the ears, the face, and the softness in front of her.
Lin Yiyang let her hug him, and put his face on her: "What do you want to hear?"
"Your past."
"Past what?" he asked again.
Yin Guo was suddenly afraid that she would poke his heart, so she changed her words: "It's okay to say something else, for example, your major."
"I told you earlier, if you want to know anything, just ask," he said in a low voice, "I know everything about you, and I can tell you everything."
To put it simply, because of his tone, it was covered with a layer of warmth that seemed to be absent.
If a person's voice could have color, his voice is now on the vast road, in the middle of the night, the color of the lights of the motel that he encounters by the side of the road: warm, dark, and related to the night.
In the next hour, Lin Yiyang told her a lot.
There are memories of his childhood, his homeland on the other side of the coast, and in the end, stories about his parents.
"My parents were walking together. There was a car accident on the highway during a business trip," Lin Yiyang said calmly, "Both of them work in an automobile group. My father is in the sales department and my mother is in the financial department. Originally, my mother She took me and my younger brother at home all the time, and suddenly insisted on going on a business trip with my dad that year. I found out later that she was the one who noticed the signs of my dad cheating and wanted to watch him. Unexpectedly, we left together in the end. "
He paused, then continued: "When I grew up and packed up their belongings, I discovered the other side of the matter. In fact, the reason why my father traveled on business for a long time was because he found out about my mother's affair."
She doesn't know how to comfort people, and every time her friend is sad, she will just accompany her friend dryly, handing out delicious food and napkins, but she can't say beautiful words, and say something that can comfort people's hearts: "If you can say it, it should be letting go ,Is it right?"
He replied flatly: "Yes, it's over early."
All the stories of the previous generation have already been written to the end of the play and the curtain call.
"Do you still believe in marriage?" She tried to continue the conversation.
After asking, Lin Yiyang raised his eyes slightly, looking at himself.
"I want to comfort you," she explained to herself, "don't overthink it, don't misinterpret it."
"What do you think I'm thinking?"
Yin Guo didn't say a word, he couldn't talk about him, so let's not talk about it.
"Believe it," he looked at her for a while before answering her question, "I believe in myself."
I have seen enough bloody life, and I have also experienced several rounds of ups and downs. The teenager struggled, reached the top, won the national championship, and had nothing after the age of sixteen, and started all over again. Sixteen years old is the initial stage of many people's life. He has already experienced a round of peaks and valleys. Now at the age of twenty-seven, he can see more clearly what life he wants.
"What else do you want to ask?" he said.
"No, I don't want to ask anymore." She shook her head and hugged him. "I was sleeping just now, and I was woken up by you. I'm still sleepy."
Yin Guo originally wanted to ask him why he left Dongxin City, but now he doesn't want to ask.
Don't want to ask anything.
If you can say a hundred sentences without nutrition, talking to him is not a waste of life.
She even felt that counting one, two, three with him was more interesting than watching a big movie.
But now she is confused by the story of his parents, and she doesn't want to say a word, and she doesn't want to make him feel sad.
Lin Yiyang once again felt the curve of his girlfriend's body. It can be said that... she has a figure that makes his blood boil. Lin Yiyang was hugged one after another by her, and he couldn't hide, but he didn't want to hide either.
In his private space, he was hugging his real girlfriend, so there was nothing to hide from.
"Take you to sleep," he said.
"Um."
He picked Yin Guo up, walked into the room from the porch, hugged her in front of him, and went directly to the bed together.
The slippers she was wearing fell on the carpet long ago, and Lin Yiyang's coat also fell on the carpet at the door... He pushed the snow-white quilt aside and took off his shoes.
Yin Guo rolled with him in the bed sheet.
Both are short-sleeved, with their arms next to each other. She was wearing shorts, he was jeans, and the rough stripes of the denim were soft and rough against her legs and ankles.
Lin Yiyang was kissing everywhere he wanted and could through the pure cotton fabric.
Yin Guo felt that she was really going crazy. This man just used the simplest and most ordinary movements to make her sink into a situation where she was deeply needed, extremely needed by him.
She has heard people around her describe countless times that all first loves are crazy, because it is all the first time, no skills, no experience, desire for emotion, desire for the opposite sex, and understanding of each other's body is all zero …
When facing someone they like, girls are no less curious about sex and body structure than men.
For example, at this moment.
Lin Yiyang sucked her lips repeatedly, and she lay on the bed with her head up. The two of them were so tired that they hugged and kissed on the bed for more than three hours with their clothes on. The blood and nerves all over their bodies were screaming "so tired, so sleepy". .
She was thinking vaguely, hugging his waist, and suddenly wanted to touch his body.
Naked, unclothed upper body, back.
The man on her body stopped and was looking at her face. He wanted to take off her blouse, to have a look, and to sleep with her in his arms.
Since he tried twice halfway, but she avoided them with a smile, Yin Guo certainly knew what his eyes meant, so she also stopped and wanted to speak, her throat was itchy, and she couldn't help clearing her throat.
The room was silent.
a few seconds later—
"... don't want that." Her voice was barely audible.
Not ready yet.
"Don't do it," he told her around her neck, "I want to see it."
After kissing for several hours, mobilized by the intimate interaction, his every move, every word and deed is no longer restrained, and he has returned to the true state of a man, completely, completely undisguised, unmodified, he Just a man who wants to take a closer look at his girlfriend.
…
Yin Guo's throat was dry, dizzy and dizzy, and she was dizzy from the burn: "Girls are all the same, and they look the same."
Her neck was flushed, and so were her ears, flushed.
"I don't know if there is a difference," he said, "I've never seen it."
…
Yin Guo struggled for a while, then retorted in a low voice, "I haven't seen it either."
The intention was to dispel his thoughts.
I didn't expect this man to be a real hooligan...
Lin Yiyang propped up his arms and sat up from her side, without a word of nonsense, he took off the short sleeves with both hands, and took them off. After taking off, she threw the clothes directly beside the pillow and bent down.
Next to her face, he whispered to her: "Come on, take a good look."
Because the elbow was pressed against her side, supporting the arm, the muscles in that arm were naturally revealed. There is no excess fat on the upper body, the waistline on both sides is very beautiful, and the mermaid line can also be seen...
Yin Guo's eyes slid down along the mermaid line, and the rest of her body stopped at the edge of the pair of jeans at the end of the front zipper. It turns out that he has more than one tattoo, above the mermaid line, there is an abstract design pattern.
It is a compass without a dial.
Only half can be seen, the rest is covered by jeans.
Yin Guo couldn't help observing the tattoo: "Is there no pointer?" She pointed to the tattoo on his waist.
Only directional signs and background graphics, where is the pointer
"Here," he said.
Lin Yiyang's right hand, with his index finger and middle finger together, roughly circled a position under his belt and below the mermaid line. The attitude is very clear: If you want to see it, I will show it to you.