Alcohol can make your high point so high, and it can make you down when you wake up. Starting from the body function, you can't keep up with it, and you are emptied. The sun was too hot to keep your eyes open.
Even the girl in front of me couldn't see clearly.
"Do you know how much you drank?" she said beside her. "It's almost two bottles, more than 40 degrees. We gave you three anti-alcoholic medicines."
Lin Yiyang was thirsty and his throat was dry, as if he had trekked through the wilderness for three days and three nights: "It's useless to drink the hangover medicine afterward."
He was telling her common sense, silly girl, she doesn't understand anything.
"I know...but there's nothing I can do."
Moreover, I vomited all the anti-alcoholic medicine three times, and didn't take any of them.
Later, everyone discussed that if it didn't work, we should send him to the hospital if he still feels uncomfortable after seeing him in the morning. Fortunately, Lin Yiyang has a lot of alcohol, so he can consume a lot of spirits by himself. The brothers poured water on him again and again, for fear of burning him out.
Yin Guo was full of distress and unhappiness. When he went to the game, Meng Xiaodong sobered up first, looked at Yin Guo and said, "I guess I can play well today." He watched Yin Guo grow up, and knew that the more upset she felt before the competition, the more stimulated she was, the better she would be able to play, like a reverse psychology.
Sure enough, she joined hands with another senior sister and successfully entered the semifinals.
"Do you remember taking a shower?" She stretched her arms and looked at him.
He shook his head, he was lying to her, but he actually remembered.
"Then you don't remember eating noodles?" She still fed it mouthful.
Still shaking his head, he sat up slightly.
The upper body was a shirt, but all the buttons were undone, and it was Yin Guo who unbuttoned him one by one, fearing that he would not sleep well. The quilt slid from the collarbone to the waist.
There is an unopened bottle of water behind the lamp on the bedside table. He copied it, unscrewed it, and gulped it down. The body is too thirsty for water, and I can truly feel a stream of cool water flowing down the throat, entering the stomach, more like infiltrating the internal organs.
People are recovering.
In fact, this is nothing. When he went to the west in China, the most ferocious thing was the horse wine and horse wine given by others. The strong alcohol was so fierce that he almost thought he was drinking pure alcohol. There is also the beer puree that is abundant in the land of the motherland, which is easier to drink and easier to get drunk. It is many times stronger than these foreign wines.
This time it was "sad wine", he expected to pour it, but he was afraid that he would not be completely drunk if he poured it too hard, so he went back to the room and drank all the bottoms of the remaining bottles.
One cannot drink sad wine all the time.
Are living today, waiting for tomorrow. It was useless to throw it away yesterday.
Putting the mineral water bottle back, the girl in front of her didn't know what the hell she was thinking.
He waited and listened.
"Then you...do you remember what we did?" Yin Guo asked.
She said this out of a guilty conscience, and wanted to say Lin Yiyang that you were drunk and sexually disordered. But in the end, he was thin-skinned and babbled for a long time. The joke didn't work out, but instead made the room fall into an uneasy dead silence.
"What's up?" he asked.
The man's hand, both the belly and the edges of the fingers, was much rougher than the girl's, and he was stroking her lips: "Tell me."
I still remember when we first met, he called her and his cousin "little friends" to Wu Wei and outsiders. He had never been up and down in society, and he looked at people with a clear look in his eyes, little girl, little girl. girl.
He was undoing his belt, and the zipper of his trousers was sliding.
Lin Yiyang held her wrist and pulled her left hand under the quilt. The adrenaline is soaring, what I touch is trousers fabric, and the top is pure cotton fabric...
She panicked: "Just kidding."
Lin Yiyang held her little hand and clasped her fingers: "Did Jiang Yang and the others talk nonsense afterwards?"
"No... nothing."
The heart was swelling crazily, and the eardrums were shaking with a pounding sound. The first time you see the flower arm in the apartment, you should have awareness. This is a beast wrapped under the skin of a gentleman.
The dialogue is still going on, completely dominated by Lin Yiyang—
"What day is it today?"
"Sunday, noon."
"The game is over?"
"Morning... it's over."
The two-week U.S. Nine-Ball Open has come to an end. The Chinese team has achieved remarkable results. The women's team won silver and bronze double medals, and the men's team also achieved impressive results. Nine-ball is a women's event, and she won the silver medal, which is the best result of a Chinese player in the women's group this time. But when he asked all of them in this situation, she lost her mind at all.
Just thinking, hurry up, come out...
When the room is quiet to a certain extent, when the person concentrates a little, he will hear many sounds that he can't pay attention to at ordinary times: such as the weight and rhythm of his breathing, as well as his own, and the cloth rubbing against the quilt cover.
And he finally said: Come here, kiss me.
As if under a gu, she leaned over, and before she could touch his lips, he had already put his hand behind her head and kissed her deeply. A burst of powerful muscles tightened on the arm, and the smell of male hormones, strange, filled the room.
The window was open a crack and there was no wind.
Today, the sun was so strong that it shone on her back through the glass, making people sad.
Yin Guo panted slightly, and looked at him, as if she had been exhausted by the sun behind her...
Lin Yiyang's throat rolled slightly, and for the first time, he didn't quench his thirst, and wanted to hug her even more.
He whispered: Don't wash your hands yet.
Let go of her.
Yin Guo entered the bathroom at the speed of a 100-meter sprint, and rubbed a small square piece of gift soap all over every inch of his skin, thinking how stupid he was, and made up such a nonsense. Don't pick him up.
Milky white foam squeezed between her fingers, she rubbed and rubbed...
Rubbing, rubbing...
Lin Yiyang carried clean and fresh clothes into the bathroom, Yin Guo didn't even have the courage to look at him in the mirror, so he threw the soap into the ceramic box and ran away. She didn't notice that the soap rolled into the sink, and it was Lin Yiyang who fished it out.
Lin Yiyang came out wearing jeans, pulled the white slippers from the hotel, came over, and sat down next to her, at most on the edge of the sofa. I thought it would be better after taking a bath, and wanted to hug her to bed.
Especially when she lowered her head and saw her bare feet resting on the edge of the sofa, the toenails were all smooth...
"Take a break and take you to see the sunset," he said.
"Sunset?" It's still noon, what sunrise do you see
"Yes, Sunset, go to Hawaii." He went to clean up the dirty shirts and trousers in the bathroom, and stuffed them into a paper bag in the hotel. He was going to send them to the lobby for dry cleaning and pick them up later.
Hawaii
Obviously, Lin Yiyang had already made arrangements before watching the game.
Asked Meng Xiaotian to ask for Yin Guo's passport information, booked air tickets and hotels, and everything was waiting for the end of the game.
He wants to take Yin Guo to the Big Island to see the Kilauea active volcano, to see the sea water and lava in the core of the Pacific Ocean, to stand on a volcano that may erupt at any time, to sleep in a tent in a place full of death, Watch the sunset and the stars.
He didn't want to waste the three days counting down. It just so happens that Yin Guo is in the United States, which is very convenient.
So at the beginning of April, when Yin Guo won the silver medal, after receiving the medal, he followed Lin Yiyang on a long-distance flight from the city where he was located. After changing planes midway, he went through more than ten hours of flying and resting halfway, which is equivalent to the time and distance of returning to China. …
At 5:46 a.m. on Monday, Yin Guo got out of the cabin door, followed the passengers down the long escalator, and finally stood where Lin Yiyang wanted her to come.
The two of them didn't bring any big luggage, they just asked her to bring heavy winter clothes. The two of them got off the plane. At dawn, Yin Guo pulled his backpack and was taken away by him with the crowd.
Zheng Yi's WeChat is still lagging behind asking questions about the last city.
Zheng Yi: Are you sober
Xiaoguo: Yes.
Zheng Yi: How are you doing
Xiaoguo: ...
Zheng Yi: When you buy condoms, do you want to be a sex toy agent
Xiaoguo: Don't worry...
Zheng Yi: Urgent, thank you.
Xiaoguo: Didn't you say that the faster you fall asleep, the faster you shake.
Zheng Yi: Later, I thought about it, I still have to insist on sleeping for a while when I encounter the best, in case the world collapses and the world ends tomorrow, we can’t suffer from this boring loss.
Xiaoguo: I just got off the plane and couldn't sleep.
Zheng Yi:? ? ?
Xiaoguo: He took me to watch the sunset.
Zheng Yi:? ? ? ? ? ? ?
Zheng Yi: Does he have any brothers? If it doesn't work, I can do it, sister.
Xiaoguo: There are quite a lot... I have a chance to introduce them to you.
When he came out, he rented a dark gray car near the airport exit, stuffed Yin Guo into the car, turned on the navigation, and went straight to the hotel to check in first. On the left is the land covered by black volcanic ash, and on the right, as well as the road ahead, with no end in sight.
In the orange-red sunlight, listening to a sentence of English navigation, she slowly dozed off. When she woke up again, she was awakened by the rain hitting the glass. She turned her head to the other side and asked in a soft voice, "How long has it been on?"
"Twenty minutes, you can continue to sleep." He said.
When Lin Yiyang was driving, he was used to steering the steering wheel with his right hand and with one hand. On the outside of his arm, the whole nebula map was very complicated and beautiful. She asked once in the apartment and said that a friend she knew completed it in three times.
She stared for a while and rubbed her eyes to make the perspective clearer. From the driver's window, she saw a large bunch of red flowers or red grass appearing on the black wild land. .
like a dream.
This man, she was thinking at the airport last night when she saw him propped up on a half-person-high machine with one hand and checked in for the boarding pass, was he dreaming? From the day when the city was blizzarded, she had a long and incredible dream. A man named Lin Yiyang pushed open the wooden door, holding his hand on the rough and old metal handle, and his body and hat were covered with snow.
It was the end of January that day.
…
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the fog was so thick that the road ahead could not be seen clearly.
"Let's talk about something, in case you're sleepy driving." She said softly.
The navigation is prompting, drive all the way forward. Of course, there is no fork in the road here at all.
Yin Guo looked at his driving hands and the slender fingers holding the steering wheel, thought of him clasping the back of his hand and inserting his fingers into hers, thought of the white and soft quilt, thought of what flowed through the two tightly holding each other fingers and the back of the hand.
"Can I park here?" she asked.
She saw a magma runoff sign on the side of the road and a few cars parked next to the underground cave, so there should be no problem. This island is originally a place where many people have to travel by car, so they should be able to stop and rest at any time.
Lin Yiyang stepped on the brakes, and the car turned smoothly into a safe roadside high ground. This is a place that seems to be full of black volcanic ash and no grass grows, but there are clumps of grass stubbornly protruding from the roadside and from any ground that can be drilled.
The car didn't turn off, and the engine vibrated slightly.
"Go down to see the magma landform, and you can also see the volcanic flowers." He pressed down the seat belt buckle with his thumb, untied the safety restraint, and the black belt snapped back into his red shell. Retracted, as if also to not hinder the two of them.
"I want to chat with you."
"What are you talking about?" He leaned over and unfastened her seat belt.
The seat is slowly being adjusted and reclined, and beside her face is his breath: "Adult, or simple?"
After the two left the hotel, they were always on the road, on the plane, at the airport, and never had a private space where they could be alone and uninterrupted. When the body has contact, kissing can no longer satisfy people's hearts, the freshness that cannot be stopped, and the desire for understanding that cannot be overcome.
It seemed like he hadn't kissed himself for more than ten hours.
"Yesterday..." Yin Guo looked at him and asked in a low voice: Are you comfortable
I'm really curious, is it any different from my own
She scratched at his neckline, and she made a layer of small folds in the cotton cloth, gathered at her fingertips, and spread out again.
The rain was hitting the roof of the car like it was about to penetrate.
I don't know who owns this car, and I don't know who has been in it. Only today and tomorrow belong to them.
He answered happily: "Comfortable."
"What's the difference from coming by yourself?" When the first adult question was asked, it was much easier afterwards.
"Come with yourself?" He was thinking about the difference, the movements were similar, and it was more of a psychological satisfaction. Looking at her face at that time would concretize all the nothingness in the past, it was all her.
"It's not easy to say," he smiled, avoiding the answer that satisfied her, "almost."
Yin Guo finally satisfied a small part of his thirst for knowledge, but he was a little frustrated, "not easy to say" and "almost", it was not hard work in vain. Of course, in fact, she didn't do much, and she was brought here with his hands clasped.
She began to wonder again: "If it was someone else, would it be the same?"
The sentence Lin Yiyang asked after drinking too much was very similar to what she had imagined in her heart. She also wants to ask, Lin Yiyang, after you are with me, do you feel that I am not what you imagined, and will gradually lose the freshness.
A sincere first love is tormenting. Wholeheartedness and worrying about gains and losses coexist. You don’t know how to give before experiencing it, and you won’t give like this after experiencing it.
"With someone else?" A surprising direction of the conversation.
…
Lin Yiyang fastened her seat belt again.
Holding the steering wheel with his right hand, he turned the car onto the road amidst the sound of rain that was loud and small, and seemed to be approaching distance. He glanced at her and said with a teasing smile, "Little girl, to be honest, what do you think of me?" Now, anyone can come up and touch it twice?"