"Beep beep... beep beep..."
In my sleep, the alarm on my mobile phone kept ringing. With difficulty, I stuck my hand out of the warm bed, groping to turn off the alarm, and took a look at the mobile phone. It was ten o'clock.
I woke up suddenly, sat up from the bed, panicked for two seconds, and quickly remembered that today was Saturday, and there was no class.
Okay, I almost thought I was going to be late...
I covered my forehead, rejoicing in my heart.
But before I could breathe a sigh of relief, with the recovery of consciousness, all kinds of things reappeared in my mind like a revolving beacon last night. A suffocating dinner, a quarrelsome couple, an overly sweet dry red, a kiss from Shang Muxiao...
I closed my eyes, wishing I could fall asleep again, so that I wouldn't have to face everything I woke up.
Last night, I kissed Shang Muxiao in a muddled way, regardless of the east and west. As the atmosphere reached its peak, he wanted to go further, but I stopped him in time.
At that moment, the body was still addicted, but the mind was surprisingly sober. Just as I couldn't tolerate excretion in front of him, revealing my body in front of him was a challenge to my self-esteem.
Not just him, anyone is like that to me. Those sights of curiosity, pity, or disgust and boredom are more difficult for me to face than the disability itself.
"how?"
The atmosphere was just right, my behavior was really disappointing, Shang Muxiao raised his long eyebrows, the corners of his mouth pursed straight, and his eyes showed ferocity.
Those eyes seemed to be looking at a rabbit who was caught by a jackal and didn't know whether to live or die.
The jackal was drooling and hungry. He had completely pressed the rabbit under his palm and couldn't move. He was only waiting for a feast of food, but the rabbit even wanted to escape.
How can it escape? It should open up its soft body, turn it into wine and bread, and give all it has.
"Let go of me..." Alcohol, fear, hot flashes that haven't subsided, in the chaos, I seem to have really become the imaginary rabbit, and I can only wait in misery and despair for the bite of the vicious jackal, hiding in the corner and shivering , there is no way.
Shang Muxiao looked at me for a long time, instead of turning into a beast with sharp teeth as I thought, he slowly lowered his eyes.
"Teacher, don't you like me?" He changed his attack and spoke softly, hooking his fingers on my trousers waist, like a male prodigy who has exhausted all the evil looks and only waits for the scholar to nod obediently.
"No!" I trembled faintly and held his wrist even tighter, with a hint of pleading in my voice.
If it was instinct at work to accept his kiss just now, it was also an instinctive decision to prevent him from going any further.
This is what you want and I wish, and it will be a bit unpleasant at this stage. He looked at me for a long time, the dark flame in his eyes went out little by little. It was clear that nothing around him had changed, and his body temperature had not dropped by half, but I still felt cold. How hot it was just now, how cold it is now.
This is an insurmountable gulf between me and everyone else.
If one day someone can make me give up persistence, put aside the bottom line, and expose the most vulnerable part of my life, then I will love him deeply and regard him as more important than anything in the world. But obviously Shang Muxiao is not that person, at least not yet.
"Okay, don't cry, I'll do nothing." With a sigh, Shang Muxiao withdrew his hand and wiped the corner of my eye with his thumb.
He didn't say that I didn't notice the warmth in the corners of my eyes, and the old problem of reddening when I was excited seemed to have happened again.
"I... didn't cry..." I wanted to say that it wasn't "crying" at all, it was just a physiological reaction to excitement, but as soon as I opened my mouth, my voice trembled intermittently.
Hearing this, he smiled slightly, leaned down and put his lips lightly against the corner of my eyes, and his hot and humid breath hit the sensitive skin as much as possible.
"You said you didn't cry, so don't cry." He rolled over and lay down beside me, his breathing became slow, "Teacher, it's just three things, I'll use this trick next time... I won't let you go already."
I was stunned when I heard the words, but after a while, I realized that this was an escape from the wolf's mouth.
With trembling hands, he hurriedly stuffed his clothes, and looked beside him in fright, Shang Muxiao had already fallen asleep at the speed of light. Perhaps it was the relationship between Jiu Jin and his mouth, his mouth was slightly open and his breathing was heavy.
I pushed him carefully, but I didn't see him awake. I watched him silently for a moment, and pulled the quilt from my heels to cover him.
I wanted to get out of bed and go to the living room to sleep, but as soon as I touched Shang Muxiao's side, it was like pressing the radar, he hooked me on the side and dragged me back to him.
I wonder if he is pretending to be asleep.
With his head buried in my waist, like an insecure cub, he hugged me tightly, not allowing me to leave his side. After several unsuccessful attempts, I gave up the struggle and fell asleep in this twisted position.
When you wake up again, this is the moment.
The bed next to him was still messy, but there was no residual warmth.
He had better go...
The moment I opened the door after washing my mind with a lot of thought, I seemed to hear the mockery of fate, it laughed and threw four words on my face - you think beautifully.
Shang Muxiao must have just taken a shower, his hair was still wet, and he only had a bath towel hanging around his neck. He was standing in front of my CD rack and didn't know what he was flipping through.
Seeing him like this, I want to sigh again. Only a 20-year-old with vigor and vitality can stand in the living room without air conditioning without wearing clothes or socks, and wearing only a pair of trousers on such a day.
Still in good health.
As I was smirking in my heart, Shang Muxiao noticed my gaze and looked this way.
"You're awake." He wiped his hair, turned the thing in his hand towards me, squinted and asked, "Are you a fan of Shang Lu?"
What he was holding in his hand was the collector's edition DVD tin box of "Badwind".
After hesitating for a second, I denied it, "No, I'm a fan of Han Jia."
Han Jia is the heroine of "Running Against the Wind". She was considered top-notch when she made a movie with Shang Lu, but unfortunately she lacked stamina. After that, her acting career declined again and again for many years. Finally, at the age of 40, she married a wealthy Chinese businessman and quit the entertainment industry. lock up.
I don't know why I lied, but now I'm in charge of my instincts, and it thinks it's better to do it, so I can only do it.
"Then what do you think of Shang Lu?" He carefully observed my expression and carefully screened the authenticity of my every sentence.
"I know he's your father," I said.
"I'm not asking you how my father is, I'm asking you, what do you think of Shang Lu?" He further added to the question, "How is this man?"
"… good."
He slumped his shoulders, put one hand on his hips, and held the corner of the tin box of "Badwind" with the other, his face full of disbelief.
"good?"
He glared at me and repeated, "Okay??"
Well, I don't need to remind me instinctively, I know I've poked a hornet's nest.
I was afraid that the DVD in his hand would fly out of the window in the next second, so I added calmly: "It's okay, but not as good as you." I deliberately bit the word "but" very hard.
Immediately, he seemed to lose his temper. He held the tin box, looked at me indifferently, and asked, "Where's my trophy?"
I was stunned, inexplicably a little guilty.
"Here..." I opened the drawer of the TV cabinet, I took out Shang Muxiao's trophy and handed it to him.
He looked at it coldly and sneered: "You put Shang Lu's movies on the shelf and hide my trophy in the drawer? Why, am I very shameful?"
DVDs are not placed on the CD rack, should they still be placed in the safe? Why do you feel that he is more difficult to serve after a night of work
"Where do you want to put it?" I asked.
He thought for a while, turned and put "Badwind" on the top of the CD shelf, came over to take the trophy from my hand, took a few steps back to the shelf, and pressed the trophy on the iron box.
"Put it here." He clapped his hands, with a "don't persuade anyone, persuade the audience to die".
He's going to push his head on this too. Those who knew they were father and son, those who didn't know thought that he and Shang Lu had some hatred for wives.
I nodded, let him go, turned around and went into the kitchen to prepare lunch. After a while, Shang Muxiao came in after changing his clothes and insisted on helping, but he is the eldest young master who doesn't touch the spring water with his ten fingers. He can burn the pot even if he cooks porridge, so how can he really help me.
After he used a grater to smash potatoes and nearly cut his finger, I couldn't take it any longer and kicked him out of the kitchen with a tough attitude.
Chop the sausages and carrots, pour them into the egg mixture, spread them out on a frying pan into a pancake, and then slowly roll them up from the beginning. When they are cool, they can be cut into suitable sized pancakes and placed on the plate. Stir-fry the shredded potatoes, and finally add dried peppers and white vinegar to taste.
There are still some bamboo shoots in the refrigerator. I cut some of the bacon that Shen Luoyu brought before. I didn’t expect much. I didn’t expect that the fragrance would be overflowing when I put it in the pot. The color of red and green is also very attractive. .
Three dishes, one person is a bit too much, but two people are just right.
There is still the last soup. Since I usually eat alone, it is easy to waste more soup. I usually make instant soup directly, which is very convenient for one meal.
There are five flavors of instant soup in a box. I didn't know which one Shang Muxiao wanted, so I took the bag and went outside to ask him.
In broad daylight, he stood in front of the window, with one eye on the eyepiece of the telescope, and he was so excited that he didn't know what he was looking at.
"what are you doing?"
Shang Muxiao raised his head when he heard the sound, and found that the New World beckoned me to go over: "You can see not only at night, but also during the day, and you can see far away. You don't even know what I saw."
I used to turn the telescope off and wasn't interested in what he saw.
"Don't look at it, you will be regarded as a pervert."
He raised his eyebrows, completely unafraid of my scaremongering: "This is your house, your telescope, even if it is regarded as a pervert, it is still you, teacher."
I ignored him, put up five bags and asked him which one to choose.
He flicked the small bag in my hand and said, "What is this?"
"soup."
He was a little novel, and he read each one in his hand, and finally chose a bag of seaweed egg drop soup.
After making the soup, I turned my head to fill the rice, and when I returned to the table, Shang Muxiao was already seated, holding his mobile phone... taking pictures of my cooking.
I can't see that he still has such a hobby.
Picking up the chopsticks, I found that Shang Muxiao was in the same posture, staring at the egg roll, clearly wanting to eat but not starting it.
Isn't he waiting for me to drop chopsticks
Putting a chopstick of shredded potatoes into the bowl, I tentatively said, "Eat it."
As soon as the words fell, he immediately dropped the chopsticks on the egg roll with a clear goal, stuffed the whole into his mouth, and went to sandwich the bacon before chewing.
A meal was eaten up like a storm. I still have half a bowl left to eat, and he has already gone to serve the second bowl of rice. By the time I finished one bowl of rice, his second bowl was almost bottomed out.
How long have you been hungry
After eating, he drank the soup in two mouthfuls and began to sweep the dishes. The egg rolls are eaten first, followed by bamboo shoots and bacon, and finally shredded potatoes. He exaggerated to the point that he didn't even let a shredded potato go. If I hadn't stopped him, he would have even eaten the dried peppers.
"Did you not eat yesterday?" I asked.
He rubbed his stomach and said with a contented face, "I ate. It's not that I'm hungry, it's because you made it so delicious that I couldn't eat less."
Although it is said that "everything can be worn, but flattery doesn't wear it", I am still a little self-aware, and I know that my cooking skills are at most "eatable", not to the level of his performance.
Putting away the dishes, I declined to comment on his words. He got up to help me and was kicked out of the kitchen again after nearly knocking over a plate.
During this period, I heard the phone ringing from the direction of the living room, and it was Shang Muxiao who called.
He said that he was not at home, and that he was staying in a hotel for the past two days. The other party said something. He was silent for a while and asked the other party to wait for him for a while.
"I have something to do this afternoon, so let's go first."
I was washing the dishes when he was caught off guard and attacked from behind, kissing my lips.
As soon as my hand slipped, the dishes I was washing fell down. Fortunately, there was a lot of water in the sink, which slowed the fall and didn't break.
"Why are you so afraid of me?" As if to vent his dissatisfaction, he bit my lower lip with some force, and said, "You won't deny it, right?"
I looked at him blankly. What account
"You kissed me yesterday, and you are responsible."
He clearly started yesterday...
While I was shocked that he could say such nonsense, I felt like a scumbag for thinking like this.
"Actually we just took... a few kisses, you don't have to take it to heart."
Never thought I would be able to say something like this one day.
"So you don't want to be responsible, do you?" His expression gradually faded, his eyes full of condemnation of the scumbag.
My moral sense, which has always been very full and full, stood on the top of the mountain in tears and was tied up and gagged. I have a hunch that if I do anything wrong at the moment, it will be pushed off a cliff and die without a place to be buried.
Reason is dead, morality is in jeopardy, and instinct, as king, comes out and says a fair word: "You don't take care of this matter."
"… "
I can only compromise: "No..."
"I knew you were not that kind of person." Shang Muxiao became happy again, squatted down, and said with a smile on his face, "Then let's date."
I gasped secretly, knowing it was unlikely, but still trying to die.
"… I am older than you."
"Do you know how old my dad is from his new love?"
"I'm your teacher."
"It's just an elective course."
"I'm... in a wheelchair for the rest of my life."
Shang Muxiao stroked my cheek a little funny: "Beida, do you want to spend a lifetime with me?"
I opened my mouth, not knowing how to answer.
"I don't think it's a problem to worry about tomorrow," he said. "I won't sympathize with you, nor will I pity you. In my opinion, you are no different from ordinary people. Isn't that enough?"
Is that not enough
If reason is the master, to say that it is not enough, it is really not enough. But now instinct is in charge. Instinct has kicked rationality into the underworld and declared that it is the only controller of the life form "Acerbasis".
I ask it, is it enough
It answered that enough.
So I also answered Shang Muxiao: "Enough."
As soon as the two words came out, his eyes lit up.
"You agree?"
I'm still struggling a lot, but now that I've taken the first step, why take a few more steps
I tried it and it didn't work, at most I was beaten back to its original shape, but if I could...
I nodded and made a short "um" sound as an answer.
"Look, I said I could catch up to you." Shang Muxiao smiled and held my face, then he greeted me and gave me a long kiss.
I'm not used to being so awake with him in broad daylight, so I just want to hide. But he completely fixed my face, neither hiding nor retreating. I could only passively accept it until he was almost breathless in kissing me again.
After being kissed by him, I was literally soft from head to toe. If I hadn't been able to get up on my legs, I'd be shaking my knees.
"If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't have said it..." He glanced at the time on his phone, muttered irritably, and said goodbye to me, "Then I'm leaving."
Without looking up, I mumbled "goodbye" and focused on the two plates in front of me, as if it was the most attractive thing in the world.
When the door slammed, I relaxed the nerves I had been holding on, laying on the side of the sink wearily, and taking a long sigh of relief.
In the evening, there was an activity of a psychological support group. I arrived at the gym on time, and when I entered the door, I found that everyone had almost arrived.
"Have you had any positive changes this week?" Sister Liao looked around and named the beginning of the day.
"I've made friends this week." Yu Tian'er blushed slightly as she said, and her head drooped lower and lower.
Several people looked at each other in dismay, and at the same time smelled an unusual smell.
"Little girl, shouldn't you fall in love early?" The housewife raised her eyebrows, disapproving, "Listen to my advice, you are now in your third year of high school, it's a critical moment, no matter how handsome a boy is, you should let go. Let it go, take care of yourself first. I just didn't study hard back then, so I found a man to marry early. As a result, look at it, I ended up complaining. "
Yu Tian'er was stunned for a moment, then looked up hurriedly: "No, no, I didn't fall in love early, and..." She said more and more in a low voice, "The other party is a girl, a classmate from my cram school."
"In fact, girls and girls, boys and boys can also fall in love early..." The bald man whispered, and was stabbed in the chest by the female anchor, coughing for a long time.
"Congratulations, congratulations, there is progress, very big progress." Sister Liao took the lead in applauding and encouraged the little girl, making Yu Tian'er, who was naturally shy, even more embarrassed.
The next one is a housewife. After experiencing Mr. Huang's death, she seems to have opened up a lot and discovered many details in her life that she had neglected before.
"My husband comes home for dinner every day, and never fools around outside. If he goes out to work and passes by my favorite cake shop, he will always line up to buy a big bag for me." She smiled and said, "Although the child is a little naughty, he is fortunately smart. Lively and healthy. I lost my temper after being called by my parents last time, and he apologized to me and said that he would never do anything to embarrass me again.”
The bald man said that he had already started preparing for hair transplant. He used to worry about money and couldn't make a decision for a long time, but now he feels that he doesn't know what will happen tomorrow. Why should he delay what can be solved with money
"I also got a lot of inspiration from Grandpa Huang." The female anchor fluttered her long hair, and said with a lot of style, "If you are black, you can scold you. If the old lady has money, it's fine. I am not pleasing to the eye, which proves that the more popular I am."
"Yes, you are right to think so. In fact, your live broadcast is very decompressing. You should see those fans who like you more than those who scold you."
"Abai, is your work going well?" Sister Liao asked.
"The project has finally come to an end. The leader said that he is very optimistic about me, and my parents have not urged marriage for the time being." The white-collar worker said.
"That's great." After the circle, everyone made their own progress, and Sister Liao finally turned her attention to me, "Beida, how about you?"
I slowly glanced at the crowd, and under a pair of expectant eyes, I opened my mouth and said, "I... moved my heart to a person."
"He and I are too different. I clearly know that I shouldn't be tempted by him, but..." Thinking of what Yang Haiyang said about Shang Yunrou, I thought it was too exaggerated at the time, but looking at it now, it's really appropriate, "He is too powerful. I thought about resisting, but it didn't work at all."
I smiled and said, "At the moment, I'm going to take a step by step. After all, I have to live every day as my last."
Shang Muxiao and I have started dating.
It was no different from before. He would occasionally come to sit in on my class. If I was not busy, he would go home and have a meal with me at night; The angle between the trophy and "Badwind" doesn't allow me to move at all; I don't like to look at the stars with a telescope, but I especially like me to explain constellations, galaxies, the Milky Way and other things to him; like a sticky, energetic The puppy is always kissing...
When I was about to get off work that day, I accidentally opened a circle of friends and swiped a post about Yang Haiyang.
Thanksgiving, thank you.
After looking at the calendar, I realized that it was Thanksgiving before I knew it, and he would propose to Shang Yunrou tonight.
Regarding my relationship with Yang Haiyang, I didn't tell Shang Muxiao before because I didn't get that share with him, but now that we are officially dating, I should have informed him.
Although I have a hunch that he will not react well after hearing it...
My index finger tapped on the table, and after thinking it over, I decided to send a message to Shang Muxiao, asking him to come to the house for dinner tonight, and at the same time as the showdown with him, I also helped my friend by the way, to eliminate the unstable factors for him in advance.
Shang Muxiao quickly sent a message, saying that there is still another class, and he will come to my house immediately after class.
At about six o'clock, three dishes and one soup, two meat and one vegetable were all served, and there was the sound of the electronic lock unlocking from outside the door. The second day after agreeing to date, he rubbed the electronic lock's password from my side. , since then, unimpeded, come and go freely.
"What a good day today, why did you make soup?" He stared at the beef soup on the table with a surprised expression.
"Thanksgiving."
"...You still believe this?" He was even more surprised.
I put the chopsticks in my hand to him, smiled at him and said, "Thank you for having you."
"… "
Although he felt strange, he moved his chopsticks happily.
Seeing how delicious he eats, I have to wonder if Shang Lu had deducted his rations since he was a child, otherwise how could he eat like a starving ghost reincarnated every time he eats the food I cook.
Shang Muxiao suddenly stopped his chopsticks and looked at me unexpectedly, with a half-smiley expression on his face: "Although he is not a good father, he has never abused me materially. I grew up pretty well."
When he said this, I realized that I had just asked "Did Shang Lu abuse you?" I was immediately embarrassed, and my ears were a little hot.
It was my father, I was about to apologize, and I heard him continue: "I like your cooking because you are the first person to cook for me. It's not because of work, or to please me, just because … cook for me.”
When he puts away his laughter and looks at you seriously, as if you are his everything, he will look extra affectionate.
Although skin appearance does not mean everything, but a good skin appearance can really add a lot of points.
The heat on my ears extended to my cheeks, and I lowered my head to grab a piece of fish for him and stopped looking at him.
"Teacher, I still want to eat shrimp." After a while, he said with a smile. It's quite a bit of an inch, and it means being pampered and arrogant.
I'm not used to him: "Peel it yourself."
"teacher… "
When the phone rang, Shang Muxiao frowned, displeased by being disturbed.
Picking up the phone, he said politely, "What's the matter? I'm busy."
The surroundings were relatively quiet, he was very close to me again, and the voice on the other end of the phone also reached my ears. Hearing the voice seems to be Zhou Yanyi, his tone is a little anxious, let him hurry over.
"Who did you see?" Shang Muxiao's voice suddenly rose, and my heart jumped with it, giving birth to a deep sense of unease.
Qingwan said that it is not big or not, and that it is not so small.
As a result, the next second God told me, there was such a coincidence.
"He still dares to propose? I see, I'll come right away." Hanging up the phone, he had a dark face, got up and left in a hurry.
Who else could propose today
"Wait..." I grabbed him, knowing that he was going to smash the field. Zhou Yanyi must have learned of Yang Haiyang's request for marriage from somewhere, and came to tip him off.
"Oh, sorry." He seemed to remember that I existed, "I'm in a hurry, so I'll go first."
I didn't let go, but still wanted to hold on: "Let's go after dinner."
Couldn't let him go, he went and didn't know what to do.
"I'll peel the shrimp for you, and you'll leave after eating." I couldn't think of any other way to keep it, so I had to say this.
He frowned and said, "No need." Saying that, he threw off my hand without any reluctance and strode out.