After getting out of the quilt and taking two steps out of bed, Thirteen quickly turned around, lifted the quilt, and pulled out the small pants that were pressed down from under Yang Fan's body.
Yang Fan raised his body, and he didn't even notice that he was pressing down on Shisan's pants.
It turned out that after the girl came back, she not only hadn't taken a shower, but also hadn't put on her panties, only a nightgown.
Yang Fan's gaze fell on Shisan's silky nightgown.
Thirteen's face became even redder and he left in a hurry.
Yang Fan lay back down again.
There were several lights in the room. He turned off the main light and only turned on the small light at the bedside for simple lighting.
This small light is just to allow people to walk around the room without tripping.
When you are intimate, you want to see the other person clearly, but it cannot satisfy you.
After adjusting the air conditioner temperature, Yang Fan tucked Guoguo's exposed little hands back into the quilt.
In the living room, winter melon pricked up its "ears".
It’s not that it wants to hear Sister Thirteen’s voice, but that it is doing its job conscientiously and is on call 24 hours a day, waiting to be called.
It does not have the low tastes of humans who are always thinking about prying into other people's privacy.
Donggua would not feel that the tickling voice of Thirteenth Sister was any different from her usual voice.
It is fair and treats everyone equally.
In Aunt Thirteen's room.
"Red and tender hands, yellow rattan wine, two orioles singing in the green willows. Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, a line of egrets fly into the blue sky." When Thirteen came back from taking a shower and lay back on the bed, Yang Fan held one of her hands and played with it.
Although both of them were a little tired after exercising, their warming relationship made them reluctant to go to bed.
"Why do I feel like there's something wrong with your poem?" Thirteen, who was hiding in Yang Fan's arms, raised his head, but when he saw him looking down at him, he quickly lowered his head and avoided his gaze.
She was still embarrassed about her previous "gaffe".
"The original text has a bad meaning, so I changed it temporarily." Yang Fan held the hand in his hand. It was very delicate, smooth and soft.
"What's the original text?" Aunt Thirteen's other hand was not idle, and she was unconsciously pinching the flesh on Yang Fan's body.
Yang Fan was shirtless and bare-chested.
"Red and tender hands, yellow wine, the whole city is full of spring colors and willows on the palace walls..." Yang Fan told Thirteen the original text.
After recovering from his illness, Thirteen's memory is astonishing.
After listening to it only once, she memorized the poem "Red and Soft Hands" from The Golden Hairpin.
“… The east wind is bad, and the joy is thin. A heart full of sorrow, and years of separation. Wrong, wrong, wrong. Spring is the same as before, but I am thin and empty, and the traces of tears are red and soak through the gauze. Peach blossoms fall, and the pool pavilion is empty. Although the oath is still there, it is difficult to entrust a letter. No, no, no!” She repeated word by word.
After repeating it, she agreed with what Yang Fan had said before, that the original text was indeed inappropriate.
It should be what he felt when he was sitting on the balcony.
At that time, their moods were completely opposite to what they are now.
"I am now more convinced that Twelve is a god-like girl." Yang Fan exclaimed. Thirteen's memory is so strong. It is unimaginable how terrifying Twelve is, whose learning ability is even stronger than hers.
Just look at the twelve smart elves compiled by Donggua to know how talented she is.
"What about me?" Thirteen asked. She was not jealous of Twelve.
Twelve is indeed very strong. Others would spend their entire lives studying a scientific research project.
Not only did she participate in several of them, but the duration was far less than that of other people's lifetime.
"You are a girl like water." Yang Fan said.
"Ah—" Thirteen immediately hid his head under the quilt, and a muffled voice came: "Stop talking about it, it's so embarrassing."
As she spoke, she was still pinching the flesh on Yang Fan's thigh under the quilt.
Yang Fan lifted the quilt, and Thirteen immediately grabbed it back and covered himself under the quilt again.
Yang Fan took her out of the quilt and said, "Don't think that way..."
After Yang Fan's explanation and guidance, Thirteen was half-believing and half-doubting: "Really?"
"Yes, you have easily achieved this highlight moment that other women would never get in their entire lives. You should feel lucky and proud. Why would you feel ashamed?" Yang Fan said.
Thirteenth Aunt blushed: "I just feel ashamed."
"Don't you like this kind of highlight moment?" Yang Fan asked.
Hearing this, Thirteenth Aunt buried her face in Yang Fan's arms again and said nothing.
"Do you like it?" Yang Fan asked.
After a while, Aunt Thirteen nodded and whispered, "I like it!"
How could I not like it
After saying that, she pulled up the quilt again and covered her head, feeling very embarrassed.
"That's good." Yang Fan said, "I've devoted my life to this cause, and have worked so hard for it. Isn't it because I want you to be happy and have highlights in your life every day?"
Aunt Thirteen punched Yang Fan's chest twice and asked shyly, "Do you like me... like that?"
"Of course, I've always been afraid that I can't give you happiness. Your response is very important to me." Yang Fan said.
Only then did Aunt Thirteen feel relieved.
As long as he likes it.
She was afraid that he would make fun of her.
In fact, how could Yang Fan make fun of Thirteen? He was so happy that he didn't even have time to express it.
Language communication is very important between couples.
So, after some guidance and communication, Aunt Thirteen's worries gradually disappeared and her heart knot was untied.
"Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, a line of egrets are flying into the blue sky." As she spoke, Aunt Thirteen brought the topic back to the topic: "There is no such scene in Red Soft Hands."
"Oh, the original sentence is 'Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the green grass stretches to the sky', not the one in "Red and Soft Hands." Yang Fan explained.
"Is there anything else?" asked Aunt Thirteen.
"The evening wind blows the willows, the sound of the flute fades away, the sun sets beyond the mountains. At the end of the sky, the corner of the earth, half of my friends are gone..." Yang Fan completed the poem "Farewell".
This is a poem written by Li Shutong, also known as Master Hongyi.
Li Shutong was a man of extraordinary talent. He was rich, famous, and especially popular with women.
He has two wives.
But at the age of 39, to everyone's surprise, he became a monk.
That spring, a Japanese woman named Chengzi searched all the temples in Hangzhou and finally found her husband in a temple called "Hupao".
At this time, her beloved husband had already become a monk, wearing a gray-brown monk's robe. His expression was calm and indifferent, completely devoid of his former glory.
She burst into tears immediately.
"Shutong!"
"Please call me Hongyi."
"Master Hongyi, please tell me what love is?"
“Love is compassion.”
"Why do you show mercy to the world, but only hurt me?"
This is the last conversation between Master Hongyi and his Japanese wife.
Faced with his wife's accusations, he did not answer, as any expression might give her the misunderstanding of his hopes.
He turned around silently and left in a small boat.
That is the most beautiful season in Hangzhou.
The sky is blue and dark, the water is rippling, there is thick smoke and dark rain, the water and the sky are one color.
The thin background gradually moves away, while the sobs of farewell continue.
The two people who once loved each other finally stood in two different worlds.
"Life is short, the end is bound to come. Now it is just brought forward. We will be separated sooner or later. I hope you can see through it." This is the letter Li Shutong wrote to Chengzi.
In the fourth year of his becoming a monk, in the first month of the year, before the sound of New Year's firecrackers had died down, his first wife, Yu, passed away at the age of 45.
She was not too old, and most of her life had been spent in a long wait. That winter did not seem to be any colder than usual, but she could not endure it.
Yu was buried in misery, living alone in her empty room her entire life, and even after her death she still had to live alone in a grave.
No one in the world could understand why Li Shutong, a world-renowned literary giant, insisted on becoming a monk.
"You don't have to become a monk to study Buddhism," his close friend Xia Yizun advised him.
“It’s the same when practicing at home.” Another friend also advised him.
There was a female reader who went to the temple every day to find him and begged him to return to secular life after he became a monk.
But Li Shutong was very determined.
Over the next twenty-six years, he gradually severed his ties with the secular world. When he died, he ate only one meal a day, and left behind only a small amount of clothing, bedding, and an umbrella. He had abandoned everything in this world.
However, the nationally renowned Master Hongyi never truly let go of the world until his death.
Before he died, he wrote four words: mixed feelings of sorrow and joy.
Future generations will sigh endlessly. If you really let go, why would you be sad or happy
Perhaps, what was sad for him was that he let down his wife who had been waiting for him to come home until her death, and his Japanese wife who had traveled across the ocean to follow him back to their country without hesitation, but whom he abandoned.
Joy, perhaps, is that life can finally enter a new cycle.
Most of the sweet talk between lovers is nonsense, but even if it is nonsense, lovers enjoy it.
So when Yang Fan told the story of Li Shutong, Thirteenth Aunt was as happy as if she had eaten candy.
The only reason she was happy was because the storyteller was Yang Fan.
As for the characters in the story, she didn't like them.
"I can't understand Li Shutong's choice." This was Aunt Thirteen's feeling after listening to the poem.
Yang Fan nodded: "Me too, that's why I can't achieve the same success as Li Shutong."
Thirteenth Aunt suddenly fell silent and thought quietly. After a moment, she said nervously, "Xiao Fan, are you talking about your future story?"
Li Shutong had two wives, both of whom were very talented. Isn’t his situation very similar to Yang Fan’s current situation
Yang Fan shook his head: "No, I don't have Li Shutong's ability, and I can't see through it."
Aunt Thirteen said worriedly: "If you can't see through it now, in the future..."
She wanted to say, I don’t know everything. If a man plays with a woman too much, he will get bored and will not be as keen and enthusiastic as at the beginning.
Even though you think it’s so rare now, it won’t be rare after a while.
By that time, you may not be able to see through it.
"Don't think in a negative way. My future mood and any decision are not entirely controlled by myself. It is related to my experience and the influence of people around me." Yang Fan said.
Aunt Thirteen nodded and said that she would try her best throughout her life to make sure he couldn't see through her.
Liu family.
The little daughter was asleep, and so was her husband.
Only Liu's mother was sitting at the bar on the underground first floor, drinking red wine alone.
My eldest daughter hasn't gone to bed yet because of her job.
Mother Liu is now chatting on the phone with her eldest daughter.
"Yueyue, how are you getting along with your boyfriend?" While chatting, Mother Liu asked her eldest daughter.
Liu Yueyue was a little reluctant to talk about her boyfriend with her mother because this relationship was a bit strange.
But since her mother had spoken, she couldn't just stop talking, so she just said perfunctorily, "We're still together."
"No progress?" Liu Ma boldly asked, "Have you used the box I gave you?"
Liu Yueyue blushed: "Mom, can you please stop caring about this kind of thing?"
Mother Liu snorted coldly: "If I don't care, who will? Mom is telling you frankly, Mom doesn't object to you doing this before marriage, but before you get married, you have to protect yourself. Did you hear me?"
"I know, I'm not a child." Liu Yueyue said shyly.
Liu's mother said earnestly, "Mom is an experienced person, and she knows very well that girls are easily deceived by men's sweet words when they are in love. When they do that, they always lose their minds and let the other party manipulate them. You have to keep one eye open and be vigilant. Don't be like mom. I found out your dad was playing tricks after it was over. I was lucky at the time, but I didn't expect you would be born. I had to hastily agree to marry your dad..."
Liu Yueyue was shy and embarrassed, and it became more and more natural for her mother to talk about this kind of thing.
"Mom, I want to sleep." After listening for a while, Liu Yueyue finally couldn't help but wanted to interrupt the call.
Mother Liu sighed and hesitated to speak.
What she is most worried about now is her youngest daughter.
The younger daughter's love and marriage were indeed too bumpy and difficult, just as the fortune teller had said.
Until now, the youngest daughter doesn't know that her boyfriend has been having an affair with Aunt Thirteen for a long time.
After hanging up the phone with her eldest daughter, Mother Liu fell into loneliness.
No matter how she defended herself or how hard she tried, she could not have expected that her little daughter's misfortune was brought about by Wen Chu.
Oh, fate.
Mother Liu sneered.
As long as Wen Chu doesn't let go, the Wen family will definitely give their full support.
The Liu family is actually just a branch of the Wen family.
How do the collateral branches compete with the direct branches
"Just stop fighting if you can't win?" Liu's mother had the same bad temper as Wen's mother. A sharp light flashed in her eyes.
The next moment, the wine glass fell to the ground, making a mess.
The sweeping robot moved at the sound, rolled over and collected all the wine glass fragments on the ground.
The wine and water on the floor were also sucked up by it.
"Yueyue has a boyfriend. It's a headache." Mother Liu thought of all kinds of conspiracies and even thought of using her eldest daughter as a bargaining chip.
Unfortunately, my eldest daughter has a boyfriend.
As I recall, my eldest daughter had a very good impression of Yang Fan.
The two sisters have been inseparable since childhood, and their interests, hobbies, and values are very similar.
I remember when the two sisters were very young, I heard them say that they liked the same boy in their class.
Of course, when Liu's mother heard this, she just treated it as a joke and didn't take it to heart.
Now, she actually had a slight idea that she hoped both sisters would like Yang Fan.
Two to one.
Mother Liu didn't believe that Yang Fan didn't know that one plus one is greater than thirteen.
the next day.
Yang Fan got up as usual and made breakfast for the mother and daughter.
After finishing, he returned to Aunt Thirteen's room.
Aunt Thirteen was still sleeping soundly.
In order to let her sleep a minute or two longer, Yang Fan first woke up Guoguo who had fallen asleep.
"Dad, wait a minute. I haven't finished the ice cream yet. Wait until I finish eating before you wake me up."
After opening his eyes, Yang Fan was stunned by the little girl's words.
Dreaming about eating ice cream
Yang Fan, a father who dotes on his daughter, agreed to the little girl's request.
After waiting for a long time, he woke Guoguo up again: "Baby, are you done eating?"
"Ice cream..." Guo Guo woke up again with a look of disbelief and pain on her face: "It's gone!"