Yankongshan seemed a little surprised by my answer, he was stunned, and withdrew his hand on my chin.
"That's not what I meant." An irritability rose between his brows. "It's just that I hope you have carefully considered every decision you make, rather than acting on your whim. Who you want to associate with is your freedom, and I have no right to do so for you. Angry."
But you just looked so angry...
But at this moment, I didn't dare to slap him like that, so I still said in a slow tone: "Well, I understand, you are all for my own good." I raised my right hand and pointed at the sky, "I swear, I I'll never joke with people like that again."
I put a lot of emphasis on my tone to make myself seem sincere.
Maybe it was this sincerity that moved Yankongshan. Although there was still a trace of coldness on his body, his frowning brows were at least spread out.
He gave a succinct and low "um" and stopped talking.
The tense atmosphere was relieved, and other things, which were ignored just now, were more viscous and sticky. They twirled around me and Yankong Mountain, covering us like cobwebs, sharing every change of each other.
Dust and smoke, combined with the hot and humid summer air, combine to create a unique, addictive and exotic fragrance.
It completely overwhelmed me, making every inhalation and exhalation feel like a scorching heat.
It's so quiet, it's unnervingly quiet.
should say something.
"Can I come to your house tonight?"
Yankongshan's Adam's apple rolled down, still maintaining a very oppressive posture towards me, and didn't move a single minute.
"Didn't you already promise Qiuqiu?"
I twisted my fingers and fiddled with the edges of my hard nails, feeling even more panicked for no apparent reason.
It is unclear whether this kind of panic is caused by the emotional value of not seeing Yankong Mountain, or because of the ambiguous atmosphere at the moment. I'm not even sure if my heart is beating so fast at the moment if it should be called "throbbing" rather than "palpitation".
"Oh."
I couldn't help lowering my head, not daring to look at Yankong Mountain again.
After a moment of silence, the hand on his side slowly retracted, Yan Kongshan took a step back, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm going out first."
After speaking, the footsteps gradually moved away, the warehouse door was quickly pushed open, and Yankongshan walked out.
I slid down the wall and sat on the ground, covering my hot face with the back of my hand, only to feel that my eyes were about to burn.
After calming down for a while, I felt that the temperature on my face had dropped a lot, and then I opened the door and walked out of the warehouse.
During dinner in the evening, Grandpa suddenly said that my dad was coming this weekend.
A mouthful of green vegetables froze in the air, and I double-checked in amazement: "My dad? This weekend? Is he coming back?"
"It's your dad. I told him not to come, and I don't really want to see him, but he wants to come over no matter what, maybe he wants to see you." Grandpa gnawed a chicken claw in his hand. Mouth full of oil.
The green vegetables were pulled into my stomach with the last bite of the meal, and I was secretly glad that my grandpa didn't tell the news until he was almost finished, otherwise I would have lost my appetite for this meal.
My relationship with my dad is very delicate. If Fu Wei and his dad are a wonderful father and son, then my dad and I are another kind of weirdness in a sense.
From childhood to adulthood, I seldom communicated with him, and there was not much warmth. He would routinely inquire about my grades and express concern, but he would never know which school or class I was attending.
He was so obsessed with his career that his wife, children, and parents had to give way. If the life ideal of ordinary people is "family happiness", then I suspect that my father's should be "climb higher".
He doesn't care about the family at all, and my mother wants to divorce him, so he doesn't necessarily feel so uncomfortable. Sometimes I even feel that in his heart, this may be more in line with him. Without the burden of his family, he can finally fully devote himself to work.
After my parents divorced, I rarely saw him, not even once in the past two years. He came as he said, leaving me completely unprepared.
Not everyone knows how to deal with their parents.
I put down my chopsticks and said, "Grandpa, why did Grandma quarrel with Dad before?"
Grandpa nibbled at the chicken feet for a while: "What quarrel?"
"It's you and Dad, who cut off contact when I was young. My mother told me."
Grandpa didn't seem to hear what I said, and the chicken feet were very delicious.
I'm not sure if he was pretending or he really didn't hear it. Just as he was about to say it again, Grandpa finished chewing the chicken feet and spat out his bones. He got up and put away the tableware.
"There is no way to keep impetuous people on the island. Azhen's heart is not here, your grandma doesn't give up, but insists on staying, and the two start a fight. One feels that the other is unfilial, and the other feels that the other is emotionally kidnapped. Your grandma is angry. I don't want this son anymore."
"Then my dad should have a temper like grandma." I helped him collect the table and dumped the leftovers into the trash can, "like grandpa should have a good temper, I'll be more like you."
Grandpa started laughing, halfway through his laughter, he regained his senses and laughed and criticized me: "Hey, how can you say that grandma? Grandma is also very good, please apologize to grandma."
"Oh." I put the plate in the sink, put my hands together and bowed to the sky, "Don't be angry, grandma, I'm talking nonsense."
After washing the dishes, Ah revealed the big watermelon Sun Rui had given, and wrapped half of it in plastic wrap and asked me to deliver it to the next door.
The black watermelon seeds are embedded in the plump flesh, exuding a sweet smell.
I answered loudly and went next door with the half watermelon in my hand.
The watermelon that I took out of the refrigerator is cold and silky, and my fingers are a little numb after holding it for a long time. As soon as Yankong Mountain opened the door, I held the watermelon in front of him: "Quick, it's so cold!"
He was stunned, took the watermelon: "Thank you."
I smiled at him and walked briskly into the house.
"Mianmian, come quickly!"
Yan Wanqiu was already waiting for me in front of the TV. She saw me, patted the seat next to her, and asked me to sit next to her.
I sat down cross-legged, took the gamepad she handed me, and asked, "What are you playing today?"
"Play racing!"
Click on the game, choose the characters, and Yan Wanqiu and I start to compete for the throne of the king of cars.
After a game, Yankongshan came over with a plate of sliced watermelon and put the plate between us.
The watermelon has been deseeded, and a toothpick is inserted for easy eating. Although I knew that he was doing this for Yan Wanqiu, I was still very moved. There's always a sense of... being pampered.
Watermelon is sweet, so is my heart.
Yan Wanqiu hasn't played with me for a while, and suddenly she can't stop, she doesn't plan to stop at ten o'clock, and even hugs my arm and tells me not to go home at all, just live here, she can share Give me half the bed.
Me: "...that's not necessary."
I prefer Ah Shan's bed more than yours.
"If you don't sleep again, I will confiscate your gaming qualifications." Yan Kongshan, regardless of the little girl's pleas, picked her up and took her upstairs.
"Then will you play secretly behind my back?"
"When did you see us playing secretly?"
"No?" Yan Wanqiu obviously didn't believe it, "Then what are you doing when I'm asleep?"
Yan Kongshan was silent, and she was a little caught off guard by her question. After a while, she bluntly spit out two words: "Read the book."
"It feels so boring..."
I watched the backs of the two of them, while eating watermelon, I said silently in my heart: "You are awake, and I will play with you. If you fall asleep, I will play with Ah Shan."
Suddenly, I froze in shock with a mouthful of watermelon in my mouth.
In the blink of an eye, a familiar mood value appeared on the top of Yankongshan's head again.
I straightened up, almost rushed over, but held back at the last moment, picked up my phone and checked the time.
Yesterday's kiss with Yankongshan seemed to be about the same time. Could it be... kiss and block for 24 hours
Is it that precise
I swallowed the watermelon in my mouth and wiped my hands with a tissue.
Who calculates such precise time? my brain
Humans are amazing creatures. It looks like I'm in control of my body, but maybe it's actually my body that is in control of my thoughts and my words and deeds...
Am I what I am
A chill rose up my back, and I shook my head, no longer thinking about such esoteric questions.
Sighed, a little regretful.
I should study medicine.
Maybe it's because I ate too much watermelon and wanted to go to the toilet. By the time I emptied my bladder and came out of the bathroom after washing my hands, Yankongshan had already returned to the first floor.
He bent down to pick up the empty plate on the ground and put it on the coffee table, then squatted down to clean up the messy gamepad. The white numbers loomed overhead, as if they had never disappeared.
I lightly stepped closer to him. Between the coffee table and the TV is a short-haired rug, and Yan Wanqiu and I will sit on it when we play games. Step on it softly and hardly make any sound.
But even if there is no sound, if a person walks by, he can always feel it.
Yankongshan stopped what he was doing and looked up at me. He just looked at me and said nothing. There was no surprise in his numerical value or expression, as if he knew what I was going to do.
I slowly squatted down and knelt on the carpet, his gaze changed from looking up to looking up as I moved.
After deliberating for a long time, I still asked, "Then... can I kiss you?"
His eyes fell on my lips, and his eyelashes fell, covering his eyes, making it difficult to see what's inside, but I just felt that the color of his pupils seemed to be a bit darker than before.
"I said, whatever you want..."
The final sound suddenly disappeared in the air, and I was a little anxious, so I kissed him without waiting for him to finish speaking.
Putting my hands on the ground, I leaned over, squeezed my tongue lightly between his lips, licked it, and quickly exited.
That should be enough.
I was about to look at the top of Yankong Mountain, but before I could stand up completely, the back of my head was firmly clasped by a big palm. Five fingers inserted into the roots of my hair, rubbed my scalp, and pressed me back again with force.