Qing Huan's eyes widened in the darkness, she couldn't see anything, but she knew that those light-colored eyes were just a square inch away. The person on the opposite side twisted their head slightly, staggering their offset nose tips, making the lips touch more closely and deeply.
After the lights were turned off, the temperature of the air conditioner was turned up a bit by the conductor, and it was just right to sleep under the quilt normally. But burying their heads in the quilt, breathing in the tight fabric made the air thicker and thicker, like porridge, steaming hot.
After a while, Qing Huan felt the soft tip of her tongue touch her lower lip.
Nanyang never sticks out her tongue on her own initiative. She is so restrained in everything she does, she never even sucks hard when kissing. It was obvious that she was the 35-year-old older person, but all the intimacy between them was Qing Huan taking the initiative to guide her, to pry open, to penetrate, and to entangle. She has never been like this.
Before Qing Huan had time to think about the strangeness, she was pulled forward by the fingers in her ear. The woman beside her turned her head, and her shallow breathing pressed on top of her, and a soft slide swam in. between her lips.
The thinning oxygen in the quilt made her want to open her mouth and nose to breathe hard, but she only opened her mouth a little when the woman above her bit more closely. There was a short inhalation between the nose, but what poured into the nose was a breath of the other party's exhalation. She couldn't breathe fresh oxygen, her heart was beating wildly in her chest, her brain was suffocating and blood was pumping up, making her cheeks almost melt from the heat.
This is on the train.
In this small space of less than ten square meters, there are five other strangers sleeping around. She is a star and the "god" furthest away from these ordinary people, but now she is lying among these ordinary people, and the girl in the lower bunk opposite is less than one meter away from them. Under this thin cover, she began to be emotional.
Will anyone stare at them in the dark
Will anyone find the beauty in the quilt
When will the patrolling conductor pass by with a flashlight...
Qing Huan bit Nan Yang's lips, the bottom of the quilt moved slightly, she couldn't help but folded her right leg on top of her left, her toes tightly curled up.
Nanyang noticed the movement of her legs folded, and her lips traced her profile to the ear with the diamond earrings, and asked softly, "Want?"
Qing Huan hugged Nan Yang's back tightly, her cheekbones were too hot, she buried her face in Nan Yang's hair, and hummed in shame.
Nanyang slightly arched his back and pulled the quilt down a little to expose Qinghuan's face so that she could breathe normally. After being exposed to the fresh and cool air, Qing Huan took a few greedy breaths while suppressing her trembling vocal cords so as not to wake Liu Liu next to her.
But before she could take a few breaths, she saw that the woman on her body took out a neatly folded handkerchief from her pocket, put it to her mouth, and said, "Bite it."
Qinghuan blushed and asked, "Why?"
"Because you'll be called later."
Qinghuan's face turned redder. She is indeed very easy to speak out. The more depressed Nanyang is in bed, the more indulgent she is in bed. If they recorded their process, the content must be very monotonous, so monotonous as if she was directing and acting by herself. Nanyang knew that she was used to venting when she was comfortable, so she had to find something to block her vent.
Qing Huan closed her eyes, opened her mouth tremblingly, and bit the handkerchief that Nan Yang handed over.
The quilt was gently closed again, but the other person's head was not left outside the quilt.
She raised her neck and stared at the window glass, starting from the rusted dark silver window frame on the upper edge, her eyes slowly moving down along a faint halo.
The car was passing through the tunnel, and with a heavy and rhythmic rumbling, orange-yellow light flashed into her eyes again and again. When the next light spot came, the previous light spot became a vertical beam of light as the train moved. She saw that beam of light continuously penetrated into the windows on the side of the train. From their window, the depths were shallow. Yes, like a lollipop in the mouth of a little girl, spit, spit, wanton and soft.
When the tunnel was over, the last beam of light slowly faded away. It was raining in the city outside the tunnel. The wet rain cast that beam of light with a sticky and damp color. The light went far, like a firefly that circled and flew away, stayed for a while in the place where she was most excited, and then left with her excitement and nostalgia.
The window was splashed with dense rain, and the rain dripped down from the top edge. A few cold raindrops got into the cracks of the unclosed windows and fell on her eyebrows and the end of her eyes. The teeth became tighter and tighter, and the handkerchief was folded thickly when it was inserted, but she could still vaguely feel the occlusion of the upper and lower teeth.
boom—
The train shook violently, and at the same time, a flash of lightning exploded in the sky outside the window.
She raised her head vigorously, closed her eyes forcefully, bit the handkerchief in her mouth desperately, and let out a muffled whimper in her throat. The white handkerchief that had been soaked and soaked for a long time was like a fresh lily. She held it in her mouth. When she bit her teeth, the edge of the handkerchief was lifted like a budding petal.
The already saturated handkerchief was bitten out of some moisture, saliva slanted down the corners of her mouth into her ear temples, mixed with the damp sweat, and moistened her hair into a bowl of soaked and sticky noodles.
There was a rustling on the quilt.
The other face, which was also soaked with sweat, stuck out from the quilt and lay down beside her quietly.
Nanyang raised his hand and wiped the wet corner of his mouth, his voice was hoarse and shallow:
"Are you tired?"
Qing Huan held her handkerchief in her hands, feeling as if she just got out of the bathtub, and nodded weakly.
Nanyang twisted the veil and took it out of Qing Huan's mouth. When taking it out, the handkerchief brought out a long silver thread. Qing Huan looked at the thread that kept sipping, her face blushed as if she was bleeding, and she hurriedly turned her head away to avoid Nanyang's gaze.
Nanyang put the handkerchief aside, hugged Qinghuan, kissed her ear, and said softly, "Go to sleep when you're tired."
"… Um."
Qing Huan snorted, nestled into Nan Yang's arms, and closed her eyes.
Nanyang pursed his aching lips, hugged Qinghuan and looked at the thunderstorm outside the car window, looking at the water marks splashed on the transparent glass, but the bottom of his eyes seemed to pass through the rain scene, looking at an unknown place.
Time passed slowly, and before you knew it, it was already two o'clock in the morning.
The man in his arms was already asleep.
Nanyang carefully pulled out his arms and got out of bed lightly. Her white shirt was wrinkled, but she didn't care about those folds, just took her white trench coat, casually draped it over her shoulders, and walked silently to the other end of the carriage.
It was still the secret space where he got on and off the bus, where Sun Xuxue stood playing with his mobile phone, as if he had been waiting for a long time.
"Xu Xue."
she called softly.
Sun Xuxue immediately raised his head and bowed his head respectfully: "Patriarch, you are here."
"Well." Nanyang leaned against the wall with no expression on his face, "Where do I want you to buy?"
"it's here!"
Sun Xuxue hurriedly took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his coat pocket, holding them in both hands and handing them to Nanyang.
Nanyang lowered his eyes and tore open the package, took out a slender lady's cigarette and stuffed it into his mouth, picked up the lighter with the cigarette in his mouth, pressed his thumb, and the light brown eyes reflected a pulsating fire.
Sun Xuxue watched Nanyang smoking, her heart tightened and it hurt.
She didn't think smoking was a bad thing. She saw a lot of people who smoked, and the old smokers around her could smoke. But this was the first time she saw Nanyang smoking. She always seems to think that people like Nanyang should not smoke. She is such a conservative ancient person who can't even pierce her ears, so how can she smoke
For some reason, when she saw Nanyang spitting out turbid smoke, the word "fallen" appeared in her mind.
She was like watching the purest cloud floating in the sky, suddenly dyed a dirty crow color, then condensed into dew, turned into rain, fell into the mundane world, and smashed into a muddy puddle. She could only watch and couldn't do anything.
"cough."
Nanyang was choked on by the smoke. Obviously, she was not proficient, and didn't know how to make the nicotine roll in her lungs smoothly.
"Ancestor, why don't you stop smoking first?" Sun Xuxue asked boldly.
Nanyang shook his head and handed the cigarette into his mouth again: "It's okay, it's more comfortable this way."
"Yes." Sun Xuxue didn't dare to say anything more.
Nanyang took another deep breath, but when she was halfway through, she coughed again. Sun Xuxue saw her shaking violently, she seemed unsteady, her hands were against the wall, and when the cigarette was taken out of her mouth, the cigarette holder was already covered with blood.
"Ancestor!" Sun Xuxue was startled, and hurriedly took out a tissue and handed it to her.
Nanyang closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and did not speak.
Sun Xuxue stood beside her with a tissue at a loss, not knowing what to do.
"Xu Xue."
After a long time, Nanyang called her again.
"Yes, Patriarch." Sun Xuxue responded immediately.
"Take out your phone and turn on the recording."
"Yes, you… what are you recording?"
Nanyang put the blood-stained cigarette into his mouth again, and took a light sip mixed with the blood.
"… Will."
Sun Xuxue was stunned, her eyes widened, "Will, will?!"
"Well, will." Nanyang took a cigarette and glanced at the heavy rain outside the glass window, "...Someone once told me that goodbye must be said early enough to be complete."
Sun Xuxue covered her mouth, resisting the urge to cry, took out her mobile phone, turned on the recording tremblingly, and pressed the record button.
Nanyang took out his mobile phone and opened a document. She stared at the phone for a long time, the recording was blank for more than ten seconds, and after a long silence, she spoke slowly, and her voice was thin like a lonely mountain in the rain outside the window.
"In order to prevent property disputes and other disputes in my future, when I have a clear thinking and full capacity for action, in accordance with relevant laws and regulations, I make this will as follows."
"I voluntarily left all the properties under my name to my wife, including two sets of real estate in Beijing and Shanghai, the title certificate number is Hufangdizi (2020) No. 33054 and No. 34086, and three sets of real estate in Huzhong City, with property rights The certificate number is Hu Fangdi Zi (2005) No. 800967, No. 812398, No. 928760. Including three Audi A4L, one Audi A6, one BMW 650i, one Lamborghini LP670 and one LP550. Including personal account The internal time deposit is 203400081.53 yuan, the demand deposit is 55005700.82 yuan, and the Mei's Group holds 30% of the shares."
"After that, if I have a new property or an increase in my savings, it's also left to my wife. All my property goes to her."
Speaking of which, Nan Yang's voice was trembling slightly, the smoke had not been patronized for a while, and the spark burned to the edges of her index and middle fingers.
After a long while, she smiled lightly and finished the last sentence:
"Including my body, also belongs to her."
Sun Xuxue pressed the recording stop button and opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something.
Her eyes turned slightly, and her whole body shook violently, and her facial features instantly expanded to the extreme.
She stared behind Nan Yang and staggered back.
Nan Yang seemed to have sensed something, and turned around following her gaze. When he saw the person behind him, the smoke between his fingers fell to the ground and sparks splashed.
Qing Huan stood at the entrance of the carriage, with her hand on the joint of the car skin beside her, her fingertips tightly digging at the rough metal skin, and bloodstains were dug out under each finger.
With tears in her eyes, she smiled bitterly, her voice trembling:
"What else do you want to leave for me?"