After taking a shower, Hiukawa walked out of the bathroom, and saw his little girl holding his manuscripts, sitting on his bed, reading each one carefully—the window in the room was closed, and the smell of cigarettes before It had already dissipated, the smell of orange peel sprayed from the aroma diffuser occupied the nostrils, and the sun poured in and shone on her side face.
This is what it feels like to relax the tense spirit all of a sudden, the drowsiness of sleepiness sweeps over, I feel that I can sleep peacefully, and I no longer worry about when I will be awakened by nightmares.
——Like the frightened bird returning to the forest and landing on the luxuriant tree, only the sound of the wind blowing in my ears.
"When I found these manuscript papers, your precious son was wiping his mouth with one of them." As if sensing Hikawa's sight, the person sitting on the bed said without raising his head.
Hiukawa walked to the bed, stretched his head to look at the manuscript on Chuli's lap - the latter reached out and pushed his wet head away: "Go away, don't put water on the manuscript, after so many years, these papers are fragile It's like a cracker... some of the ink has faded."
"..."
In fact, some of these manuscripts were really destroyed by Hiukawa back then.
So the manuscript is not complete, it is intermittent.
But she watched it with relish, which is also very strange.
Curving the corners of his lips, Hirakawa wrapped the bath towel around his head like a wolf grandmother, climbed onto the bed, and rubbed it next to Chuli—the newly changed quilt cover and bed sheets had a faint smell of mothballs, Hirakawa picked up the towel The top one in the stack of papers: "Where did you see it?"
"The male lead turned his head away when he saw the female lead, and the female lead followed him eagerly and asked, why did you run away when you saw me?" Chu Li shook the manuscript paper in his hand, "The male lead said, I'm afraid I'll scare you... oops I'll go, such a gentle hero is not a bit similar to you, if you can write such a careful hero with your emotional intelligence, if you really release this stuff, someone will say that you didn't write it."
"...Why didn't I write it? I still remember that I wrote this chapter when I was in Chinese class. I still remember it very clearly. At that time, I was reading "Teacher's List"," Hiukawa clicked his tongue twice, "I wrote it until the hero turned around. When the heroine got up and chased after her with her lunch box in her hands, did you see a small fragment?"
Chu Li glanced: "I see."
Hiukawa was expressionless: "At that time, I was called up by the short-lived ghost of the Chinese teacher to read the text, and then translated the general meaning of a paragraph."
Chu Li thought for a while, and found it very picturesque—so she laughed, as if she was sitting next to Hiukawa at that time, and the classroom was very quiet, because everyone was looking at Hiukawa, so she could also Holding a Chinese book openly and looking up at him like this, watching him stand up reluctantly and read the text, and then slowly translate the ancient Chinese sentence by sentence...
Chu Li narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly remembered the comments from his high school classmates on Weibo this morning, many of whom were married and had two children. When they mentioned him, their words were full of admiration...
"If I know that my future partner has been popular in the whole school since high school, I will definitely try to be born a few years earlier."
"Oh," Hiukawa glanced at her, "Look at your turbulent appearance. You must have been a fool in high school. When I was young, the most annoying people were blah, and I must have avoided you like a cockroach."
Hearing this, Chu Li raised his eyebrows, raised his fist and wanted to beat him—
Hiukawa raised his hand to grab her wrist, pressed it down and stuffed it into the quilt, but he never let go of his hand: "When I was young, I liked little girls like the heroine, who are soft, understanding, and talkative. Just like a mosquito humming, the heart is gentle and powerful... "
Chuli thought about it—
She is always startled when she speaks and does things, and she looks like a cat with furred hair or a monkey squeaking at all times. When Lao Miao was working, she always thought about how to fight him, and now she always thinks about how to fight with Liang Surf Get into a fight, being weak doesn't suit her, that's fine, but the heart is not very gentle and not very strong...
Cry at every turn.
The last time she cried was like ten minutes ago. In terms of freshness, the tip of her nose and the sockets of her eyes are still slightly red at the moment...
—Very good, not even the slightest resemblance to myself.
Chu Li was gritting his back molars and rubbing against himself secretly, at this moment he heard Hiu Chuan say slowly, "And the breasts are big."
Chu Li lowered his head and looked at his chest, straightened his waist subconsciously, raised his chin and glanced at the man, and kicked him under the quilt: "Then why do you like me?"
"I don't know, maybe I fell for your way. I have never been in love before, and I have a dewy marriage with those female classmates..." Hiukawa paused for a while and thought for a while, as if this word should not be used in this way, so he corrected, "And Those female classmates passed by each other in a pure relationship. No one has ever used the routine of cooking for me every day. One day, the person who cooks every day suddenly confessed to me, and I panicked. If I don’t agree, I will have nothing to eat What should I do, so I still agree?"
First ceremony: "..."
Chu Li: "You can't praise me."
Hiukawa: "What are you praising you for?"
Chu Li was silent for a while, pointing to his chest—at this moment, it was like the description in an elementary school Chinese textbook: like a proud little rooster, puffing out his chest.
Hirakawa stared at her face for a while, then moved his eyes down—
That gaze seemed to have temperature and electricity, starting from her forehead, pointing to eyelashes, making her lower her eyes; reaching to the tip of her nose, making her sniff; reaching her lips, making her purse her lips... like a burst of crackling The electric current rolled over her cheeks, and when her face flushed slightly and heated up, and she swallowed a mouthful of saliva nervously, that line of sight followed a soft "gudu" and fell to her slender neck and collarbone raised.
The bedroom was eerily quiet.
Only the gurgling sound of the aromatherapy machine water rolling.
Facing the sunlight outside the window, Chu Li could clearly see every change in the face of the man sitting on the bed hanging around—accompanied by the movement of his eyes, his long eyelashes were like butterflies about to fly, and the original pupil color was changed. The light turned light brown, and when the butterfly flapped its wings and landed, it covered the darkened pupils in his eyes...
The atmosphere at the scene was a little tense.
Chu Li put down the hand pointing at his chest, wanting to smile awkwardly, to show that he was joking—
However, at the first moment when the corners of her lips were barely raised, she saw Hiukawa's body leaning forward slightly, and then the facial features, which looked good no matter how they were taken apart or closed, were zoomed in front of her eyes...
The soft touch touches the lips, accompanied by the fragrance of the body wash between the man's nose... Such a clean and sweet breath combined with the sunlight outside the window is an invincible trump card, which has the ability to turn the spine into a puddle of water.
Chu Li said "uh", leaned back on the pillow behind him, the manuscript paper on his knees was scattered on the bed, and the tip of the man's tongue penetrated into her mouth—
It was about two months ago.
She was still worrying about whether Hiukawa liked it or not; why didn't Hiukawa take my hand; why didn't Hikawa kiss me.
And then two months later.
The tightly wrapped ten fingers under the quilt gently rubbed against the soft and moist lips of her lips, as if silently proving something...
"I really want to praise you too." The man's voice was slightly hoarse as he opened the distance between them a little, "You let me see is believing first."
Chu Li still hadn't realized what "seeing is believing".
In the next second, he was thrown into the soft bed—
When the quilt was lifted, some of the manuscript papers scattered all over the bed were lifted, floated in the air, and then fell quietly on the carpet beside the bed.
Chu Li exclaimed, struggling to get up and put away those baby bumps, but the man pushed her body back halfway up—the man who was originally sitting sideways on the edge of the bed straddled up and put his hands on her head On one side, a leg pressed her knee and told her not to move...
The big hand that was pressing on her shoulder to keep her from moving suddenly moved, he lifted the hem of her clothes and got in, and the hand slid up along her waistline...
Chu Li's breath was suffocated.
The man's kiss became a little irritable, and it stretched from her lips all the way down and finally stopped at the position below the collarbone... There was a slightly raised piece of soft flesh on the tip of his nose, which felt cool to the touch. You can hear her heartbeat accelerating at this moment.
The thin quilt used in summer was pulled up, and Chu Li's eyes were plunged into darkness.
In a more enclosed space, the aura emanating from the man made every inch of her skin tense, as if her hair was screaming—she raised her hand and touched the man's cheek uneasily, and the latter grabbed her Hand, bowed his head and kissed her palm with a sigh.
Then he pressed her hand hard to the side of her head.
In the darkness, Chu Li felt that the clothes that were close to her body were leaving one by one—
Everywhere the man's rough fingertips touched made her shudder.
When she backed away because of the unknown fear of what might happen next, she could feel a piece of rough manuscript paper pressing on her back, and the corners of the paper arched due to the sag pierced her back...
pain.
But it seemed that the heat all over his body was concentrated in the place where he was touching her.
She heard him grit his teeth, put his lips against her ears, and apologize to her in a low voice, when her eyes became moist, at the same time his movements became more and more fierce, which was completely inconsistent with his gentle voice—
The breath escaping from her mouth was smashed into fragments.
The manuscript paper behind her that was afraid that the bath water on Hiukawa's body would get wet and damaged a second ago was messed up by the sweat on her back...
She was turned over limply, her face sunk deep into the pillow, and when someone entered from behind, she vaguely thought: I hope Hiukawa still remembers what is written in this chapter... ah, although, it was written in the first place. There are a lot of things missing, and even if this chapter is missing, it seems that the mountains will not fall apart.
"Well… "
"Concentrate, you."
Amidst the warning voice of the man behind him, Chu Li was bumped forward hard, veins appeared on his forehead, and hot tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes... She felt that her legs might be crippled.
…
On this day, Chu Li and Zhou Chuan, like conjoined twins with a broken leg, stayed on the bed for a whole day.
They don't know what the world outside has turned upside down. After all, they don't even have the strength to get out of bed to get a takeaway—Chu Li's mobile phone has long been thrown into a corner. It was too late to find out about being beaten by Liang Surf until it ran out of battery and turned off automatically...
Of course Mr. Guxuan didn’t know—
When he led the veteran cadres of the Writers Association, who in the eyes of everyone, only "drink tea, walk birds and hold meetings", set off a new wave of "resist publishers' behavior, authors pay the bill", "resist cyber violence, and restore a pure land of literary creation" on major media platforms. …
His son is busy with prostitution in the daytime, wishing that the king will not go to court early from now on.
Writing things is not as fun as making love.
No one knew what happened at all, people only knew that when the Internet was arguing about Zhou Chuan's affairs, apologizing, apologizing, and mocking... There was a ding dong, and Zhou Chuan's Weibo was updated, just four characters—
[Not updated today.]
... The person who didn't break the watch when he was pinched the hardest, broke the watch.
Everyone was dumbfounded.