Yang Zhao and Chen Mingsheng had dinner and were about to book a bus ticket.
Yang Zhao led Chen Mingsheng into her study. While she was turning on the computer, Chen Mingsheng looked around.
Yang Zhao's study is neat and tidy, with many books. Chen Mingsheng randomly picked up a book—"Interpretation of Bronze Ware Decorations, Graphical Text and Image Inscriptions", and Chen Mingsheng flipped through it twice. It was densely packed with text, occasionally accompanied by a few pictures. He put down the book and saw a painting hanging on the wall, it was a Chinese painting, there was only a carp at the bottom on the vertical and long scroll, and with just a few strokes, the carp was swimming down the river The dynamics are depicted quietly and vividly.
"Okay." Yang Zhao turned on the computer, and Chen Mingsheng turned around and walked over with his cane.
Yang Zhao said, "Wait a minute, I'll get you a stool."
Chen Mingsheng put his crutches aside, Yang Zhao crossed over, and was about to go to the living room to get a stool, but Chen Mingsheng grabbed his arm just two steps away. Yang Zhao was led back two steps and returned to the chair.
"No need." Chen Mingsheng said, "Just sit here." He said, and sat on the stool. This is a leather office chair with pulleys at the bottom. Chen Mingsheng stepped on the ground after sitting down, pushed lightly, and moved away a little. He leaned on the back of the chair and looked at Yang Zhao, and said, "Come here."
Yang Zhao said, "Where do you want me to sit?"
Chen Mingsheng smiled and said, "Where do you want to sit?"
Yang Zhao looked down and saw Chen Mingsheng's left leg in front of her. She raised her eyes and saw Chen Mingsheng smiling faintly at her. Yang Zhao looked away and walked over, Chen Mingsheng took her hand and led her to sit on his left leg.
Yang Zhao said, "Can one leg do it?"
Chen Mingsheng said, "It's okay."
He slid the chair forward and got closer to the computer. Yang Zhao looked at the screen and said, "I've already clicked on the website that sells tickets. Check the time."
"Um."
Yang Zhao was sitting, his eyes lightly glanced down. Chen Mingsheng naturally wrapped his left hand around his waist, and held the mouse in his right hand, browsing the website, clicking from time to time, making crisp sounds.
He sat behind her, his chest was almost firmly attached to Yang Zhao's back, and his face was easily leaned on Yang Zhao's body.
Yang Zhao smelled the faint smell of soap again.
"Leave the day after tomorrow?" Chen Mingsheng said.
Yang Zhao felt her back tremble slightly because of the low-pitched words, and she was stunned for a moment.
He didn't hear the answer, Chen Mingsheng turned his head to look at her strangely, "What's wrong?"
Only then did Yang Zhao realize that she quickly looked at the screen and said, "Yes."
Chen Mingsheng laughed and said, "Why are you always in a daze."
Yang Zhao looked at the screen steadily, and said lightly, "No, I'm watching."
Chen Mingsheng pulled a ticket information to the center of the screen and said, "Leave the day after tomorrow?"
Yang Zhao glanced at it and said, "Why did you go to Beijing?"
"Yes." Chen Mingsheng said, "There is no direct bus."
Yang Zhao turned to look at Chen Mingsheng and said, "Then how do we get there?"
Chen Mingsheng thought for a while and said, "Take the train to Beijing, Beijing to Taiyuan, and pass by Mount Wutai."
Yang Zhao nodded and said, "Then buy it like this."
Chen Mingsheng clicked in to buy a ticket, Yang Zhao asked, "How much is the ticket?"
Chen Mingsheng said, "Whether it's from Beijing or from Beijing to Mount Wutai."
Yang Zhao said, "From Beijing to Mount Wutai."
Chen Mingsheng said, "Let me take a look."
He called out the detailed fare information - hard seat 50.5, hard sleeper 101.5, soft sleeper 152.5, premium soft sleeper 272.5.
Yang Zhao said, "Fifty yuan? Can you see clearly that it's a train?"
Chen Mingsheng smiled and said, "Of course, you may not have been in this kind of ride before."
Yang Zhao turned to look at Chen Mingsheng, "What kind."
Chen Mingsheng wanted to just talk casually, but seeing Yang Zhao's serious expression, he thought about it, and said carefully. He raised his hand, pointed to the train number on the screen, and said, "Look at this letter."
Yang Zhao said, "Well, K."
Chen Mingsheng said: "For Chinese railways, T is express train, D is high-speed train, G is high-speed train, K is express train, Z is direct train, and C is intercity. Probably around 80 to 100 kilometers."
Yang Zhao nodded and said, "I remember."
Chen Mingsheng looked at Yang Zhao's face and said, "I'm not teaching you, why are you so serious."
Yang Zhao seemed not quite used to Chen Mingsheng's teasing, so she gave him a squinting look and said, "Go ahead and buy a ticket."
"Then I'll buy a soft sleeper." Chen Mingsheng was about to click the mouse, but Yang Zhao suddenly said, "Wait."
Chen Mingsheng looked at her, "Huh?"
Yang Zhao said, "Let's take the cheap one."
Chen Mingsheng said: "This bus is almost the cheapest."
Yang Zhao said, "I mean we don't sit on soft sleepers."
Chen Mingsheng looked at her, "Then why do you want to sit?"
Yang Zhao said, "How long does it take from Beijing to Mount Wutai?"
Chen Mingsheng said: "More than six hours, less than seven hours."
Yang Zhao said, "Sit on the hard seat, it hasn't been six hours—" She stopped suddenly in the middle of speaking. Yang Zhao originally wanted to say that six hours is not a long time, reading a book will pass quickly, there is no need to find a bed. But as soon as she opened her mouth, she realized that she forgot to consider Chen Mingsheng's situation. She didn't know whether Chen Mingsheng's legs could stand it.
She was only silent for a moment, but Chen Mingsheng soon noticed it.
"I'm fine." Chen Mingsheng put his arms around Yang Zhao and said quietly, "Don't think about me."
Yang Zhao said, "You have to sit for six hours, are your legs okay?"
Chen Mingsheng laughed lowly and said, "I drive to work for more than ten hours every day, so you can see what's wrong with me."
"Oh..." Yang Zhao looked at the screen and said, "Then buy a hard seat."
"Are you sure?" Chen Mingsheng asked.
"Sure."
Chen Mingsheng nodded and bought two hard seat tickets.
There were many tickets to Beijing, so Chen Mingsheng calculated the time and finally took the express.
"Okay." Chen Mingsheng said, "You plan to stay for a few days, do you want to buy a return ticket?"
Yang Zhao shook his head and said, "If you haven't decided, don't buy it yet."
"Um."
Chen Mingsheng closed the website, and said to Yang Zhao, "Are the things you want to bring ready?"
Yang Zhao said, "I don't have anything to bring, I just packed some change of clothes." She stood up and left Chen Mingsheng's legs, "Would you like to take a look, I don't know if there is anything missing."
Yang Zhao came to the bedroom, took out his suitcase, and opened it to reveal two books.
"..." Chen Mingsheng looked at Yang Zhao speechlessly, "Are you still carrying books when you go out to play?"
Yang Zhao said, "Look at it on the train."
Chen Mingsheng smiled lightly and said, "You will know when the time comes."
Yang Zhao said, "Know what?"
Chen Mingsheng shook his head, "It's nothing."
Yang Zhao's preparations were quite complete. She stuffed two more clothes into the box, and then closed the box. When closing the box, she suddenly looked at Chen Mingsheng and said, "Are you still leaving today?"
Chen Mingsheng sat on Yang Zhao's bed, lit a cigarette, took a sip with his head down, and said, "What's the matter?"
Yang Zhao turned to pull the zipper of the suitcase and said, "It's fine..."
Chen Mingsheng laughed, Yang Zhao turned his head again, and saw him looking at him with a half-smile. Yang Zhao felt an inexplicable heat on his face, and said, "Let's go."
Perhaps because things were done, the atmosphere in the room began to turn in another direction. Chen Mingsheng's tone was a bit lazy, he held his cigarette between two slender fingers, looked at Yang Zhao, and said, "You chased me?"
Yang Zhao was confused by that tone, wanted to laugh and get angry at the same time. She lowered her head to fiddle with the box without speaking.
Chen Mingsheng said again: "If you chase me away, I will leave."
"Who chased you?" As soon as Yang Zhaogang turned her head, she saw that Chen Mingsheng still had the same expression. She let go of the box, walked to the bed in two steps, pushed Chen Mingsheng's shoulders, and pressed him on the bed.
Chen Mingsheng held a cigarette in his hand, fearing that it would burn her, he opened his hands like an embrace.
"Oh—" Chen Ming let out a long sigh, and lay down relaxed. He took a puff of cigarette, and the smoke he exhaled melted into Yang Zhao's lungs.
Yang Zhao put his hands on both sides of Chen Mingsheng, and just looked down at him.
With a faint smile on his face, Chen Mingsheng let Yang Zhao look at him.
Yang Zhao looked at it for a while, then suddenly said, "Chen Mingsheng."
Chen Mingsheng said in a low voice, "Huh?"
Yang Zhao said, "Actually, I think you are quite handsome."
Chen Mingsheng paused slightly with his hand holding the cigarette, and finally turned his eyes away from Yang Zhao, lowered his eyes, and said, "Really."
Yang Zhao said, "You look very attractive."
Chen Mingsheng smiled and said nothing.
Yang Zhao said, "You should smile more."
Chen Mingsheng said, "Okay."
He wanted to put the cigarette into his mouth again, but Yang Zhao pressed his wrist first, Chen Mingsheng looked over, Yang Zhao leaned over and kissed his mouth.
Many women like clean kisses, but Yang Zhao is different.
She likes kisses with flavors—alcohol, tobacco, anything that can make the soul strong.
Chen Mingsheng couldn't help but put his arms around her waist, and Yang Zhao's hand involuntarily reached under him, touching his severed limb through the trouser leg.
She pressed and rubbed, and every slight trembling and tension of that short limb made her love her so much.
After kissing for a long time, Yang Zhao seemed a little tired. She relaxed her body and lay on Chen Mingsheng's body. Her face was buried next to Chen Mingsheng's.
Chen Mingsheng picked up the cigarette in his hand, took another puff, and said with a faint smile, "You really like my legs that much."
Yang Zhao was quiet for a while, then said, "Well, I like it."
Chen Mingsheng didn't speak.
Yang Zhao turned his head sideways, and the tip of his nose touched Chen Mingsheng's hair, which prickled a little. "Your friends, part of what they say is true," she said.
Chen Mingsheng said, "Really."
Yang Zhao lay quietly, she felt Chen Mingsheng's body, floating gently with his every breath.
After a while, Chen Mingsheng ran out of cigarettes. He stubbed out the cigarette butt, threw it into the ashtray beside the bed, then put his arms around Yang Zhao's waist, turned over and put her under him.
Yang Zhao looked at him, Chen Mingsheng lowered his head and kissed her, and said in a low voice, "If you like it, I'll give it to you."
Yang Zhao put his arms around Chen Mingsheng's body and pulled it down. Chen Mingsheng put his hands on both sides and said, "If you try harder, I will crush you."
Yang Zhao said, "Come on, are you sinking?"
Chen Mingsheng thought for a while and said, "It's not light."
Yang Zhao smiled and pulled Chen Mingsheng down.
After all, Chen Mingsheng didn't dare to press her too hard, and slowly pushed his arms aside. Even so, Yang Zhao's chest was still weighed down by Chen Mingsheng.
But she didn't hate the heaviness.
His body was like a mountain, which gave her a sense of solidity.
She whispered in his ear: "Chen Mingsheng, I won't go back today, okay?"
Chen Mingsheng withdrew his arms, hugged Yang Zhao, and rolled half a circle into the bed. Yang Zhao's hair was sticking to the corner of his mouth, Chen Mingsheng saw it, and raised his hand to gently pull it off.
Yang Zhao rested on his arm, and said, "Is that all right?"
Chen Mingsheng smiled lightly and said, "Yes."
That night, Yang Zhao slept soundly in Chen Mingsheng's arms.
For the first time, in this apartment, in this room, she had fallen asleep and got up with someone else.
Yang Zhao got up a little earlier than Chen Mingsheng, she turned her head to look at Chen Mingsheng beside her. His face was buried in the soft pillow, only half of it could be seen. He seemed to be in deep sleep, and even his breathing had a unique power.
Yang Zhao suddenly wanted to touch him.
But she was afraid of waking Chen Mingsheng up, so she didn't touch him in the end.
Yang Zhao sat on the bed and looked in the direction of the window. The sun has risen, and the dark blue curtains can't cover the warm sunlight.
Yang Zhao smiled.
Just as she was laughing, Chen Mingsheng seemed to have a premonition in his dream, he moved and opened his eyes.
He had just woken up, his eyes were half-opened, and he looked a little wilted. Seeing Yang Zhao's smile, he turned over. Yang Zhao thought to himself, he really just woke up, and even moved slowly.
Chen Mingsheng propped up half of his body, put the pillow behind him, leaned on it, pinched his eyebrows, and said, "...what are you laughing at?"
His voice was a little hoarse, Yang Zhao turned to look at him and said, "Chen Mingsheng, this is wonderful."
Chen Mingsheng didn't stop his hands, and said casually, "What a wonderful thing."
Yang Zhao said: "When I open my eyes, you and Chaoyang exist together."
Chen Mingsheng let go of his hand, grabbed Yang Zhao with his long arm, and hugged Yang Zhao. Yang Zhao was lying in his arms, and she felt that the pillow and quilt had smelled of him in just one night.
Yang Zhao closed his eyes and hugged him back.
It's wonderful.
When I open my eyes, you and the rising sun exist together.
The author has something to say: When Chapter 28 was reported yesterday, I replaced 28 with 29, and then deleted 28 as a whole.
But the administrator told me that the number of modified words in the VIP chapter cannot be less than the original.
Then I had a sudden inspiration and wrote more than 3,000 [oh] for 28.
But the administrator told me that the VIP chapter cannot fill in meaningless content.
So I made a plan and told him that my [Oh] meant that I understood what he said, and it had practical significance, but the administrator ignored it.
In the end, I listened to my friend's advice and pulled the content of 29 to the front.
Finally passed.
But happiness is always short-lived. Bad news came from the front line again today—the author of 29 has something to say and has been reported.
don't matter
After a night of rest, my brain worked again and came up with a trick—
[The update speed is guaranteed (I feel that it updates faster than me.) The disadvantage is that the order of the VIP chapters is messy, maybe it is to prevent complaints?]
Finally, I want to say that because the situation of this article is quite special, anyone who understands it will know what kind of person it is about. The beginning of this kind of emotion is *, so this kind of description is necessary, and it is impossible to cut it off. (Just like you can't ask Jun Watanabe to delete the boat scene in "Paradise Lost", because there are probably less than 50 pages left.) So, I will continue to write when I write, and I will continue to post when I post it. If I am reported again this time, I will paste the next chapter directly like this time, and read it if I have time to read it, and go to the website I just recommended if I have no time to read it.
Finally, I would like to ask -
Am I witty or not