Chen Mingsheng looked at Yang Zhao, his eyes almost melted into a stream of water.
Yang Zhao touched his face and said, "Why are you looking at me like that?" She leaned down and kissed the tip of his nose, "Don't be weak, Chen Mingsheng." She unbuttoned her jacket and said, "Never... "
Yang Zhao's hand was lowered slowly meaningfully. Chen Mingsheng hugged her, smiled softly, and then turned around on the right side.
Seeing him like this, Yang Zhao buried his face in Chen Mingsheng's shoulder. Chen Mingsheng's voice was low and magnetic, "You don't want it?"
Of course Yang Zhao wanted it, but secretly wanting it herself was different from being seen by the other party as wanting it.
Yang Zhao rarely felt a little embarrassed.
Chen Mingsheng put his arms around her, smiled, and said, "You were not like this before."
Yang Zhao raised his head, rested his chin on Chen Mingsheng's chest, and said, "Then what was I like before?"
Chen Mingsheng shut up.
Yang Zhao said, "Tell me about it."
Chen Mingsheng thought for a while and said, "Anyway, it's very powerful."
Yang Zhao was still a little drunk. Hearing Chen Mingsheng's words, he shook his head with a smile and said, "It doesn't sound like a good word."
Chen Mingsheng said, "It's not a good word."
Yang Zhao said, "It doesn't sound like it."
Lying on Chen Mingsheng's body, Yang Zhao felt that the body under him was so heavy and solid. It was an indescribable touch, which made Yang Zhao feel that the whole world was alive.
In the past, even if she killed Yang Zhao, she wouldn't believe that she would have such a yes-or-no conversation with a man for more than ten minutes, but now she not only did it, but she also felt extremely comfortable doing it.
Chen Mingsheng raised his hand and took off her clothes. He kissed her smooth shoulders and stroked her delicate body.
Yang Zhao felt his body hot after being touched by his big hand. She took off his coat and put her hand on Chen Mingsheng's chest.
Chen Mingsheng gently turned Yang Zhao over and put him under him.
This room is small and simple, with nothing in it, just like their feelings—dark and unclear. A simple wooden door, after closing, no one can see inside.
Chen Mingsheng didn't ask Yang Zhao why she was chasing him so hard back then, nor did he ask her whether they would have started without his right leg.
He didn't want to assume what ifs, and he didn't want to ask the past.
Yang Zhao fell asleep when Chen Mingsheng kissed her halfway.
She didn't know the reason, maybe she was drunk, maybe she was tired, or maybe some troubles in her heart had been resolved, in short, when Chen Mingsheng was in a state of unbearable emotion, she fell asleep shamelessly.
When Chen Mingsheng realized this, he was stunned for half a minute.
"Yang Zhao?"
Yang Zhao lay in his arms, sleeping peacefully, and opened his mouth slightly.
Chen Mingsheng lightly touched Yang Zhao's face, but Yang Zhao didn't respond.
After Chen Mingsheng made sure that she was completely asleep, he laid back on the pillow without any effort.
Facing the dark night outside the window, he smiled helplessly.
"I don't know, if tonight, how much she will remember tomorrow morning..."
When Chen Mingsheng got up the next day, Yang Zhao had already tidied up. She got up much earlier than Chen Mingsheng. Not only did she go for a walk outside, but she even took a bath in the backyard.
Chen Mingsheng sat up from the bed when Yang Zhao just entered the room with a small bag in his hand.
"Are you awake?" Yang Zhao walked over, put the paper bag aside, and said, "I bought breakfast, would you like some?"
Chen Mingsheng rubbed his hair and sat up.
"You get up so early."
"It's getting late, it's past eight o'clock."
Yang Zhao went to pack her things in front of the suitcase, and Chen Mingsheng looked at her back in a daze.
Yang Zhao turned his head and saw Chen Mingsheng's gaze. She said, "Why can't I pay it back? Hurry up, we still have to go to the Great White Pagoda."
Chen Mingsheng didn't speak, but looked at her quietly, his eyes a little lazy.
After Yang Zhao finished speaking, he went back to pack his clothes, but when he finished the small package and turned around, Chen Mingsheng was still sitting on the bed.
Yang Zhao threw the bag in front of him, and Chen Mingsheng caught it in mid-air.
"Haven't woken up yet?" Yang Zhao walked to the bed and said, "Then I can go out by myself."
Chen Mingsheng put down his bag, took Yang Zhao's hand, and asked her to sit next to him.
Yang Zhao smiled lightly and said, "Go take a bath, you'll smell all over your body."
Chen Mingsheng said lazily, "What's the smell?"
Yang Zhao said, "Anyway, it doesn't taste good."
Chen Mingsheng let go of his hand and fell down again. Yang Zhao said, "If you keep fooling me, I'm really leaving."
When Yang Zhao looked at Chen Mingsheng, he always felt that the gaze made her nowhere to hide, as if she had been ripped apart from the inside out, and it seemed like someone was scratching her weak spot, making her want to hide and laugh at the same time.
Yang Zhao didn't intend to let him watch like this any longer, she stood up and was about to go out.
"Do you still remember?" Chen Mingsheng said suddenly.
Yang Zhao turned his head, "What?"
Chen Mingsheng looked at her gently and said, "Do you remember what happened last night?"
"Oh." Yang Zhao understood what he was referring to, and said, "You proposed, I remember."
Chen Mingsheng: "..."
Chen Mingsheng took a deep breath and turned his head slowly.
Yang Zhao suddenly felt that he didn't need to leave again.
She came to the side of the bed, looked down at him from above, and said, "Chen Mingsheng, are you embarrassed?"
Chen Mingsheng put a big hand on his forehead, covering half of his face. There was only one mouth left to answer Yang Zhao's words, "No..."
"No?" Yang Zhao crossed his arms and said, "Then what are you doing with your face, look at me."
Chen Mingsheng really took his hand off, but the two of them looked at each other for less than a second before Chen Mingsheng covered his face again.
Yang Zhao snorted, sat down by the bed, and said, "Chen Mingsheng, you are so strange."
Chen Mingsheng said in a low voice, "How strange."
Yang Zhao said: "Sometimes I think you are invulnerable, and sometimes I think you are so thin-skinned that you will die."
Chen Mingsheng said: "... Really."
Yang Zhao took Chen Mingsheng's hand, pulled his claws off his face, looked at him solemnly, and said, "You proposed to me last night, and I agreed. Chen Mingsheng, I remember it all."
Chen Mingsheng's ears were red, he sat up and hugged Yang Zhao.
Yang Zhao put his arms around his strong back and said lightly, "Are you going to give me an engagement present?"
Chen Mingsheng raised his head and said, "What do you want?"
Yang Zhao smiled and said, "I'm just kidding, I don't want anything." She stood up and said to Chen Mingsheng: "If you really want me to be happy, get up quickly and take a shower, you are getting lazy. "
After she finished speaking, she took her bag and left the house. Chen Mingsheng looked out the window, Yang Zhao walked out of the house, chatted with the aunt who sold fruit at the door, and then walked slowly along the mountain road.
He sat there and thought for a while.
engagement gift…
Yang Zhao wandered outside for ten minutes and came back again. When I came back, there was no one in the house. Yang Zhao thought to himself, he finally got up.
There was the sound of water in the backyard. When Yang Zhao passed by the door, he opened the curtain unintentionally and took a look. When he looked over, she was immediately nailed to the spot.
This old house does not have a bathroom, but there is a small bathroom similar to that in the countryside, which was built by turning around. There was no shower either, only a shower followed by a hose. When Yang Zhao took a shower in it, he spent a lot of effort. Fortunately for Chen Mingsheng, he didn't go into that bathroom, he just pulled out the water pipe and rinsed it in the yard.
He was not completely naked, but he was wearing a pair of striped shorts underneath, the length of which just covered the severed limb of his right leg. Now it was soaked wet, and it was tightly attached to his body, clearly outlining his body Concave-convex shape on .
Yang Zhao felt his hands tighten, and almost pulled the door curtain down. She calmed down, closed the curtains, and closed the back door. Chen Mingsheng put the shower on his head and rubbed it carelessly with his other hand.
The steam from the hot water formed a cloud of white mist in the air. Yang Zhao stepped forward, and Chen Mingsheng noticed her and raised his head.
Yang Zhao said, "What are you doing?"
Chen Mingsheng said, "Take a shower."
Yang Zhao: "..."
"You just wash outside like this?"
Chen Mingsheng wiped his face and said, "The inside is too small, and there are steps. I can't stand firmly."
Yang Zhao raised his eyebrows, Chen Mingsheng smiled and said, "Anyway, it's just a quick rush."
Yang Zhao said, "By the way, did you wash the clothes together?"
Chen Mingsheng pursed his lips, and finally washed his body. Yang Zhao stood by and watched. He was wearing a plastic slipper on his left foot, and he was standing in the yard very firmly.
In this deep mountain and old forest, perhaps people also become primitive. Yang Zhao leaned against the back door, smiling quietly, watching Chen Mingsheng wash his body in the steam.
It is unknown if she is blocking the door for him, or doing something else.
After taking a bath, Yang Zhao brought Chen Mingsheng a change of clothes. She packed the clothes Chen Mingsheng wore yesterday and put them in a big basin, planning to come back later to wash them.
"Have you eaten what I brought you?" Yang Zhao said.
"Eat." Chen Mingsheng said, "Go directly to the White Pagoda."
"good."
The aunt showed them the way and told them where to take the nearest road. Yang Zhao and Chen Mingsheng walked unhurriedly, wandering around until almost noon before arriving at the Great White Pagoda.
The Great White Pagoda is shorter than the top of the Bodhisattva, so it is much easier to walk around. Lamas can be seen everywhere in the courtyard of the Great White Pagoda. And the lamas here seem to be stationed, each with a wooden plank and a long mat, and spread it next to a Buddhist wall. There is a row of Tibetans in front of the wall, kowtowing to the wall.
There are not so many tourists now. Yang Zhao and Chen Mingsheng sat resting on the stone railing at the gate of the yard, watching the Tibetans kowtow to the wall one by one.
The sun at noon is warm and bright, the sky is blue, and occasionally a few white clouds make the sky and earth more pure. Yang Zhao took Chen Mingsheng's hand and leaned his shoulders together.
"Go up there and have a look?" Chen Mingsheng said to Yang Zhao after sitting for a while. He pointed to the Great White Pagoda. As he got closer, the Great White Pagoda looked even taller. The simple and graceful lines, simple and holy colors, looking up from the tower, gave people a sense of natural beauty.
Yang Zhao and Chen Mingsheng went up to the top and saw that there were prayer circles under the White Pagoda, and hundreds of prayer circles surrounded the base of the White Pagoda. A group of monks and tourists walked in order, and every time they passed a prayer wheel, they would gently move it with their hands. Then the prayer wheel will make a soft humming sound and spin rapidly, as if it will never stop.
Yang Zhao and Chen Mingsheng didn't turn the row of prayer wheels, they just watched and listened.
In the afternoon, they returned to their residence, and after a short rest, they went down again to the long street they passed by on the first day.
The shops on the street are next to each other, and they basically sell special products from Tibet and the western border countries.
Yang Zhao and Chen Mingsheng walked into a shop with incense burning inside. The strong sandalwood scent made the whole shop look simple and old.
Yang Zhao picked up a scarf, a square one and a big one. The boss came over and said, "This is a Nepalese scarf. The quality is very good. Even scarves and shawls can be used. Come, let me try it on for you."
The boss was very enthusiastic, and tried it on Yang Zhao himself, stacked several layers, and wrapped it around Yang Zhao's neck.
The scarf wrapped around Yang Zhao's shoulders, making her neck look more white and slender.
The scarf is dark green, with brown patterns, the color is very low-key, but it goes well with Yang Zhao. Yang Zhao turned his head, and Chen Mingsheng nodded at her, "It's very beautiful."
Yang Zhao smiled and said to the boss, "Then get one for me."
The boss likes this kind of refreshing guests the most. She said: "It happens to be cold outside, so just take them away."
Yang Zhao nodded, the boss brought the scissors, and directly helped Yang Zhao cut off the trademark.
After going out, Yang Zhao asked Chen Mingsheng, "Do you think it looks good?"
Chen Mingsheng nodded, "It looks good."
"How beautiful."
Chen Mingsheng: "..."
Yang Zhao smiled, took Chen Mingsheng's arm, and said, "You've always been like this, let's go."
They passed a sugar shop, and there was a strong sweet smell coming from it. Someone was cutting sugar at the door, which looked very interesting. Yang Zhao looked at it, and it was candied ginger that was being cut.
Chen Mingsheng said, "Do you want candy?"
Yang Zhao said, "Buy a packet of ginger candy to get rid of the cold."
"Our ginger candy tastes authentic, it's not washed, it's delicious." The guy who cut the sugar recommended. Yang Zhao said, "Help me get a bag."
The man helped Yang Zhao bring a bag of ginger candies, Yang Zhao opened it, took one and put it in his mouth.
Chen Mingsheng said, "How is it?"
Yang Zhao: "It's okay, I'll give you one."
Chen Mingsheng said: "I don't like sweets."
Yang Zhao and Chen Mingsheng went shopping, Yang Zhao said, "Then what flavor do you like?"
Chen Mingsheng really thought about it carefully and said, "I like suffering."
"?" Yang Zhao looked at him strangely, "Bitter?"
"Um."
Yang Zhao recalled it for a while, and said, "The bitter taste is also good, and relieves nervous fatigue." She looked at Chen Mingsheng and said, "Then I'll buy you dark chocolate next time."
Chen Mingsheng said with a smile: "It's still candy, I don't like candy."
Yang Zhao didn't persuade him either, and followed him all the way to the end of the street.
Soon, there were fewer shops, and the roads were gradually filled with blue stones and trees. The sun set and the sky was orange.
Yang Zhao and Chen Mingsheng sat on a stone by the roadside. Yang Zhao tightened his scarf and leaned against Chen Mingsheng.
Chen Mingsheng said, "Are you tired?"
Yang Zhao shook his head and said, "No."
Chen Mingsheng said, "Let's go back after a while."
Yang Zhao took out his mobile phone from his small bag, and Chen Mingsheng said, "Call home?"
Yang Zhao didn't speak, turned on the phone, and clicked on the camera.
Chen Mingsheng was taken aback, "Take a picture?"
It was only when she took out her phone that Chen Mingsheng remembered that they hadn't taken any photos when they came out to play these few days.
Yang Zhao switched the camera to the front camera, then slowly leaned against Chen Mingsheng and lifted the phone up.
Chen Mingsheng saw the faces of the two people on the phone screen, the mountains behind, the hidden temples in the mountains, and the sky dyed red.
With a click, a photo was taken.
Yang Zhao called out the photo, and Chen Mingsheng lowered his head. The expressions of the two people in the photo are very peaceful, neither smiling happily nor showing any other expressions.
But he could still see the faint affection in the photo. He turned his eyes and found that Yang Zhao was also looking at him. He knew that she could feel it in the picture too—
That quiet, plain, unknown affection.