Thousand Islands

Chapter 40: Nuan Nuan (1)

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The sunset glow on the horizon has faded, and the water-like twilight is overflowing. The voices of swallows outside the window were no longer lively and crowded, but there were still a few swallows that did not fly away. The heartbeat gradually subsided, and they could hear their whispering and whispering, whispering softly in the night breeze.

Chen Jiajun lay down on the bed, and Ye Fei lay sideways beside him. He tilted his head, facing the tip of her nose, lazily, not wanting to open his eyes. Ye Fei fiddled with his hair and smiled at the corners of his mouth.

He stretched his hand on her waist and stroked her back with his palms, the slightly protruding butterfly bones and the delicate and smooth skin. Caress down the slightly concave midline of the back, and pats gently on the buttocks.

"Let's go, go to dinner." His voice was a little tired.

"Okay." Ye Fei ran his fingers across his cheeks and ears, and said softly, "You are getting up."

"I don't want to move." He seemed to be shameless, and his long legs came over and pressed her ankle.

"Aren't you hungry?"

"hungry."

Ye Fei remembered the conversation just now and emphasized: "I mean, I'm really hungry."

"Well, I'm really hungry."

She laughed and said, "Will you not leave then?"

"Try it. You drove the car for a long time without eating..." He rolled over and pulled Ye Fei into his arms, "I can't just lie down."

"Well, I'm not tired. I'll go buy you food." She leaned on Chen Jiajun's shoulder, poking his tough chest and arms. All right."

He gave a sullen smile: "Okay, I'll go with you... This time, let's go to the night market."

"Ok."

He put her in his arms and entangled her hands and feet: "Let me hold her for a while."

Go out from the alley and walk two or three intersections along the main street. There is an open space on the side of the road, surrounded by open-air stalls, and a dozen folding tables are placed in the middle. When the two people sat down, the running boy brought two small glasses and put down a pitcher of lemon ice water.

"What do you want to eat?" he asked.

"Any recommendation?"

"Similar to the island, there are more curries and nasi lemak."

Ye Fei glanced, "I still want to eat chicken satay, how about you?"

"I'm going to buy a bowl of noodles." Chen Jiajun got up and walked over to order a meal with the stall owner.

"You are not locals, right?" someone behind him asked in Chinese.

"Ah, we're passing by." Ye Fei turned his head, and there was a middle-aged couple with a boy and a girl at the next table. The family dressed simply and casually. "What about you, live here?" she asked.

"Yes, listening to our Chinese is not good at all." His wife laughed.

"There aren't many Chinese here, right?"

"About five percent (percent, a transliteration of percent)."

Ye Fei nodded: "It's really not much."

"I rarely see Chinese tourists... Are you from China?"

Ye Fei smiled and said, "I am, he is not."

"You didn't stay in China to watch the Olympics." Husband said, "It's really great. We saw it, and we all felt light on our faces."

"You can watch the game anywhere. Of course, it's more important for two people to come out to play." The wife shook her head.

"Don't say I don't take you out. You can go wherever you want. You like to stay with children at home." The husband laughed, "I'm so sorry, let the little girl read the joke."

"No." Ye Fei smiled and shook his head, and chatted with the two people about the itinerary from the border to Kuala Lumpur. Chen Jiajun came back, greeted the family, and sat down beside Ye Fei, with his arm on the back of the chair behind her, and joined the conversation.

The satay chicken skewers are delivered with a plate of white glutinous rice cakes, as well as cucumber and onion strips, paired with tender grilled chicken, dipped in sweet, slightly spicy, and rich peanut sauce. Ye Fei will never tire of eating.

Chen Jiajun ordered a bowl of seafood curry noodles, picked out the prawns in it, and placed it on Ye Fei's plate.

She said: "You eat, I can't finish all the rice cakes here."

"I'll help you eat it." He smiled and took a skewer of chicken, and the rice cake was dipped in the sauce with a bamboo stick.

The land is much hotter than the sea. Fortunately, the evening breeze blows by, blowing away the summer heat around. Several people chatted freely, talking about the changes in China in the past two years, talking about the local scenery and food, and then talking about children's Chinese learning. Ye Fei's heart was calm and stable. He left the dreamy and romantic island and returned to the bustling fireworks. The person beside him was still there. He seemed to have come out of a dream, but he became more and more real. This feeling made her very relieved.

Muslim women on the street wore long robes and tightly wrapped headscarves. The attire of the men is the same as in other places, and occasionally I see a few people wearing sarongs pacing leisurely. Ye Fei's attire looked like a tourist, and the people around looked over, their eyes met, and they smiled friendly at her.

The two walked side by side on the way back. Chen Jiajun had long legs and slowed down to accommodate Ye Fei's speed. She thought of Chloe and asked, "Do you know everything about Scar's house?"

He nodded: "I have known him for many years."

"Then what do you think will happen to him and Chloe?"

"I don't know." He paused, "Scar is very filial."

Ye Fei sighed: "Chloe said that if she leaves, she won't return to this island again."

Chen Jiajun didn't say a word, and took her dropped hand, and squeezed it forcefully.

Ye Fei relieved a little: "I'm very lucky, it was you who met."

He smiled softly: "Me too."

Passing by the stall selling fruit ice, Chen Jiajun stopped and asked Ye Fei: "Mango milkshake?"

"Well, don't you want it?"

"Go ahead and buy a can of beer." He replied, "I have to go to the Chinese shop."

Ye Fei pointed to the past: "There are not many Chinese people here, and there are a lot of shops. Those shops all write in Chinese."

"I will do business better."

"Boss Chen, are you complimenting yourself?" Ye Fei smiled.

"The Chinese like to talk about business and talk together." He also laughed.

She remembered: "You almost studied business at the time?"

"The wishes of the family."

"I don't like it?"

"I'm not shrewd enough to be a businessman."

Ye Fei smiled at him: "You just don't want to spend your time on this matter."

Chen Jiajun laughed: "You believe me."

"That is, how could I like a fool?"

He thoughtfully: "Well, I will."

In a small town with relatively conservative folk customs, Ye Fei resisted hitting him in full view, took the cold drink, and pressed it firmly on his arm.

When they walked downstairs to the hotel, the clerk at the front desk greeted the two with a smile. Ye Fei looked at Chen Jiajun: "It seems... I booked an extra room."

He didn't take it seriously: "The money is paid, and it can't be refunded."

"It's wasted." Ye Fei made careful calculations all the way, although he didn't dig out his own pocket, he couldn't help but sigh.

"Or..." Chen Jiajun took out the key, opened the door in no hurry, looked at Ye Fei, and then at the door across the corridor.

Ye Fei gave him a glance: "How about it?" If he dares to tease her and let her go back to sleep, she will...

She just didn't think about it, just watch him smiling and continuing: "Shall we change place?"

Ye Fei's face was hot, and he pushed him: "What's the difference, you open the door."

All her belongings were in the next room. Chen Jiajun turned over from the balcony and opened the door for her. Ye Fei didn't pack his luggage either, and brought bath towels, pajamas, and two pieces of personal clothing.

After walking all the way, the damp fume was blowing, and a layer of hot summer air was on my body. Ye Fei simply took a cold shower, sat cross-legged on the bed, sipping a mango milkshake while holding the remote control, switching over to the TV stations one by one. The hotel couldn't receive any international channels, so I tuned it around, mostly in the local language that she didn't understand.

Chen Jiajun took a laptop with him: "Find any movies you want to watch."

She glanced at them and they were all English names: "What's the recommendation?"

"Which type do you like to watch?"

"Um... animation."

"This." He opened, "Finding Nemo".

Ye Fei shook his head. Although watching this movie is particularly interesting now, she has just watched it with Bo Mai and flipped through it. There are two animations in the computer, which I also watched with Bo Mai recently. She squashed her mouth: "I've seen it all."

Chen Jiajun sat down beside her: "Jason Bourne (Matt Damon, the protagonist of "The Bourne"), have you seen it?" Ye Fei shook his head.

"The trilogy is a bit like Mission Impossible ("Mission Impossible"), but it's better." He said, clicking on the first one. The opening scene was a stormy sea. A fishing boat picked up a dying man in a diving suit. He had forgotten his identity, but he was alive and well, and he had Swiss bank account information on him.

Ye Fei didn't watch the secret agent movie very much, but the plot was smooth and tense. She watched it intently. She didn't notice the mango milkshake dripping on her body. Chen Jiajun got up to go to the bathroom and wiped it off with a wet towel. He opened the beer again, leaned on the bedside and lay down, Ye Fei found a comfortable position, leaned in his arms, and put the notebook on his lap.

She said: "When we arrive in Kuala Lumpur, let's go to the movies together. There should be a lot of new movies in the summer."

"Okay, there is a cinema in KLCC (Petronas Petronas Twin Towers)."

"I want to eat popcorn."

He looked at her like a child, and smiled: "Okay, go to the cartoons and eat popcorn."

Ye Fei asked various questions while watching.

"Do you know how to tie that kind of knot?"

"The heroine is so familiar, what else has she acted?"

"They drive a mini?"

Chen Jiajun answered one by one. In the movie, the hostess and hostess open the car from Switzerland to Paris. The heroine keeps talking all the way. The hero is silent, and she realizes that she asks awkwardly if she says too much. In the movie, Matt Damon said: "It makes me feel very relaxed." Like Chen Jiajun's answer, Ye Fei was taken aback, thinking of himself chirping all the way, laughing in his arms, and a touch of touch in his heart.

She kept leaning in his arms like this, watching attentively. Chen Jiajun just watched the three parts together not long ago. More often, the people in his arms are in the center of his eyes. It wasn't until the protagonist and heroine in the movie stayed in a small shop and the surging sentiment was brewing and fermenting. When the two kissed deeply, Ye Fei suddenly realized that he seemed to be watching too much and ignored the one next to him. Chen Jiajun didn't speak, and kept hugging her quietly. Her hands were still on people's laps, rubbing them one after another.

Ye Fei stopped and peeked at him. Chen Jiajun also lowered his eyes, raised his eyebrows with a smile, saying clearly that you finally realized it. Ye Fei didn't speak, and rubbed his arms. This time he put his hand on her lap and reached under her pajamas. Her cool, Qinqin skin gradually heated up, her breathing was a little messy, her legs trembled, and the laptop almost fell to the ground.

The movie was still playing, and there were gunshots. Chen Jiajun reached out and closed the computer, picked it up and placed it on the bedside table. The ceiling light was not turned on, only a bedside lamp was on. He turned over and covered Ye Fei. Her hair spread out, as if flying above her head. Ye Fei was afraid that this little shop would not be soundproof, so he bit his lip and frowned slightly. Chen Jiajun blocked her mouth and kissed her deeply.

This night, Ye Fei slept uncomfortably, always waking up in his arms. The old-fashioned air conditioner buzzed, she was a little cold, but Chen Jiajun's chest was warm, Ye Fei couldn't help but shrink into his arms. He pulled the sheets between half asleep and half awake, wrapping her exposed body.

"Aren't you cold?" she asked softly.

"It's not cold." He still felt that the temperature was not low enough, but the girl in front of him had shrunk, her body was cold and slippery. They hugged each other and each felt very comfortable. Her hair was rubbing against Chen Jiajun's chin, fluttering slightly. He pushed her and turned over, put his hands on her chest, his mind was sleepy, but the body was already awake.

She snorted and clutched the back of his hand: "Tomorrow you have to drive."

"Don't go, stay here for another day."

"it is good."

The morning light gradually emerged from the dark night, the stars in the sky were hidden in the pale blue and white sky, and the swallows outside the window chirped and became more and more lively. Ye Fei likes their tactful chirping sounds, which are as dense as weaving, but they don't make people feel irritable. She leaned against Chen Jiajun's arms, resting his arm, and the two of them shook their fingers. The heat he exhaled wrapped around her neck, and his legs came over and pressed her tightly, as if afraid that she would run away. It's like the night drunk.

However, she doesn't have to slip away today. Thinking of being a guilty self that morning, Ye Fei raised his mouth, touched his arm, and chuckled softly. Chen Jiajun grumbled in his throat: "What time is it?"

"It's still early, it's just dawn."

"With you, I didn't sleep well at all." He said, lowering his head, kissing Ye Fei's neck and shoulders, wrapping her cool body in his arms. Fortunately, there is one day, you can make up for it at any time.

When Ye Fei got up, he saw a faint sunlight filtering through the curtains, and vaguely heard the noise of people and cars on the street through the doors and windows. She didn't sleep much, but she didn't feel sleepy either. She went to the bathroom on tiptoe. She walked very lightly, and she felt hungry. She picked up the clothes scattered on the ground and sat on the side of the bed to tidy up. Chen Jiajun stretched out her arms, opened her hair, and touched the bikini marks across her back, with a nasal sound that didn't wake up, and laughed softly: " It really is tanned." Fingers cut off and hooked to the edge of her shorts, "here too."

Ye Fei turned around and rushed over: "Let me see you."

He grabbed the sheet and stood in front of him: "It's not as white as you."

The two of them quarreled for a while, and Ye Fei pushed him away and tied his hair together: "I'll go to 7-11 and buy some food."

"Wait for me, go to breakfast."

"You sleep a little longer, I'll go buy some yogurt." She tidied up a bit, took her wallet and went downstairs, and bought some snacks at the supermarket across the street. When I came back, I saw two people's cars parked on the side of the street. The police posted a note. She couldn't understand the crooked characters on it, but the numbers on the meter kept flickering. Ye Fei grabbed a handful of coins, threw them in one by one, and took the ticket back.

Back in the room, Chen Jiajun also got up. He listened to Ye Fei's explanation and laughed at her too honestly: "Just put the ticket on it. Be careful and get another one later."

"Then I put it back?"

"No, anyway, I will cross the border tomorrow. I'll open it and I'll talk when I come back." He turned on the computer, checked the hotel in Kuala Lumpur, and looked at Ye Fei narrowly. "Do you want two rooms?"

It is inevitable to be pinched and shaken vigorously.

Chen Jiajun answered some comments from customers and future students on Facebook. Yanes, Jenny, Lien and others have all arrived at the new island and have started teaching. They marked Chen Jiajun and the others in Qiandian on the photos, and he asked Ye Fei to look at the photos.

Ye Fei held the computer, flattened her mouth, and glanced at him: "You added them, but you didn't add me."

Chen Jiajun got up to wash, and replied faintly: "Usually you don't use it much. You can add yourself."

Ye Fei pursed his lips, feeling sweet in his heart, searched for his name, sent a friend request, then re-logged in to his account, and clicked on consent.

Opening the interface of Chen Jiajun, his own updates are few, but there are still many photos of him marked by students and customers. The latest status is just added.

He wrote: Watched my all-time favorite movies the Bourne Trilogy...feeling young but not dangerous. Yes, several people commented that they also liked the Byrne series, and recommended other movies of the same type.

Ye Fei was embarrassed, looked at the words young but not dangerous, and said, "What are you writing, dangerous."

Chen Jiajun poked his head out of the bathroom: "Young and Dangerous is a Hong Kong movie, what do you think I wrote?" Ye Fei quickly searched, and it turned out to be "Young and Dangerous". Glancing at Chen Jiajun, he raised his eyebrows and smiled triumphantly.