After dinner, Chen Jiajun went to the surf school to pick up the car. He drove a black Dodge Ram pickup truck, typical American style, rough and tough. The air was cool and dry at night, and a rising moon hung in the sky just ahead of the road, bright and clear, and the shadow of the crater was clearly visible.
"Today's moon is so beautiful." Ye Fei admired.
"It has always been so beautiful." Chen Jiajun looked at her with a smile, "Unfortunately, I don't see it every day."
Taking Ye Fei's luggage from the neighbor's house, Chen Jiajun opened the door, facing the living room, passing through to the spacious open kitchen, the interior decoration is mainly brown and gray, simple and neat. Ye Fei stood on the porch and took off his shoes: "I suddenly realized that this is the first time I have been to where you live. I have never been on the island before."
Chen Jiajun carried her suitcase to the sofa: "Come on, then, don't stand at the door."
She tilted her head: "I'm thinking, am I the first girl to come here."
"Of course... No. Friends often come to see me and eat together." He took Ye Fei's hand, "However, there are some rooms that no one else has visited. Would you like to see it? Leave it to you, girlfriend Privileges."
Ye Fei stood still, but she was actually shy in her heart.
Chen Jiajun smiled: "Should I carry you on my back or carry you up?"
"Remember that I am your girlfriend now?" Ye Fei pursed his lips. "You still wanted to let me go. If it wasn't for me to insist, would you still be your girlfriend? Every time I think of you so cruel, I think Wohuo. I was at the beach just now, I thought, there are so many handsome guys in this world, and I'll leave with others."
Chen Jiajun supported the locker behind her, wrapped Ye Fei in his arms, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Have you found other handsome guys so soon?"
"Well, of course."
"Is it cooler than me?"
Ye Fei smiled, and looked at him closely: "The style is different, the handsomeness is about the same."
"Then me, what's your chance of winning, eh?" He leaned closer, staring into her eyes.
Ye Fei's thumb and forefinger were almost pinched together: "That's all."
Chen Jiajun laughed sullenly: "It's a pity that it's too late, you can't get out of this door." He reached out and locked the door, holding Ye Fei's waist. She smiled and wanted to tease, and as soon as she spoke, he kissed deeply. She fell into Chen Jiajun's arms and felt his arms tighten tightly. The hot lips fell from the lips to the neck again, along the fine silver necklace, and kissed her on the collarbone.
"It's still this necklace." He smiled.
"The necklace went to the silver shop to wash it twice." Ye Fei replied, "I was afraid that the cord of the chain would be worn out, so I kept it away and put it on when I came here."
Chen Jiajun pecked her lips: "Now what? Do you remember the handsome guy on the beach?"
"Probably, a little bit." Ye Fei was wrong.
Chen Jiajun squinted his eyes and looked at her with the corner of his mouth: "Did anyone tell you that going to his house alone with a man who has an interest in you is a very dangerous thing?"
"Who has the intention? Why don't I know?" Ye Fei pretended to be confused, "Isn't this person trying to drive me away, eh?"
"You really hold a grudge." Chen Jiajun blocked her against the wall and pressed her body tightly, "Do you know it now?"
Ye Feiran turned his head slightly sideburns and palms on his chest. What he touched was the tough and firm muscles under the T-shirt: "It seems that your figure is better than before..." Her face was hot. Murmured.
"Well, I have to practice for several hours a day during rehabilitation, and now I also go to the gym regularly. I want to get better soon."
Ye Fei's palm was on his chest, and he wanted to say, let me see the results of your practice, but I was too timid to speak. Chen Jiajun seemed to see through her thoughts, with a deep smile in her voice: "Long time no see, you have become shy."
Ye Fei blushed: "So are you."
"I didn't." Before the words fell, he reached out and picked up Ye Fei and hugged her sideways in front of him. "It seems that we need to get to know each other again."
"I'll go by myself. Are you all right?" She was worried, and she was ashamed.
Chen Jiajun raised his eyebrows and raised the corners of his lips: "It should be, and there is no chance to verify it."
Ye Fei embraced his neck, buried his head in front of his chest, his ears buzzed, he was cautiously nervous, and full of hope and expectation. Hearing Chen Jiajun's powerful heartbeat, his speed was getting faster and faster. As he walked up a short dozen or so stairs, his breathing became rapid.
"It's okay..." Ye Fei didn't finish her words, and his body fell. She let out a soft cry and fell onto the comfortable and spacious bed. He turned on the lamp, and the bedding was not the brown in the living room, but a light grayish blue.
The breath in the air became cordial. Ye Fei whispered: "So familiar."
"Ok?"
"This color, early in the morning, the sea when it is foggy."
"Yes, the color of the sea." He smiled knowingly and lowered his head to kiss. Ye Fei encircled his neck and shoulders and responded eagerly. The mist was so full that she seemed to fall into the vast ocean, melting between the gray and blue.
Breathing gradually calmed down, Ye Fei pillowed on Chen Jiajun's chest, flicking his fingers lightly, and his heart was very relieved and peaceful. He lowered his head and kissed her heart and forehead, and rubbed her shoulders: "My girlfriend is better than I thought."
"I'm also taking exercise seriously, and I will also eat well." She said dullly, "I promised you that I will take care of myself and not worry you."
"Good job." Chen Jiajun smiled, "It's just becoming reserved. You didn't have this style before."
"I was a little nervous when we first met, but now it's better." Ye Fei rolled over and lay on his chest, raised his head and smiled, "There is a little benefit of being separated for a while, that is, I feel like I have a new boyfriend and have another relationship."
He couldn't help but smile, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Have you earned it?"
"Yup."
"Then, parting after a while? A friend happened to ask me to go to Mexico."
Ye Fei was nervous, half propped up, his eyes rounded: "No. Don't leave me!"
"Well, I am teasing you."
"You can't make fun of me, my heart is up to my throat."
"Who just said it's fine to separate."
"Isn't that a last resort? As soon as you said to separate, I thought of you sitting in a wheelchair and sternly saying that you would break up..." Ye Fei was aggrieved, and his nose was sore. "Do you know... I was really scared at that time."
"I know." Chen Jiajun put her in his arms, kissed her on the forehead, and said softly, "I'm sorry."
Her nose was a bit blocked, with an urn voice: "I'm actually not that brave. I've always been scared, afraid I won't see you in the future."
"I know, I know it when the plane takes off. I think you must be lying at the window, crying secretly by yourself."
"Then you didn't make a phone call when you first arrived in the United States to comfort me?"
"I don't know what it will be like in the future. I don't want you to miss me too much. If it doesn't get better, you will be sad."
"Do you think I was not sad before?" Ye Fei flattened his mouth.
Her eyes were moist, her mouth drooped, and her grievances and sadness made her feel pity, and she fell heavily on her chest. Chen Jiajun couldn't help turning his head and wanted to kiss her. Ye Fei covered his mouth and said angrily: "Also, you're all fine, don't go to see me. Just wait for me to come to America to find you!"
"There is one more thing to do. And, I didn't say that I can't see you." He patted Ye Fei on the back, "Show you something, in the first drawer on the right hand side of the desk."
Ye Fei put on his T-shirt and walked to the study room in the cubicle. Pulling open the drawer, there is a large book and a few paintbrushes, on which are placed his passport. She turned on the lamp, turned page after page, and smiled when she saw Chen Jiajun's visa when she went to Beijing last time. Continuing to turn it over, two pages later, it is a brand new Chinese visa.
Chen Jiajun came over and sat down next to Ye Fei. The chair was not spacious enough, and he simply hugged her in his arms: "I always remember the two-year appointment with you. Your first US visa application was rejected, the next day I went to the Chinese Consulate..."
Ye Fei was satisfied: "It's pretty much the same."
"If I go to Beijing again, can I not stay in the hotel?"
"The house I rent is not big, and the layout is very simple."
"It's okay, it's enough to have you." He closed the arm around Ye Fei, "Now, can I continue to kiss my girlfriend?"
Ye Fei was sweet in his heart and embraced his neck and kissed him.
The two embraced and cuddled together, happy and peaceful in their hearts. Chen Jiajun said: "It's been hard on the road, let's sleep a while."
Ye Fei shook her head: "I can't bear it." She looked at the cork board in front of her, with a printed calendar pinned to it, daily training and diet plans, except for the postcards and photos she sent, layer by layer , She held the white cat in a conspicuous position, and she could see it when she raised her head. "I see a notebook in the drawer. Did you draw anything?"
Chen Jiajun replied: "You can see for yourself."
The book spread out is a painting, some of which are written in smooth and beautiful English in the blank space. Ye Fei carefully identified it, and the content was very familiar. They were all the scenes she had described in the column "A Thousand Island Spirits" and were translated by him.
Chen Jiajun said frankly: "My Chinese is ugly."
Ye Fei read it with a smile. She wrote about coconut grove terraces, and he drew coconut grove terraces, as well as the lofty mountains in the distance; when she wrote about teenagers walking on the beach, he drew teenagers rolling high fisherman pants and leaping towards the waves.
"Every time I read your article, I feel like I'm back on the island again." He said softly, "Although my Chinese is not good enough, I can understand your mood."
Ye Fei sighed in his heart, and put his head to his head: "Every time I go to an island, I feel closer to you."
Chen Jiajun smiled: "This is the world in your eyes, but I prefer to watch you write your own dreams."
"Before the eruption of the volcano, the sound of lava surging was like the sound of a whale's long screaming. This island was created by it, and now it is about to be recovered. It shook its back, spewing out some smoke, and frightened people fled in all directions. Whales Only then did he wobble his tail and continue to swim forward. Not every volcanic island has such a kind whale."
"The shadow of the moon fell on the bottom of the sea, and that piece of sea water condensed together and turned into colored glaze under the surface of the sea. Legend has it that islanders could live underwater for a day and a night or more, but then they didn’t know what to do. Born to be a child of the sea, coming from the Moon of Glazed Glass, the soul will return there."
She also wrote about the fireflies in the sea at night; the hollow islands sound like an organ, and the pirate treasures buried deep in the underwater caves can only be reached by mermaids; the ocean currents between the islands are swift, like a deep blue canal. ; Thousands of adult fish turn into smoke after spawning, and rebirth in the fog.
In the painting book, the ideas in her mind are truly presented in his pen. No matter how far away, he can understand her intentions, because in his eyes and in his heart, he has the same world as hers.
Chen Jiajun said frankly: "Whenever I see these, I feel that it is correct to not trap you by my side."
Ye Fei's vision was blurred: "If there is no you, what is the meaning of these? In fact, the dream I want to realize the most is to be with you." She traced his eyebrows, nose, and jaw with her fingers, clearly and profoundly. The outline of, emerging from the dream, is so real that people can't believe it, "Let's never separate again," Ye Fei choked up, "Never separate again."
Chen Jiajun held her neck, rubbed her fingers into her long hair, kissed her eyes and lips, warm and lingering, and didn't feel bored in any way, as if trying to make up for the wasted two years.