During the Snowstorm

Chapter 25: you in the story (2)

Chapter 25: you in the story (2)

He didn't leave. He found a place downstairs outside the hotel gate. After seeing Yin Guo's WeChat reply, he just wanted to smoke.

But not on him.

Several travelers outside the hotel were also smoking beside the trash can. He walked over and politely borrowed a cigarette. Pure white paper, flammable and wrapped in brown tobacco, is the best thing to calm down. His smoking gesture is very sophisticated, anyone who sees it will think he is an old smoker, but he has really quit for many years.

Last time, it was downstairs in the New York apartment, with Chen Anan, for what?

Also because of Yin Guo.

This time, it was also because of Yin Guo. In the time of a cigarette, he figured out what he was going to do. It is not worthwhile to be separated for more than six hours every time, and as far as he knows about himself, he is afraid that if he is away for more than six hours, he will not be able to do anything serious, and he will think of her.

It's better than going upstairs.

Lin Yiyang put the watch on the cupboard at the entrance. The black metal bracelet, dial, and hands were adjusted according to him, and it was running at 7:01.

He picked up Yin Guo, and Yin Guo suddenly lifted his feet off the ground and wrapped his arms around his neck reflexively.

He felt Lin Yiyang's left hand on his waist and his right hand on his thigh: "Come up," he said.

Yin Guo tried her best to go up a little and hugged him, her heart was beating like crazy.

for this man.

Lin Yiyang originally wanted to carry her into the room, but her hair pulled her to the side.

After Yin Guo took a shower, she blew her hair, but she didn't tie it, it was all loose, scattered behind her back, by her shoulders, and by her face. It turned out that the girl was so fragrant because of the psychological effect he liked, or the extra addition of shampoo and body wash. He didn't want to delve into it, but he just didn't want to go to the room, and he didn't want to leave for one more step.

He put her on the tea cabinet, lowered his head, looked for Yin Guo's face, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Why is it so fragrant?"

"...Just after taking a shower, before going to bed." The way he praised people was too direct, like teasing.

He laughed.

Hot, with a hint of cigarette smell, fell on her forehead.

"You go-" she wanted to say, she's all grown up, doesn't she know that girls are fragrant after taking a bath?

"What in the past?"

He turned his head, wanting to kiss her.

But Chi Chi was on her lips, no more than one centimeter apart, and she never moved.

Yin Guo couldn't help pursing his lips, his heart was floating.

Like in the water, the buoyancy is not enough, if you want to sink, you can't sink, if you want to float...you can't float.

He was actually observing her subtle expressions, slowly, changing directions, as if looking for the best kissing position.

He asked again, "Don't tell me?"

This is a trap.

Waiting for her to open her mouth, waiting for her to speak.

Yin Guo was fooled. As soon as she opened her mouth, Lin Yiyang kissed her directly.

There was absolutely no room for her to breathe, neither did he himself, it was an intimacy without oxygen. Yin Guo's tongue was numb from his kiss, and he kept trying to inhale through his nose, but the effect was minimal, and the air in the room was swept away and taken away.

The last trace of oxygen was exhausted, and her fingernails were pinched on his shoulders, as if she had been let go, and she seemed to be still kissing.

He saw her eyes were red, and he didn't look back at himself.

He kissed her forehead.

Who still remembers the past, she couldn't move her mind.

I don't want to think anymore.

Slowly, she gasped for a while, leaning her head against the cabinet, looking at him.

Lin Yiyang did the same, looking at her, the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously.

"What are you laughing at?" she murmured.

"Why are you so good-looking," Lin Yiyang replied, "how did you give birth."

rhetoric.

But she seemed to see how her heart was melted by him...

in front of him.

"A lot of people chasing you?" he asked. "It's so pretty, there should be a lot."

She shook her head: "My brother has a lot of younger brothers in our school. In junior high school, he would let them go and not let anyone chase me. My junior and senior high school were together, and there were few boys who dared to talk to me."

Then he should really thank Meng Xiaodong.

"Only one time, I was called to the office inexplicably. The repeaters in our class wrote my name on the back of the school uniform. I didn't know it at all. When Yin Guo mentioned this, he wanted to laugh, "My head teacher is a fan of my brother, and I doubt whether she did it on purpose."

Lin Yiyang listened and imagined this scene.

I was thinking that if he knew Yin Guo at that time, it would not be so simple, and he could take that kid out and beat him.

"Later my brother came back and told me that he looked at the class photo and said to the head teacher, 'It's impossible to be with this person, my sister has no good taste, she only likes handsome ones'."

He thought about it, he looked good, or he really wasn't sure about chasing her.

Yin Guo was happy to talk, and relaxed more and more.

After taking a bath, she changed into a loose short-sleeved top and pure cotton sports shorts. Her snow-white legs were all exposed, and she kept adjusting her position in front of him, trying to find a comfortable sitting position. .

She was ignorant, talking and laughing, not knowing how tempting a girl was in front of her boyfriend.

Sight, smell, and hearing are all occupied by her.

Need to say something, divert your attention. he thinks.

"I graduated from No. 7 High School." He also talked about high school.

Yin Guo was surprised: "It's only five minutes away from our school, and you can walk there. At that time, outside the gate of our school, there were only hooligans, those from your No. 7 middle school."

He was noncommittal. Not surprisingly, his high school was a well-known rogue school in the district.

"Tell me more," she stretched out her arms, wrapped her arms around him again, and leaned against him, "want to hear."

The girl's breath was in her ears, her face, and the softness in front of her.

Lin Yiyang let her hold him and put her face on it: "What do you want to hear?"

"Your past."

"What in the past?" he asked again.

Yin Guo was suddenly afraid that he would poke into his sadness, so he changed his words: "It's okay to say something else, for example, your major."

"I've said it earlier, just ask what you want to know," he whispered. "I can tell you everything I know, and I can't say enough."

In simple words, because of his tone, it was covered with a warm color that seemed to be absent.

If a person's voice can have color, now his voice is on the vast highway, in the middle of the night, the color of the light of the motel that is encountered by the roadside: warm, dark, and the color of the night.

In the next hour, Lin Yiyang told her a lot.

There are memories of childhood, about the homeland on the other side of the coast, and in the end, about his parents.

"My parents went together. On a business trip, there was a car accident on the highway," Lin Yiyang said calmly, "Both of them are in the same automobile group, my father is in the sales department, and my mother is in the financial department. She had been taking me and my brother at home, but suddenly that year, she insisted on going on a business trip with my dad. Later, I learned that it was she who noticed the signs of my dad's derailment and wanted to watch him. Unexpectedly, they finally left together. "

He paused, then said, "When I grew up, I found the other side of the matter when I picked up their belongings. In fact, the reason why my dad traveled for a long time was because he found out about my mother's affair."

She can't comfort people, every time her friends are sad, she will only accompany them dryly, handing delicious food and napkins, but she can't say nice words, and say something soothing: "If you can say it, you should let it go. ,Is it right?"

He replied flatly: "Yes, it's over."

All the stories of the previous generation have already been written to the end of the play and to the curtain call.

"Do you still believe in marriage?" she tried to chat.

After asking, he found that Lin Yiyang raised his eyes slightly, looking at himself.

"I want to comfort you," she explained to herself, "don't overthink it, don't misinterpret it."

"What do you think I'm thinking?"

Yin Guo didn't say a word.

"Believe," he answered her question after looking at her for a while, "I believe in myself."

I have seen enough **** life, and I have also experienced several rounds of ups and downs. The youth struggled, reached the top, won the national championship, and started all over again after the age of sixteen. Sixteen years old is the beginning stage of many people's lives, and he has already experienced a round of peaks and valleys. Now 27 years old, I can see more clearly what I want in life.

"What more do you want to ask?" he said.

"No, I don't want to ask anymore," she shook her head and hugged him, "I was sleeping just now and was woken up by you, and I'm still sleepy."

Yin Guo originally wanted to ask him why he left Dongxincheng, but now he doesn't want to.

Don't want to ask anything.

If you can say a hundred sentences with no nutrition, talking to him is not a waste of life.

She even felt that counting one, two, three with him was more interesting than watching a blockbuster movie.

But now she is so caught up in the story of his parents that she doesn't want to say a word, and doesn't want him to feel a little sad.

Lin Yiyang felt the curve in front of his girlfriend once again. It can be said that... she has a figure that makes his blood flow. Lin Yiyang was hugged by her one after another, and he couldn't hide, but he didn't want to.

In a private space, he is holding his real girlfriend, there is nothing to hide.

"I'll take you to sleep," he said.

"Ok."

He picked up Yin Guo, entered the room from the porch, hugged her in front of him, and went directly to the bed together.

The slippers she was wearing fell on the carpet long ago, and Lin Yiyang's coat also fell on the carpet at the door... He pushed the snow-white quilt aside and took off his shoes.

Yin Guo rolled in the sheets with him.

Both were short-sleeved, arms next to each other. She was wearing shorts, he was jeans, the rough stripes of Danny's denim rubbing against her legs and ankles, soft and rough.

Lin Yiyang was kissing all the places he wanted and could kiss across the pure cotton fabric.

Yin Guo felt that she was going crazy. This man just used the simplest and most common actions to completely sink her into a situation where she was deeply needed and extremely needed by him.

She has heard people around her describe countless times that all first loves are crazy, because all are the first time, no skills, no experience, desire for emotions, desire for the opposite sex, and zero understanding of each other's body.

When facing the person they like, girls are no less curious about **** and body structure than men.

For example, at this moment.

Lin Yiyang was sucking her lips again and again, she raised her head and lay flat on the bed. The two of them were so tired that they wore clothes and hugged and kissed on the bed for more than three hours. The blood and nerves all over their bodies were screaming "so tired, so sleepy", but they were reluctant to end it. .

She thought in a daze, hugged his waist, and suddenly wanted to touch his body.

Bare, unclothed upper body, back.

The man on him stopped and looked at her face, he wanted to take off her shirt, wanted to take a look, and wanted to sleep with her in his arms.

In view of the fact that he tried twice in the middle and was avoided by her with a smile, Yin Guo certainly knew what his eyes meant, and she also stopped to speak, her throat was itchy, and she couldn't help clearing her throat.

The room was quiet.

After a few seconds

"...don't want that." Her voice was barely audible.

Not ready yet.

"No," he told her, holding her neck, "want to see."

After kissing for several hours, he was mobilized by the intimate interaction. Now his every move, every word and deed is no longer restrained, and he has returned to the true state of a man, completely and completely undisguised and unadorned. Just a man who wants to take a closer look at his girlfriend.

Yin Guo's throat was dry, her head was dizzy, and her head was burned out: "Girls are all the same, and they look the same."

Her neck was all red, and so were her ears.

"I don't know if there is a difference," he said. "I haven't seen it."

Yin Guo struggled for a while, then retorted in a low voice, "I haven't seen it either."

The intention was to dispel his thoughts.

I didn't expect this man to be a fake rogue...

Lin Yiyang propped up his arms and sat up from her side, without a word of nonsense, he took off the short sleeve hem with both hands and took it off. After taking off, he threw his clothes on the pillow and leaned down.

Next to her face, he whispered to her, "Come on, take a good look."

Because the elbow was pressed against her side, supporting her arm, the muscles on that arm were naturally exposed. There is no excess fat on the upper body, the waistlines on both sides are beautifully drawn, and the mermaid line can also be seen...

Yin Guo's eyes slid down the mermaid line, and the rest of his body stopped at the edge of the jeans at the end of the front zipper. It turns out that he has more than one tattoo. On the top of the mermaid line, there is an abstract design pattern.

It is a compass without a dial.

Only half of it can be seen, the rest is obscured by jeans.

Yin Guo couldn't help observing the tattoo: "Is there no pointer?" She pointed to the tattoo on his waist.

Only the direction signs and background pattern, where is the pointer?

"Here," he said.

Lin Yiyang's right hand, with his index and middle fingers together, roughly circled a position under his belt, below the mermaid line. The attitude is clear: if you want to see it, I will show it to you.