During the Snowstorm

Alcohol can make your high point soar, and wake up to make you go down, starting from physical function, can't keep up, and is hollowed out. The sun is so hot that people can't fully open their eyes.

Including the girl in front of her, she couldn't see clearly.

"Do you know how much you drank?" she was saying next to her, "almost two bottles, more than 40 degrees of alcohol. We gave you three antidote."

Lin Yiyang was thirsty and his throat was dry.

He was telling her common sense, silly girl, who doesn't understand anything.

"I know...but there's nothing I can do."

Moreover, I vomited all the anti-drinking medicines three times, and didn't take it at all.

Afterwards, everyone discussed that, if it doesn't work, if he still feels uncomfortable after seeing him in the morning, he will be sent to the hospital. Fortunately, Lin Yiyang has a huge amount, and such a large amount of spirits can be consumed by himself. The brothers poured him water again and again, for fear of burning him.

Yin Guo was full of distress and unhappiness. When he went to the game, Meng Xiaodong woke up first, looked at Yin Guo and said, "I guess I can play well today." He watched Yin Guo grow up and knew that the more upset she was before the game, the more stimulated she was, the better she could play, like a rebellious mentality.

Sure enough, she and another senior sister joined hands and successfully reached the top four.

"Remember taking a shower yourself?" She raised her arms and looked at him.

He shook his head, was lying to her, actually remember.

"Then you don't remember eating noodles?" She still fed them in one mouthful.

He still shook his head, slightly, sitting higher.

The upper part of the body was a shirt, but all the buttons were twisted open. Yin Guo was afraid that he would not sleep well and unbuttoned them one by one. The quilt slipped from the collarbone to the waist and abdomen.

There was an unopened bottle of water behind the lamp on the bedside table. He copied it over, twisted it open, and took a big mouthful. The body is too thirsty for water, and can really feel a cool stream of water flowing down from the throat, which is entering the stomach, more like infiltrating the internal organs.

People are recovering.

In fact, this is nothing. When he went to the west in China, the most ferocious thing was the horse-riding wine and the dismounting wine given by others. The spirits were so ferocious that he almost thought he was drinking pure alcohol. There is also beer puree that is abundant in the motherland, which is easy to import and easier to get drunk, which is many times more powerful than these foreign wines.

This time, he drank "sad wine". He expected to pour it, and was afraid that it would not be too bad and would not be completely drunk, so he went back to the room and drank all the bottoms of the remaining bottles.

People can't drink sad wine all the time.

Are living today, waiting for tomorrow. It was useless to throw it away yesterday.

Putting the mineral water bottle back, the girl in front of her didn't know what the **** was going on.

He waited to hear.

"Then... do you remember what we did?" Yin Guo asked.

She said this with a guilty conscience, wanting to say that Lin Yiyang, you are drunk and disorderly. But in the end, he was thin-skinned, and the joke didn't work out for a long time. Instead, the room fell into an unnerving silence.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

The man's hand, whether it is the pulp or the edge of the finger, is much rougher than the girl's, and is stroking her lips: "Tell me."

I still remember when I first met, he called her and his cousin "children" to Wu Wei and outsiders. He never floated in the society, and he looked at people with a clear look in his eyes, little girl, little girl. girl.

He was unbuckling the belt, and the zipper of his trousers was sliding.

Lin Yiyang grabbed her wrist and dragged her left hand under the quilt. Adrenaline is soaring, what I touch is the fabric of trousers, and the fabric above is pure cotton...

She panicked: "Just kidding."

Lin Yiyang took her small hand and clasped her fingers: "Did Jiang Yang and the others talk nonsense later?"

"No...nothing."

The heart is swelling wildly, pounding the eardrums. The first time you see the flower arm in the apartment, you should be conscious, this is a beast wrapped under the skin of a gentleman.

The conversation is still going on, completely led by Lin Yiyang—

"What day is it today?"

"Sunday, noon."

"The game is over?"

"Morning... it's over."

The two-week U.S. Nine-Ball Open is over. The Chinese team has achieved remarkable results. The women's team won silver and bronze medals, and the men's team also achieved impressive results. Nine-ball is a women's event, and she won the silver medal, which is the best result of the Chinese players in the women's group. But she was completely out of mind when he asked about it in this situation.

Just thought, hurry up, come out...

When the room is quiet to a certain extent, when people concentrate a little, they will hear a lot of noises that they usually can't pay attention to: such as the lightness of his breathing, the rhythm, his own, and the cloth rubbing against the quilt.

And he finally said: Come here and kiss me.

Like being hit by Gu, she leaned over, and before he could touch his lips, he was already clasped behind his head with one hand and kissed him heavily. A strong muscle tightening in the arm, the smell of male hormones, strange, filled the room.

The window was open a crack, and there was no wind.

The sun was hot today, and it was shining on her back through the glass, making people sad.

Yin Guo was panting slightly, looking at him, as if she was collapsed by the sun behind her...

Lin Yiyang's throat rolled gently. For the first time, he didn't quench his thirst, and wanted to hug her even more.

He whispered: Don't wash your hands yet.

Let go of her.

Yin Guo entered the bathroom at a sprint speed of 100 meters, and slapped every inch of the skin on his hands with a small square of gift soap, still thinking about how stupid he was to make up such a nonsense. Don't pick him up.

Milky white foam squeezed between her fingers, she rubbed and rubbed...

rub, rub...

Lin Yiyang went into the bathroom with clean and fresh clothes. Yin Guo didn't even have the courage to look at him in the mirror, so he threw the soap into the ceramic box and ran away. She didn't notice that the soap rolled into the pool, and it was Lin Yiyang who fished it out.

Lin Yiyang came out wearing jeans, pulled the white slippers of the hotel, came over, and sat down next to her, at most on the edge of the sofa. I thought it would be good to take a bath, and I wanted to take her to bed.

Especially when she looked down and saw that her bare feet were resting on the edge of the sofa, and her toenails were well trimmed...

"Take a break and show you the sunset," he said.

"Sunset?" It's still noon, what kind of sunrise to see?

"Yes, sunset, go to Hawaii." He went to clean up the dirty shirts and trousers in the bathroom, packed them into a ball, and stuffed them into a paper bag in the hotel, ready to send them to the lobby for dry cleaning, and then pick them up when he came back.

Hawaii?

Obviously, Lin Yiyang made arrangements long before watching the game.

Ask Meng Xiaotian to ask for Yin Guo's passport information, book air tickets and hotels, and wait for the end of the game.

He wanted to take Yinguo to the Big Island to see the active volcano of Kilauea, to see the seawater and lava in the core of the Pacific Ocean, to stand on a volcano that had a warning of eruption at any time, and to sleep in a tent in a place filled with the breath of death. Watch the sunset and the galaxy.

He didn't want to waste the three days countdown. It happens that Yin Guo is in the United States, which is very convenient.

So at the beginning of April when Yin Guo won the silver medal, after receiving the medal, he followed Lin Yiyang on a long-distance flight from the city where he was located. After transferring in the middle, after more than ten hours of flight and rest, it was equivalent to the time and distance of returning to China. …

At 5:46 in the morning on Monday, Yin Guo got out of the cabin door, followed the passengers down the long escalator, and finally stood where Lin Yiyang wanted her to come.

The two did not bring any bulky luggage, just let her bring heavy winter clothes. The two got off the plane, and it was just dawn. Yin Guo was pulling his backpack, and when he was taking him out with the crowd, no one remembered it.

Zheng Yi's WeChat is still lagging behind asking questions about the previous city.

Zheng Yi: Are you sober?

Xiaoguo: Hmm.

Zheng Yi: Are you alive?

Xiaoguo: …

Zheng Yi: When you buy condoms, do you want to buy **** products on your behalf?

Xiaoguo: Don't worry...

Zheng Yi: Urgent, thank you.

Xiaoguo: Didn't you say that the faster you sleep, the faster you throw.

Zheng Yi: Later, I thought about it, I still have to insist on sleeping when I meet the best. If the world falls apart tomorrow, we can't suffer from this boring loss.

Xiaoguo: I just got off the plane and can't sleep.

Zheng Yi: ? ? ? ?

Xiaoguo: He took me to watch the sunset.

Zheng Yi: ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

Zheng Yi: Does he have any brothers? I can't do it, my sister.

Xiaoguo: There are quite a few...I have the opportunity to introduce you.

When he came out, he rented a dark gray car near the airport exit, stuffed Yin Guo into the car, opened the navigation, and went straight to the hotel to check in first. On the left is the ground where black volcanic ash is attached, on the right, and the road ahead, with no end in sight.

In the orange-red sunlight, she slowly dozed off while listening to the English navigation. When she woke up again, she was awakened by the rain hitting the glass. She turned her head to the other side and asked in a soft voice, "How long have you been driving?"

"Twenty minutes, you can go back to sleep," he said.

When Lin Yiyang was driving, he was used to steering the steering wheel with his right hand and one hand. On the outside of his arm, the whole nebula map was very complicated and beautiful. She asked once in the apartment and said that a friend she knew had done it three times.

She stared for a while and rubbed her eyes to make her vision clearer. From the driver's window, she saw a large handful of red flowers or red grass appearing on the black and wild land. .

Like a dream.

This man, when she saw him at the airport last night propped up on a half-human-high machine with one hand, when she checked in for the boarding pass, she was thinking, is he dreaming? From the day of the snowstorm all over the city, she had a long and incredible dream. A man named Lin Yiyang pushed open the wooden door and put his hands on the rough, old metal handle. Snow was all over his body and hat.

That day was the end of January.

…

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and it was foggy, and it was impossible to see the road ahead.

"Let's talk about something, I'm afraid you'll be sleepy driving." She said softly.

The navigation is prompting, all the way forward. Of course, there is no fork in the road here at all.

Yin Guo looked at his driving hand and the slender fingers holding the steering wheel, thinking of him clasping the back of his hand and inserting his fingers between her fingers, thinking of the soft white quilt, thinking of what flowed through the two of them clenched tightly. fingers and back of hand.

"Can I park here?" she asked.

She saw a sign of magma runoff on the side of the road and a few cars parked next to the underground hole, so there should be no problem. This island is originally a lot of people who want to travel by car, and should be able to stop and rest at any time.

Lin Yiyang stepped on the brakes, and the car smoothly turned into a safe roadside highland. It was a place that seemed to be covered in black volcanic ash and barren, but clumps of grass stubbornly emerged from the side of the road, from any ground that could get out.

The car didn't turn off, the engine vibrated slightly.

"Go down to see the magma landform, and you can also see the volcanic flowers." He pressed the seat belt buckle with his thumb, released the safety restraint, and the black belt snapped back into his red shell. Retracted back, as if to not get in the way of the two of them.

"I want to chat with you."

"What to talk about." He leaned over and unbuckled her seat belt.

The seat was being adjusted slowly and was reclining backwards, and the heat he exhaled beside her face: "Adult, or pure?"

After the two left the hotel, they were always on the road. There was never a quiet and uninterrupted private space on the plane or in the airport. When there is contact with the body, kissing can no longer satisfy people's hearts, the unstoppable freshness, and the uneasy desire for understanding.

He didn't seem to have kissed himself for more than ten hours.

"You yesterday..." Yin Guo looked at him and asked in a low voice: Are you comfortable?

I'm really curious, what's the difference between me and myself?

She scratched at his neckline, and she made a layer of small pleats on the cotton, gathered at the fingertips, and then spread out.

The rain was hitting the roof of the car, like it was about to penetrate.

I don't know who this car belongs to, who has been in it, only today and tomorrow belong to them.

He answered happily: "Comfortable."

"What's the difference with myself?" When the first adult question was asked, it was much easier afterward.

"Come with me?" He was thinking about the difference, the movements were similar, and it was more psychological satisfaction. Looking at her face at that time would concretize all the emptiness of the past, it was all her.

"It's hard to say," he smiled, avoiding an answer that would satisfy her. "Almost."

Yin Guo finally satisfied a small part of his thirst for knowledge, but he was a little frustrated. "It's not easy to say" and "about the same", it was not a waste of hard work. Of course, in fact, she didn't do much, she was all brought by him.

She began to think about it again: "If it was someone else, would it be similar?"

Lin Yiyang drank too much and asked that sentence, which was very similar to what she had imagined in her heart. She also wanted to ask, Lin Yiyang, after you were with me, did you feel that I was not in line with what you imagined, and would it gradually lose its freshness.

A sincere first love is tormenting. Wholeheartedness and worrying about gains and losses coexist. You don’t know how to give before you experience it, and you won’t give it like this after you experience it.

"With someone else?" An unexpected dialogue trended.

…

Lin Yiyang fastened her seat belt again.

Holding the steering wheel in his right hand, he turned the car into the highway amid the sound of rain that was suddenly big and small, and he glanced at her and said with a teasing: "Little girl, tell me the truth, what do you think of me? Now, can anyone come up and touch it twice?"