summer fireworks

The rain fell patter all night.At first, it was just small raindrops, floating in the air, falling on the window lattice, staining the withered lawn with a layer of moisture, then, the rain gradually became heavier, wet the glass windows, and left strands of traces .

Yan Shu opened the curtains made of cotton lace, and outside the window was a pitch-black night, and nothing could be seen, only a lonely street lamp emitting dots of light, which was white and did not look warm at all.

Yan Shu took a look, then drew the curtains.She stuck out her tongue quietly, and said to herself: Fortunately, I am not alone.

In such a night, it is too bitter to stay alone. The TV is playing a lively family carnival program, but it has nothing to do with me. The heating is on in the room, but the autumn wind cannot be blown away. uncomfortable.

Yan Shu quietly moved to the door of the kitchen, and took a peek. Song Zhilin was cooking noodles. She was wearing her pajamas. The velvet slippers did not cover her shiny ankles.

Yan Shu loves to watch such scenes, filled with fireworks and full of home atmosphere, but she rarely sees such scenes. Her own home is as luxurious as a palace, but there is no fireworks. The nanny aunt works hard all year round. I cook every day, but no one will ever appreciate her craftsmanship. Their family seldom eats together. Most of the time, the aunt eats those things by herself, or the three of them sit silently at the table and quickly finish the meal. , and then each of them got into the room. If they were asked to comment on what they had just eaten, no one would be able to say something.

Since Yan Shu moved into this small apartment, she has added a lot of flashy kitchen utensils to the kitchen, trying to get a little homely feeling, but it is obviously useless, her small apartment is still cold.

Now, she found out why.

Before, she was missing Song Zhilin.

Just standing in Song Zhilin's small apartment, Yan Shu felt that this place instantly changed from "a house" to a home, filled with a warm atmosphere, and even the color of the lights became a little warmer.

Not to mention that Song Zhilin was standing in her kitchen now.

Yan Shu looked at her back, walked over slowly, and hugged her gently.

"what happened?"

Song Zhilin didn't look back, but put his hand on her arm, stroked it comfortingly, and asked her:

"Are you hungry?"

"No."

Yan Shu shook his head, and put his head on her back. She wanted to say something, such as missing you, but felt hypocritical and couldn't say it.

Song Zhilin didn't continue to ask, but patted her on the arm, lifted the lid of the pot, looked at how the noodles were cooking, and said to Yan Shu, "Hurry up."

Yan Shu pressed against her back, feeling her heartbeat: "I'm really not hungry."

Song Zhilin chuckled, held her hand, kissed her lips lightly, and said, "Then I'm hungry."

Yan Shu's face became hot, and he said softly, "Then you wait for the noodles."

She let go of Song Zhilin, went to the living room to sit down, and changed to another TV station. The screen changed from a TV series to a late-night landscape documentary. The picture quality was not bad, and the music was also good. The attention is not on the TV at all.

It's been a while since they came back, the two of them first nestled on the sofa watching TV, then tuned to CCTV6, a movie was playing on Channel [-], a very old romance movie, dull and lengthy, the hero and heroine met at the dinner party, so Xuyu filmed it half an hour.

At two minutes into No.30, Yan Shu couldn't bear it anymore.

She turned her head towards Song Zhilin, and Song Zhilin was obviously waiting for her action. In the soft music, Song Zhilin leaned towards her. They didn't turn on the lights, only the light of the TV was bright and dim on their faces, which made people feel even more heartbroken. itch.

Yan Shu's lips were quickly pressed against Song Zhilin's, and Yan Shu breathed a sigh of relief amidst the warm touch.

Yan Shu has been waiting for this kiss since morning.For some reason, she became very eager for everything about Song Zhilin, her kisses and touches, the distance between them, and more things, as if these could prove something and could make words become true.

The sofa was very soft, so soft that the whole person could sink into it. Yan Shu leaned on one side of the armrest and looked into Song Zhilin's eyes. Rubbing her neck all the way down, Yan Shu stroked her chin, hugged her neck and kissed her up, the music on the TV became quieter and quieter, Yan Shu soon forgot what the movie said, the eyes in her eyes There is only one person left, and only one thing left.

Song Zhilin hugged her so tightly that Yan Shu felt that she couldn't breathe, but she still let Song Zhilin hold her. She understood why Song Zhilin was holding her. She needed this hug just like Song Zhilin. They had been separated for too long. , a night and a day are not enough to satisfy their hearts.

Yan Shu knew that there must be a place in Song Zhilin's heart that was vacant, just like her, half immersed in happiness, unwilling to let go of a little bit of sweetness, and the other end questioned from time to time, whether all this is true?She could fully understand Song Zhilin's feelings.

Yan Shu hugged her back even harder, she put her head between Song Zhilin's neck, the soft and warm skin made her feel at ease, and the unique smell of Song Zhilin made her feel that everything was real, she gently stroked Song Zhilin with her fingers The mark on the neck constantly confirms that this moment is real. There have been so many scenes in the dream that Yan Shu is not sure anymore.

"Song Zhilin?"

She softly called each other's name.

"Well," the man answered her, the first time she answered her, whether in a dream or in reality, she responded to her feelings, the warm breath fell on her skin, making her feel a little numb , the man called her name in a very soft voice, "Yan Shu."

They didn't speak any more, they just pressed their faces to each other, feeling some kind of warmth, a kind of warmth that only they could understand, and that others thought would not appear at this moment.

The TV was still playing the whispers of lovers. Yan Shu looked into Song Zhilin's eyes, those brown eyes were like a deep sea, Yan Shu gently kissed the corner of her eyes, Song Zhilin trembled, she held Yan Shu's hand, and then printed a kiss on her ear.

At first it was just a test, Song Zhilin's lips were innocently attached to Yan Shu's ear, until Yan Shu clasped her fingers, and her movements became bolder, Song Zhilin found that she had never touched Yan Shu so carefully before, They were already very familiar with this matter, but Song Zhilin felt as if she was holding a flower made of glass, for fear of breaking the treasure in her palm.

It was rare for them to be so gentle. In the flickering light, Yan Shu couldn't see Song Zhilin's eyes clearly, but she could feel Song Zhilin's movements as gently as if he was handling some fragile object.

In the past, Song Zhilin's pheromones were always strong and possessive, but today Yan Shu seemed to be surrounded by endless sea water, floating in the waves, how could this person be so gentle?In Yan Shu's memory, Song Zhilin always seemed to be afraid of losing her, demanding everything from her with a ruthless force. She had already gotten used to Song Zhilin's possessiveness, so this kind of gentleness was a little uncomfortable.

Small kisses fell on her waist, and Song Zhilin's fingers wrapped around hers, complaining a little: "You're distracted."

"No," Yan Shu denied, "I want to kiss you."

She leaned up, leaned in front of Song Zhilin, and kissed her lips. Song Zhilin was soon immersed in this kiss, and couldn't think of anything else.

……

After the smell of pheromone gradually faded, Yan Shu moved lazily and said to Song Zhilin, "I want to eat Yangchun noodles... I didn't eat when I came back."

Song Zhilin was hugging her, skin to skin, warm and fragrant soft jade in his arms, and he was in a particularly good mood. Hearing this, he rubbed her hair and said, "Shall I cook it now?"

Just as she was about to move, Yan Shu held her back again, and said softly, "Wait a while."

Song Zhilin didn't move, and continued to nest with her on the sofa. The old movie had come to an end, and the male and female protagonists were embracing and dancing at the ball. The female protagonist was wearing a shiny ring, symbolizing a dream accomplish.

Yan Shu stared at the TV obsessively: "Go after watching."

Song Zhilin played with her fingers: "Is it that pretty?"

Her voice was a little dissatisfied, and the tail sank slightly, and there was a strange taste of coquettishness.

Yan Shu turned around in surprise, saw Song Zhilin's aggrieved expression, and burst out laughing.

"Are you jealous?"

"Why are you jealous?" Song Zhilin immediately denied, "Why would you be jealous of a movie?"

"Then why is this expression?"

Yan Shu became interested, so he didn't watch the movie, hugged Song Zhilin's arm, and turned to look at her.

"It's alright."

Song Zhilin immediately pursed her lips tightly, not showing any emotion on her face, and said:

"What expression?"

"It's a very wronged feeling."

Yan Shu said something, continued to entangle her, and looked at her with blinked eyes: "If you say a word and don't read it, I will stop watching it right away."

Of course Song Zhilin wanted her not to watch it, but Yan Shu was seriously watching the movie just after doing that kind of thing. , but there is no reason to be found.

She was indeed a little angry, but she couldn't find a reason to be angry, so it was even more impossible to say no to Yan Shu.

Song Zhilin shook her head and said, "Just watch it if you want."

"Watch it if you want?" Yan Shu couldn't help being a little disappointed, seeing Song Zhilin's expression, she thought Song Zhilin didn't want her to watch it.

Mingming hugged his girlfriend, but his girlfriend watched the movie so seriously, completely as if she didn't exist, Yan Shu felt that she seemed to know what Song Zhilin was thinking, but Song Zhilin had already recovered that expressionless indifference, and, she said The tone of her voice was so calm when she said "Look at it if you want", which made Yan Shu think that she was being self-indulgent.

Now that Song Zhilin said so, Yan Shu was not polite, turned her head, and continued to watch the movie, but the plot was quite interesting just now, but now it has lost its appeal in her eyes.

She was all about the person next to her, Yan Shu couldn't help taking a sneak peek at Song Zhilin, wondering what Song Zhilin was doing.

Song Zhilin was still holding her, playing with her hair in his hands, looking calm and relaxed.

Does this person have a heart?Yan Shu thought about it, and was even more unwilling to show that he cared. He simply stared at the TV, as if he was fascinated by the movie.

Song Zhilin couldn't help feeling a little funny when she saw Yan Shu glanced at her and then turned her head away.

Even with her eyes closed, she could tell that Yan Shu must be feeling a little awkward.

She is so familiar with this atmosphere, so familiar to the point of nostalgia.Song Zhilin had to admit that she thought the current Yan Shu was very good, but the Yan Shu who used to boss her around and make troubles was also very cute.

She couldn't even tell which of Yan Shu she liked better.

Song Zhilin didn't speak, but just stroked Yan Shu's back lightly, like smoothing the fur of a kitten. Yan Shu felt her movement and immediately exploded.

"What are you doing!" Yan Shu straightened his back and glared at Song Zhilin.

"No reason," Song Zhilin smiled at her with endless indulgence, "Don't look, let me cook noodles for you, okay?"

Yan Shu stared at her blankly, and asked, "Are you not angry with me anymore?"

Song Zhilin patted her head helplessly, and said, "When did I get angry with you?"