swimming fish

Near summer, the branches and leaves climb over the low walls and black tiles, and extend towards the narrow alleys facing the mountains.

The residents who carried the burden made of bamboo strips wore a straw hat, and the brim of the hat barely brushed against the protruding branches and leaves; a child on a tricycle behind the burden-bearer playfully stretched out his hand and folded it. A leaf on that branch put it near his mouth and blew.

Probably because the leaf didn't make the sound he expected, and he threw it away in disgust, and threw it at the feet of Ji Anhe who was hurriedly dragged by Song Yu.

Ji Anhe didn't notice the leaves falling at his feet, his eyes were only focused on chasing Song Yu away.

Song Yu later waited for him to decide on the pattern in the dyeing workshop, so he took him to a fishing village called Shuanglang by the Erhai Sea.

The car was parked on the mountain in the village. Song Yu said that he bought a parking space from others before. Because he didn't want to park at the Erhai Lake and be crowded with tourists' cars, he bought a parking space on the second floor of someone else's small building before.

Then he led Ji Anhe down from the mountain along the path near the mountain. The road changed from a main road to a narrow alley, and the scenery in front of him changed from a white brick hut with black tiles to a vast expanse of water.

Ji Anhe followed Song Yu around the embankment, stepped on the path by the bank, and stopped by an inn near the lake. Beside the wall of the inn was a couple pushing a cart and selling braised vegetables.

Ji Anhe watched as Song Yu bought some wine with the couple, then went to the inn, where he bought half a catty of self-brewed mountain plum wine before coming out.

Song Yu held the half catty of wine in one hand, and led back to Ji Anhe, who was standing on the plank road facing the lake in the inn, looking at the lake view with the other.

"What are you looking at?" Song Yu asked.

"Looking at... this Erhai Lake." Ji Anhe suddenly squeezed Song Yu's hand and asked, "Tell me, can you see the moon in Erhai Lake tonight?"

"Huh?" Song Yu was a little puzzled, he didn't quite understand Ji Anhe's intention of asking this suddenly.

"Fantasy, I seem to have seen the first three," Ji Anhe added after a pause, "It's quite memorable."

"Mr. Ji, actually, I originally planned to take you to the boat."

"Go to the boat at night and swim in the lake?"

Song Yu stopped walking suddenly, followed by Ji Anhe.

"No." Song Yu shook his head meaningfully, leaned closer to Ji Anhe's ear, and said softly, "I originally wanted to have sex with you on the Erhai Lake, at the foot of Cangshan Mountain, and in the snowy moon." .”

Ji An and his throat moved slightly, and he suddenly felt a little overwhelmed.

He still remembered Song Yu's request before, now when he heard this sentence, how could he forget this person.

He listened to the most beautiful and naked love words in his ears slowly turning into his own heartbeat like a drum, and the way he looked at Song Yu gradually changed from the previous reluctance to the tenderness of deep love.

It seems that only in this way can he be worthy of Song Yu's affection.

Song Yu is...

Always just use one or two sentences to make him lose his troops and disarm him.

Let him know the absurdity, but still have to go crazy with it.

Song Yu still casually continued to talk about the regret of "not being able to sail at night", but Ji Anhe didn't listen to a word.

He was still immersed in Song Yu's sincere thoughts.

He couldn't help pursing his lips, quietly keeping this thought in his heart.

He thought, in another ten or twenty years, he would still remember it.

I remember this ancient city of Dali and this person named Song Yu.

I remember the two romantic sentences this person once promised him.

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In the wind and flowers, kiss you.

In the snowy moon, make love with you.

Song Yu took Ji Anhe up the plank road by the lake, and followed the plank road to the end.

Ji Anhe saw a house with an archway made of blue bricks, and the archway was connected to the white wall.Song Yu's pace stopped here, Ji Anhe took his drink, he took out the key to unlock, and led Ji Anhe in.

"This is..." Ji Anhe looked around.

This is a standard courtyard of the Bai nationality, and the small screen wall that catches the eye covers most of the scenery in the courtyard.

Song Yu turned around and closed the door, said with a slight voice, "My house. Let's go, go in."

Ji Anhe nodded, as if he wasn't too surprised that Song Yu had such a small courtyard in Shuanglang. He walked in and saw the flowers planted all over the courtyard. I asked more questions.

"Is this the one your sister rented before?"

After being mentioned by Ji Anhe, Song Yu remembered the time when he took Ji Anhe to swim in the fish to taste fish kisses, and made him anxious because of the elder sister's return.

"Just put the wine on the table in the courtyard. I'll get the wine glass." Song Yu shook his head and instructed, then walked around the screen wall and answered Ji Anhe's question, "The room she rented out , on the shore where we just walked over. When I came back from the band, I brought some money back. Just in time for rectification here, I bought a yard. Later, the land price went up, and my sister and I sold the yard , I chose two yards that were closer to the shore. But last year, Sister sold her yard and bought the house next to it."

"What about you, you don't sell this yard?" Ji Anhe watched as Song Yu brought out a wine glass from the house, and then came out with tin cans and empty plates.

"Not for sale," Song Yu handed the cleaned wine glass to Ji Anhe, "I am a long-term lover. If I choose it at the beginning, I won't change it again."

Hearing Song Yu's pun, Ji Anhe didn't know where to turn his eyes. Finally, he rolled his eyes and said nothing.He took the glass from Song Yu and divided the half catty of wine for him.

Song Yu sat down next to Ji Anhe, and the two shared wine glasses.After clinking glasses with Ji Anhe, Song Yu took a sip of the wine and said leisurely, "Besides, if we really want to change the place, I don't know where to put the flowers in this yard."

Ji Anhe put down his wine glass, watched Song Yu pick a red flower that Ji Anhe didn't know very well, and handed it over. He took it and carefully looked at the budding branch in his hand. The red flowers blooming, and I looked at the red flowers shaped like roses and begonias blooming on the side.

For a moment, he wanted to imitate Song Yu's movement of inserting flowers into his temples that night, and put the flower branches behind his ears for him.

But Song Yu picked a small white flower in full bloom before him, and stuck it behind his ear, with the same smile on his mouth that made Ji Anhe's heart flutter like that night, his eyes curved like crescent moons, infecting Ji Anhe.

"Anywhere, it's fine." Ji Anhe replied, while involuntarily leaning closer, and kissed the little dimple at the corner of Song Yu's mouth that he had only discovered not long ago.

Song Yu was stunned for a moment, then heard Ji Anhe suddenly ask.

"What is this flower talking about?"

"It's nothing. Just to see it open, I picked Mr. Pei Ji's at random," Song Yu looked away, and added without further ado, "You're thinking too much."

"Boss Song." Ji Anhe stopped Song Yu, and took the initiative to take a step forward. He followed the old-fashioned and sincere method, one kiss for one answer.

This is the kind of equivalent exchange that Song Yu can't refuse, and he knows it well.

"I think too much?"

Song Yu's wine-stained lips wanted to catch up, but they were blocked by Ji Anhe's suddenly crossing flower branches.

"Speak up." Ji Anhe threatened seriously.

Song Yu raised half of his eyebrows indifferently.

Then he opened his lips and bit the flower branch lying in front of him, with the flower branch in his teeth, he shook his head slightly.

He freed his hand to grab the flower branch in his mouth, and pulled back slightly, taking the second half of the flower branch out of Ji Anhe's hand.

He found a high-sounding reason for his later cross-border action: "Today's wine is really intoxicating."

Before he finished speaking, he put his hand on the back of Ji Anhe's head, pressed his lips against the corners of Ji Anhe's lips, and then moved to Ji Anhe's ear, and purposely yelled at the sensitive place behind Ji Anhe's ear Only after taking a deep breath, he whispered softly in his ears.

"It's Lige Begonia, it's about..." Song Yu kissed Ji Anhe's ear, where a cluster of blush rose, and his low laugh quietly entered Ji Anhe's ear.

"What is it?" Ji Anhe also seemed to believe this drunken excuse and went in drunk.He put his arm around Song Yu's waist, and Song Yu was satisfied with his initiative, so he smiled and said, "It's about bitter love."

Ji An and the whole person's movements were obviously stiff because of these two words,

After a while, Song Yu's palm slid down and pressed against his back, his tone was still relaxed and self-deprecating, but his gaze was still daring to meet Ji Anhe: "It's quite appropriate to say, isn't it?"

Ji Anhe pulled back his hand to hold Song Yu's face, and his eyes followed Song Yu.Song Yu's gaze could no longer be avoided under such relentless pursuit.

Their eyes met, Song Yu forgot to move for a moment, the budding flower branch in his hand fell to the bluestone slab on the ground, mixed with the fallen petals.

However, Ji Anhe's gaze seldom moved at this moment, and he also rarely raised his hand, blocking Song Yu's eyes and covering Song Yu's eyes.

His lips landed on Song Yu's slightly moving Adam's apple, he sucked the Adam's apple that exposed Song Yu's thoughts at the beginning, and then moved up along Song Yu's neck, sucking and kissing.

His hoarse voice suddenly fell into Song Yu's ears: "It's not bitter love."

Song Yu slightly tilted her neck back, rejecting Ji Anhe's final kiss on his lips.

There was no flower branch in his hand, but it was empty.

He clamped Ji Anhe's chin with his free hand, but he refused to look at Ji Anhe, but asked with a bitter smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Mr. Ji said, it's not bitter love, what is that?"

The smile on Song Yu's face didn't last long, or it should be said that it didn't last long at all before it dissipated.

Ji Anhe took half a step, and Song Yu pinched his chin and looked up at him with something more in his eyes, which was different from the usual tenderness and doting in Ji Anhe's eyes.

In Song Yu's eyes, those expressions before would not make him think otherwise.Today's affectionate eyes seemed to nail Song Yu to his flesh and blood.

"Yes..." Ji Anhe didn't seem to be able to find a suitable word in his mind.

Song Yu was the fertile soil that suddenly appeared in his barren life.

And the little relationship between him and him, like a seed, gradually took root and sprouted...but when it was about to take root, it crashed into the barren land outside the fertile soil.

Ji An and himself didn't know how to treat this tender shoot with shallow roots, but Song Yu gave him a clear way.

It was also Song Yu's escape route to comfort himself early in the morning.

"Is it an affair?" Song Yu answered himself for Ji Anhe. He looked down at Ji Anhe, at Ji Anhe's hand that was clinging to his hand, and watched himself let go under the guidance of Ji Anhe's hand. The strength to clamp his jaw.

However, Ji Anhe suddenly grabbed Song Yu's neck, and put his lips on Song Yu's lips. The kiss changed from the usual light pecking to a disorderly attack, and it was more like revealing a bit of urgency. urgent.

But it is better to say it is to please than to say it is impatient.

He opened his mouth, sucking and kissing Song Yu's lips, even the nimble tip of his tongue only opened Song Yu's lips, and then stopped moving.

Song Yu's hand hanging down at this moment was clenched into a fist and then loosened alternately.

He is also contradictory.

He wanted to have this affair, but he was not willing to just count it as an affair.

He is greedy but wants to be free and easy, he is selfish but wants to persuade himself...

He didn't just want to simply have Ji Anhe.

He also wants to ask for day and night, month and year.

He also wanted to be with Ji Anhe, the wind is calm and the years are peaceful.

……

But these thoughts were until Ji Anhe put his hand on Song Yu's head, until Ji Anhe's kiss slipped from the corner of Song Yu's lips to Song Yu's ear, until Ji Anhe's hoarse voice sounded again, until the two The moment that word disintegrated Song Yu's last bit of contradiction, it was gone.

Ji Anhe buried his head between his shoulders and neck, calling him hoarsely: "Boss Song."

"Huh?" Song Yu held Ji Anhe's face in one hand, and hovered around Ji Anhe's waist with the other.

Ji Anhe's hand suddenly covered the back of Song Yu's, and he guided the back of his hand all the way down to his thigh.Ji Anhe bewitched Song Yu again with his voice that became hoarse at some point.

"Cao me."

Ji Anhe's concise invitation made Song Yu's thoughts hidden deep in his soul burn like dry wood that was suddenly ignited.

"Mr. Ji." Song Yu's voice seemed to be infected, he confirmed with a hoarse voice, "You..."

"I'm inviting you, Boss Song."

Ji Anhe held Song Yu's earlobe, his wet voice was mixed with Ji Anhe's vague invitation, he reiterated again, but his voice was not as gentle as before.

There was trembling in these words, and he was also uneasy.He frowned in Song Yu's sudden silence, and his voice sounded light in Song Yu's ears.

"Fuck...me, Song Yu."

To Song Yu, these four words are self-evident and fatal.

The rising desire in Song Yu's eyes overwhelmed the ebb and flow of the tide outside the courtyard.He threw his arms around the man who had extended his gracious invitation.

The kiss fell uncontrollably from the lips to the base of the ear and then slid from the base of the ear to the neck.The wine glass was turned under the table by Song Yu's Wangqing action, the plum wine was poured into the bonus, and the smell of the wine spread to the flowers, drunk the flowers and trees, the cicadas and the courtyard.

The author says:

Writing about cars is also fatal to me