teenage lover

His tongue was on his lips, remembering the moistness, softness and sweetness of the kiss.Every morning when he woke up, Jiang Wenyuan would lie on the bed for a few minutes with his mind empty, until he confirmed that the good things were real, and then he got up refreshed.

For a long time, he was like an ant that fell into a honey pot, his hands, legs and mind were covered with thick syrup, his expression was dull, and his movements were slow, as if he had been overly frightened that couldn't be slowed down for a while.

Later, he received flowers from Rong Sheng, and after lunch, they went shopping together on campus, kissing shamelessly when they walked to a corner where no one was around, and he finally had the real feeling that they were already together.

The winter solstice happened to fall on Friday.

The class that should be attended is not missed in school, and it is already five o'clock after school in the afternoon.Rong Sheng's political teacher is a half-bald middle-aged man with a hot temper and loves to procrastinate the class. He insisted on finishing the papers, so he dragged the class for 10 minutes.

Rong Sheng was carrying his schoolbag on one shoulder, holding the phone in his right hand, and answered a few times impatiently. Seeing Jiang Wenyuan standing at the entrance of the stairs, he stuffed his phone into his trouser pocket and carried the other side of his schoolbag on his back.

The sky was gloomy and heavy above the head, as heavy as lead. The fine snow drifted in the air, weaving into a sparse white net, and it was impossible to see things clearly at a distance.

After class was over for too long, there were not many people left in the teaching area, only the two of them walked through the snow with umbrellas.

"You didn't wear lipstick?"

Jiang Wenyuan pursed her lips lightly and said that she had applied it before going out in the morning.

"I ate it for you a long time ago, do you want some now?" Rong Sheng moved the handle of the umbrella that was between the two of them away, leaned forward and kissed him.

They didn't have the nerve to grind any more and made the driver wait too long.The little snow melted on the ground, and the concrete floor was wet and slippery, so they had to walk with each other like flying.

Back home, Rong Sheng's family members were all present, gathered in the living room, Rong Qihua read a few words to Rong Sheng with a grim expression, saying that everyone was waiting for him.

Jiang Wenyuan followed him upstairs and asked them what they were going to do.

"Go to my uncle's house for dinner." Rong Sheng explained, "It was at my house last year, so we should go there this year."

Jiang Wenyuan responded, and sat down at the desk, fiddling with the globe and a few small sculptures on the desk, until Rong Sheng asked him to draw the curtains.

Rong Sheng took off the snow-covered scarf, turned his back to Jiang Wenyuan and began to undress, took out the inner sweater from the closet and changed into it, went to the cloakroom to get a coat, and dressed quickly.

Turning Jiang Wenyuan's head back with one hand, Rong Sheng pinched his chin to make him open his mouth, and put on a circle of lipstick on him.

"Take the lipstick with you from now on, and don't lick your lips. Let's go." Rong Sheng tugged at his arm and asked him what he was doing sitting like a grandpa.

"I'm going too?" Jiang Wenyuan asked, surprised and unbelievable.

Rong Sheng rejected all his reasons such as "it's not suitable" and "I don't know anyone" at once, and he was a little angry after speaking, "Are you going or not?"

"Do not……"

"No matter how hypocritical you are, my whole family won't be able to eat anymore!" Rong Sheng pinched the phone that hadn't even started ringing from his father, and dragged him downstairs involuntarily.

There was only Fang Yucheng downstairs, and the three of them got impatient and had already set off first.

Rong Sheng lifted his chin slightly to signal Fang Yucheng to sit in front, and opened the rear door to let Jiang Wenyuan in.

Rong Sheng chatted with Fang Yucheng first, asking him why he came back so soon, No. [-] Middle School is much farther than their school.

"We only have two classes on Friday afternoon, and school ends at four o'clock."

Rong Sheng nodded, no one spoke in the car, until the car drove onto the expressway, Rong Sheng suddenly said: "Didn't I tell you before? Have you forgotten?"

"what?"

"My uncle and aunt. No, you should have seen them all..."

Jiang Wenyuan said that he had seen it before, but the implication was obvious.

Rong Sheng sighed, "Okay, let me recall it for you, you remember it well." He said that in case someone still remembers you, if you say a few words to you, you will be stupid enough not to call someone.

Rong Sheng's uncle has two daughters, one is going to college and the other is married, neither of them lives at home permanently, so their house is much more remote.

It may be because of his career in politics. His uncle lived in a much more low-key and simple place. It was far from the garden villa with a grand foyer in Jiang Wenyuan's imagination. It was a small three-story building in the community. A very small yard.

The snow was still falling, and the two of them waited in front of the door. When they saw a familiar car, they held an umbrella and walked over to open the door. Rong Sheng said that there was no need to call for anyone, and walked quickly with both hands holding the collar of his coat over his head.

On the right side of the door is the stairs. Rong Sheng took off the cashmere coat that was wet with light snow, and waited for Fang Yucheng's figure to disappear at the corner of the stairs before slowly going upstairs with his neck around Jiang Wenyuan's.

"Don't be nervous." The conversation and laughter came from upstairs, Rong Sheng pinched his shoulder and said, "My uncle and dad will definitely quarrel again tonight, what's wrong, both of them will be a hundred years old together in a few years You can't learn how to get along well with people."

"Just now your brother and the driver were in front." Jiang Wenyuan repeatedly tried to make him stop talking in the car.

"Did I say anything?" Rong Sheng asked him what he was so worried about. The driver had a high professionalism and couldn't chew people's tongues. As for Fang Yucheng, he wouldn't dare to talk nonsense even if he had a hundred guts.

The faces upstairs are indeed not unfamiliar. Jiang Wenyuan has lived in Rong Sheng's house for a long time, and has seen most of them, even more than once.

This is just an ordinary family banquet. There are about 20 people, old and young, and there is no one outsider except him. However, Rong Sheng dragged him to introduce it to everyone in a serious manner. As expected, his whole family has a good impression of him. Shen, and cheerfully asked a few gossips.Jiang Wenyuan was in a daze, and didn't know who to answer, so he asked the two old people to say hello to their grandparents and sat down on the corner of the sofa.

Fortunately, everyone's attention was quickly diverted from him, and they began to chat about other topics.

It was almost dinner time, taking advantage of the noise of people, Jiang Wenyuan fled to the balcony and hid for a while.

The air on the balcony was fresh and crisp, tall plane trees rose from the ground around the small building, and occasionally one or two dark cars passed by on the road.

From inside the glass door came the babbling of a little girl and the scuffing of pram wheels on the floor.Jiang Wenyuan turned her head and saw the nanny chasing with a bowl. The little girl saw someone chasing her happily. Suddenly, the plastic front of the stroller hit the glass door with a bang.

For a moment the glass door trembled.

The young nanny seemed impatient at first glance, she slapped the bowl on the table, and lifted the frightened child from her armpits with both hands and put her on the sofa.

The mother who came over heard the sound and opened her mouth to scold, and the child burst into tears after a few words of scolding, and then attracted the grandfather to ask how the mother's temper could be so violent.

"Dad! What do you care about her? She's just pretending to cry, howling!"

Grandpa had already picked up the child, and the child cried even louder.

"Okay, just act like a baby and see if I won't smack you when you get home." The mother said.

Rong Sheng came out of the kitchen with a bowl, passed by the sofa and called out to Grandpa to ignore her, go in and eat.

He opened the glass door and walked over, clutching the hot dumpling soup in his hand.

"My eldest sister made it, it's unpalatable." Rong Sheng picked up one, and raised the tauzi to signal Jiang Wenyuan to eat.

Jiang Wenyuan saw that three or four people in the living room were going to the dining room around the child, and no one was looking this way, so he opened his mouth to bite the dumplings in peace.

Rong Sheng fed a few, and ate a few by himself. He was impatient to feed again, put the bowl into his hand, and told him to finish eating quickly and go in to eat.