Fengtian past events

I slipped into Amma's study.

It is not quite accurate to say "slip". After all, this is my own home, with deeds and land deeds, all of which are pressed in my wife's ancient wooden box.And the action of "slipping" is easily reminiscent of the facial image of a thief with eyebrows and mouse eyes.Master has always been glamorous, and it is the complete opposite of wretched and vulgar. This word is not used properly.

The study is located in the southeast corner of the house, which is a very good location.It is warm in winter and cool in summer, with plenty of sunshine, and there is a lush pomegranate tree in front of the gate.It has taken root in my house for many years. In the scorching summer, it relies on the shade of the tree to shade the study.The pomegranate flowers are fiery red, as if picking up a ray of bright sun, and if it is not allowed to pass through, it will condense on the branches and cannot be ironed.

The reason why I didn't type "bo" and blurted out "slip" comes from the fact that I was not good at reading when I was young.After class, Ama often locks me in the study room, let me be influenced by the fragrance of ink, and roam in the ocean of books, hoping that I can get close to the fragrance of books.

But he didn't know that the haha ​​beads he found for me with all his efforts—the companions, one of whom was Uncle Liu's nephew—had already been picked up one by one by me.Ama only asks people to lock the door, but the windows are not locked. In summer, I can open the window and jump out; in winter, it takes a little effort, but I don’t need to. I ask the companion to clean up the ice in the window frame, and the window can be opened. ;Come back and pour cold water again. After a while, the porcelain is frozen solid again.

In summer, I take turns to take them out to play; in winter, whoever is obedient and cleans up the hardest, I will take them out: I eat candied haws, and I buy them candied haws; I get a cricket, and I also buy them crickets Son - of course, the crickets given to them are not as good as mine, otherwise how can I win in a fight?

At that time, I was young and life passed slowly, and sometimes I was found out when I slipped out, and it was also the companions who were punished.Going down with a foot, the palm of the hand swelled into a steamed bun; the younger one cried.I laughed by the side, watching them cry with a smile, I found it very interesting.

But today is neither summer nor winter, but late autumn.

Late autumn is not the season for pomegranates, and the pomegranate tree has entered middle age again and begins to bear pomegranates.But it is the season of the looming sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance floating from afar.The scent of sweet-scented osmanthus came from next door, and I often smelled it when I was a child.However, next door is an empty Sanjin courtyard. The owner of the house has long since gone south to Hangzhou to avoid disaster, and there is not even a dog left, leaving only the old osmanthus tree to guard the house.

The moonlight was dim this night, and the glass windows were pitch-black, so that no shadow could be illuminated.I haven't been here for many years, and a thick layer of dust has accumulated on the railings of the corridor.The door of the study was locked, and the key was with Aunt Ma, and I didn't expect myself to be able to walk through the front door in a dignified way, so I went to the window, pulled it once, and the window was locked, but the lock has not been used for many years, and it has long been locked. It was crumbling, and I didn't think about repairing it; I exerted great force, and once again, the lock didn't open, but the window fell completely.

I dragged the window and couldn't help but be in a daze.The locks are not repaired much, but the windows are strengthened every year; even if no one thinks about it in the past two years, they will not fall off once they are pulled!

Putting the window aside, I jumped into the house, digging out candles and matches with ease.After one swipe and one o'clock, the study room was no longer as dim as the moonlight, but before I had time to take a closer look at the situation, there was a sudden gust of wind behind me!The whole person was pressed on the table!

Hooking his hands into claws, he clawed back, only to catch a corner of the clothes.Before I could react, I lifted my back collar and fell into a warm and familiar embrace.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and my heart returned to its original position. Following the strength, I snuggled comfortably under his wings.

His breath hits my ear; the ear moves and itches slightly.

His arms were getting tighter and tighter, causing pain in my ribs.I held his hand and said softly, "Long time no see..."

"haven't seen you for a long time……"

I still turned my back to him: "Why are you here?"

Liu Guoqing buried his head in my shoulder blades and said in a muffled voice, "I can't tell for a while."

"You broke the window?"

"Um……"

"You have to pay for..."

"I know……"

I patted his arm: "I want to see you."

He let go of his embrace, I turned around, and I saw the face I thought about day and night.

Thin and dark; hair long, it's time to cut it.

I closed my eyes again, digesting the current information, and then opened my eyes, staring at every inch of skin on his face motionlessly, and then with desperate strength, I engulfed his lips.

His lips moved a moment before he got closer.I understood the mouth shape, he was saying: "I miss you..."

I kissed deeper.

The kiss was like a prairie fire, and every part of the body became passionate in an instant.We desperately tore at each other's eyes-obscuring clothes, thinking that this was Ama's study at first, but we were immediately hooked back by Liu Guoqing's troublesome hands.

With all my clothes off, he hugged me to the table and rushed in impatiently.

I frowned in pain, but I didn't stop him; there was more to this moment than pure enjoyment.I just want to feel his longing and longing, to feel that we are inseparable, as if the world is falling apart, and we cannot be separated from each other.

I hugged him tightly around his neck, and while he was chasing around, he repeated out of breath, "Don't go... Yige, don't go... I love you... I love you..."

He hit a certain apex, and I trembled like an electric shock. The pleasure rushed from the tailbone to the top of the sky, and I couldn't think of any other response except for the unrestrained moan.

I can't legitimately talk about a theory of love, because I know too little.Among all the people who have experienced the taste of love, only Liu Guoqing jumped solo.This taste is not very good: sometimes it is sweet, but rarely, it is mostly bitter, sour, or sweet with bitterness; it is like soaking the heart in bitter water for a long time, even if it is covered with Honey, should be bitter or bitter.The bitterness has been marinated, this piece of heart should not be used, it is best to throw it away.However, the heart is unique, there is no substitute, just make do, that is.After all, the taste is different from ordinary ones.

So I like to listen to his undisguised confession, which will make me feel that there is a reassuring person by my side.When I'm tired, I can lie on him without any restraint, and he won't tear me off.

At least Liu Guoqing... won't tear me down now...

We were lying on the large desk, pen holders and paperweights were scattered and tossed here and there; wet and sticky water stains soaked through several raw publications, Liu Guoqing pressed it hard, and the bottom seemed to be bleeding, which really looked like a smudged painting.If there were really ghosts and gods, the ancestors who came out of the ancestral hall to roam at night would definitely curse bitterly: "Shameless!"

They scolded them, and Ama acted in front of them. What I did was not groundbreaking.Ama was ashamed of being murdered, and she had no face to face her ancestors. After she passed away, she was buried in the family cemetery, so she had to live in a corner, and Xiaotupo looked pitifully.With this lesson learned from the past, I have already figured it out. The worst thing is to be a lonely ghost and be happy in life. It is better than being afflicted all my life, just to be dignified after death.

We happily and personally complained about the pain of parting until our waists were sore and our limbs were weak.He lay on top of me, shaking his body, shaking again, and the cold liquid poured into his body.I wrapped around him like an octopus and gradually calmed down my breathing.

Suddenly he bit me hard on the neck.I "hissed" in pain, patted his back, and said emotionally: "You fucking dog!"

He licked the oozing blood, raised his head, and gave me a soft "woof".

After a while, he straightened up, straightened his clothes, and went out to fetch water.There is a well in the courtyard, not far away, you can see it through the window.

Streams of white turbidity flowed onto the rice paper and immediately spread around.Raw Xuan draft, mixed with blood stains, the whole paper is horrible.I stopped looking at it, and moved my buttocks, but it was a sharp pain in my heart, so I half sat on the table and just went to look at Liu Guoqing.

With Liu Guoqing here, I don't need to stretch out my hands for trivial matters.After wiping, he directed him to find Ama's old clothes, and each of them changed into a set.The clothes are all styles in the late Qing Dynasty, which are not fashionable today, but fortunately they are clean and tidy, and other things are not very important.

Feeling lazy for a while, she leaned on the couch with her eyes closed and rested, not wanting to move, but she had a thousand words to say.Before he could say anything, he heard Liu Guoqing rummaging through the boxes and cabinets. There was a lot of movement. When he opened his eyes, he found paints and brushes that hadn't seen the sun for many years.

I changed my posture, propped my head horizontally, pulled myself together and asked him, "What are you doing?"

He picked up the piece of paper that was stained with messy mucus and fanned it, and said with a smile, "Take a break, squint for a while when you're tired, and lie down if you don't sleep."

I didn't bother to ask any more, but my eyes didn't close.Liu Guoqing held the pen, dipped it in water, spread the color on the plate; the base of the pen was tuned with vermilion, the belly of the pen was tuned with eosin, and the tip of the pen was extracted with rouge;

My face couldn't help burning up.The clusters of brightly colored peonies take only a few strokes to take shape. Liu Guoqing seems to never get tired of it, focusing on rouge to enhance the level.After two or three peonies were patched up, he still felt unsatisfied and said, "It's a pity that there is no white-pink. Use white-pink to mix eosin, and the resulting color will be more elegant."

I became angry from embarrassment, and cursed: "You are so good at painting, why don't you just become a schoolteacher, and you won't be able to get a job from us, Qiu Ba!"

Liu Guoqing laughed so heartily, stretched out the paper, filled in the blank space with a butterfly of the same color, and argued at the same time: "Nowadays I paint Western paintings, and I am also a dick, so it can only be used for boudoir fun. "

Sitting next to him, holding back his shame, he gesticulated and said, "What's the point of a butterfly? Aren't they all a couple?"

He tilted his head, took a closer look, then turned to me and asked, "Do you want to be Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai with me?"

Before I could answer, he said to himself, "I don't want to, I want to be Wang Rong's husband and wife with you."

I couldn't help laughing: "Why - why - are you so nasty? It's not right to call you Liu Guoqing, do you have to be called Qingqing?"

"If you are dear and love you, you are dear; if you are not dear, who will be dear?"

I specifically coaxed him in a pleasing way: "...well, well, Qingqing, Qingqing," the soreness on my body faded away, as if infinite power had been activated, and I said, "You didn't even know how to make you feel good in the past, why are you so so now? Long face? Do you want to be my daughter-in-law, just waiting for the dowry? Or I can be your daughter-in-law, I have a dowry."

I remembered my current net worth, and grinned behind my ears.

He said weakly: "Yi Ge, I can't help it... I married a Japanese woman..."

My mouth was grinning stiffly, but the smile was gone.

The author has something to say: These two people are becoming more and more shameless.

Happy Lantern Festival everyone! !I am satisfied with the food~ [doge face]

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