REMIX

When I woke up I saw him smoking on the balcony.He was bare-chested, with his elbows resting on the semi-circular fence, the side with the tattoos facing me, his waistline was narrow, and his trousers were pulled very low.The sun shone on his ridge-like back, which attracted the whistle of the young female tourist downstairs.

It is rare to see such a good-looking oriental here.He nodded to them too, crushing his cigarette in the glass ashtray.

Then he saw me, this movement of turning his head seemed to have been repeated countless times to achieve such a natural effect, and smiled at me in the light spreading around.

It's too easy for me to fall into such a moment, and my whole body is crisp.

It is true that my waist does feel so crispy that it makes me want to get out of bed and stop halfway through, with one foot on the ground and one leg sticking out of the quilt, as if deliberately showing off, He also looked very disabled.

Fortunately, the person who made me into this kind of virtue moved with compassion when he saw this scene, and came over and hugged me——when I was holding his shoulders and looking down for slippers, I fell into the wet trash can in the corner. The condom stared affectionately for three seconds, and I almost couldn't stand still—I was too ashamed to look up, and I heard him humming, his voice was as deep and deep as ever, but it was not very in tune.

I remembered what he said at that time, and asked him embarrassingly, are you in a good mood?

of course.

He pressed his fingers against my waist, forcing me to face him. When he spoke, his lips rubbed against my browbones, itching.

He said, this is the honeymoon.

During the honeymoon, even if I had a backache, I stubbornly went out with him to the night market. In the next few days, I went to the famous holy city and national park. I took the sea train back and forth. The coastline itself is a famous tourist route. Take time to look at the scenery along the way, and don't feel it is wasted.

We stayed for five days in total, and on the fourth day we stayed at a B&B in the town for one night.The hostess who entertained us was a fat black woman who had no husband, wore clothes made of rough calico, and could speak a little simple Chinese that was confusing but did not affect comprehension.

She asked us, are you a couple?

I didn't know where I was secretly happy at the time, as if I was harboring a certain secret, embarrassed to say it, and hoping that one day someone would reveal it in this way.I looked at Gong Junye in the kitchen. He was sitting cross-legged on the floor with his long legs crossed. When we were chatting, he was repairing the Polaroid for the young daughter of the hostess. For many days, the little girl held a small oil lamp for him and stood on tiptoe to watch.

He teased her, little angel, your camera has turned into a monster, it has eaten all your pictures, and it still talks.

The little girl pursed her lips anxiously, tears rolled in her eyes, and asked in a childish voice, then, what did it say?

Gong Junye announced in a terrifying voice that it said it would eat you tonight.

The little girl burst into tears.

Me and the child's mother: "..."

But I still have the cheek to admit the truth, yes.

who is it?What words should I use to describe him?

"Partner" is too general and lacks intimacy, while "boyfriend" is too slippery, far from enough to clarify his position in my heart.

I said, He'smylover. He is my lover.

The word came out of my mouth so naturally that I was amazed at the tenderness that rose at the same time.

He said it was fixed.

I turned my head to look at him, wanting to see the final result, but happened to meet the camera lens he raised, and with a click, a picture of me in a daze with my cheek resting on it fell out. The hard cardboard made a soft rattle and handed it to me.

I just glanced at it and was snatched away by him, and said seriously that I would cut it out and put it in my wallet.

I don't want to be stuffed with your black card condom, Dad.

While slandering his childishness, I wanted to find something of him that I could carry with me, and I thought about it for a long time.At night we slept in the hostess's bedroom, which was carefully lined with grass. The fly in the ointment was that the big bed with four beautiful bedposts was less than 1.8 meters wide, and two big men had to hug each other.

Once I've done it with him, I can't be indifferent to any touch with hints of that aspect. I pressed his hand that was touching my clothes hard, afraid of causing embarrassing movements in other people's homes, and I lowered my head in embarrassment. Roar: "Don't let international friends feel contemptuous of our life style...!"

The night here is cool and quiet, so peaceful that there is not even a breath of wind. When the lights fall, only a faint outline of the exotic decorations in the house remains.He grabbed my hand and cut it behind the back, so that he trapped my upper body in his arms, squeezed up and bit my Adam's apple, his breath was as thin as a silk thread, and he grabbed my hot skin.

"You have to allow me to eat the marrow to know the taste."

More than taste.

Sooner or later he stole all of me.

The return flight was in the early morning of the next day, and it was after [-] pm when we arrived home.

At the end of the vacation, he had more chores at hand. He got off the plane like me and turned on his mobile phone. The ringing never stopped.I dragged my luggage with one hand and dragged him with the other to take a taxi outside the airport. It had just been a wet winter rain at home, and the trees were frozen. The cold wave was approaching, and the meteorological station had issued a blizzard warning.

Not afraid of death, I grabbed his collar and yelled at him, why are you only wearing a woolen coat!

He replied arrogantly through the white hair wind, because I am handsome.

I almost strangled this handsome man with my scarf.

Even I think there is no one in the world more convincing than his narcissism.

The phone rang again, but he didn't answer it, and suddenly grabbed my hand that was about to retract into my pocket, and said, the baby is going to abandon me again.

You have nothing to wrong with such a big person.

Even though I thought so, taking advantage of the fact that there were not many pedestrians around, I boldly moved up to him and quickly kissed him on the lips covered by the scarf.

The woolen insulation is warm and soft, and the residual warmth must be able to stay on his mouth for a while longer.

I said see you next year.

I went back to school that night and started preparing for the next week's exams.

These days, it seems to be hidden by me, only the two of us know.

The author has something to say: a note: lover

person in love with another lover, lover, lover, couple person with whom other having sexual relations with people who have sexual relations unmarried couple in love or having sexual relations unmarried lover; a pair of lovers who have sexual relations personwholikesorenjoysspecifiedthing lovers, lovers here does not necessarily refer specifically to "the lover in extramarital affairs", or simply refers to " male lovers".