REMIX

After I got my breath, I wrapped my legs around his waist from both sides, sat on him and rested for a while, then beat his shoulder with my hand, and said in a hoarse voice, let me go out for a while.

What I meant was to ask me to go out to check the time and return my poor lyrics by the way, but he ignored the imperative sentence itself, wiped the sweat on my face, and replied, let me "get out" first.

While talking, I moved the thing that was still buried inside me.

I was stunned.The degree to which a person is ashamed depends mainly on how shameless his tone of voice is when he speaks a yellow accent.

Seeing that I was blushing from choking and my neck was thick, and I stared blankly for a long time without moving, he smiled, picked me up in his arms and went straight to the bathroom to take a shower.

When I came back, I kept this manuscript as a gift for him, and I didn't plan to make it public for the time being, out of a small selfishness.Maybe I will be happy to record it when I figure it out in the future, or send it to a record company to try my luck, but now I just want to leave it to the person I like, for this uniqueness.

Valentine's Day was the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, he was on a business trip, I stayed at home to watch the house, and Xia Jie went to a bachelor party.

I have met Xia Jie’s friends, some she met in a coffee shop, some are friends of friends, and some fate started from borrowing a tissue in the bathroom. The friendship of women often makes me unthinkable.That group of parents had an air of majesty, but they were actually a group of older kids. They were beyond my comprehension of today's young and middle-aged groups.

"The ideal is always full," Xia Jun said to me with a finger shook, "In fact, there is no pair! NOONE! ... Hahahahahahaha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha, drinking, drinking Woolen cloth!"

At eleven o'clock in the evening, the group of drunk adults came back, knocked on the door of my house, and brought in my mother who was intact.When I helped her up to the second floor, the voice behind me suddenly jumped up. There was an uncle in his 30s who was drunk at the door, chanting the name of his old lover over and over again, crying and crying, as sad as an ugly song. Song.His face was full of snot and tears, and it was unbearable to look directly at him. He was dragged away by his companions with a smile on his face. Later, someone closed the door for me. I didn’t understand what the three words in the name were, maybe Even he himself can't remember.

I comforted Xia Jie to go to sleep, then sat by the bed and talked to her for a while with inconsistent words, and after a few sentences, I buried myself in my phone, not wanting to miss Gong Junye's news.

The last one was sent 5 minutes ago: Am I going to miss our first Valentine's Day.

Listening to Xia Junyun's slowed breathing, I replied to him: If it affects your catching up at night, then miss it, it's okay.

Just as I was talking, the sudden movement of Xia Jie stretching out his hand out of the quilt startled me, and I overreacted and leaned forward, my forehead was covered with a layer of guilt-ridden sweat.

"how?"

"Baby help me get a glass of water..."

She muttered and babbled, as if one of her feet had already fallen asleep.I breathed a sigh of relief, and obeyed my order to pour the hot water and put it on the bedside according to her instructions, and then sneaked out of the room.

The corridor lights were not turned on, and in the quiet darkness, the phone vibrated very suddenly. I asked him, where are you?

After sending this sentence, I stood still, as if I felt that he was not far away from me. This statement has no scientific basis at all, but I had such a premonition in the dark, as if he did not respond to me. Hidden mystery.Everyone likes the anticipation before the mystery is revealed, but he is the best at surprising me, wanting me to keep curious about him.

He said, go to the terrace on the first floor.

It is eleven fifty on February fourteenth.I walked down the stairs holding onto the banister, the soles of my feet rubbing against the cold floor, and the door of one room was left open.

I gradually locked on the source of the sound. It was a knocking sound that sounded chaotic at first but was very regular. The floating light piled up a long figure behind the curtain, and I stepped to the window in a few steps.

"Hi."

This uninvited childish ghost was sticking close to the window. The short and narrow balcony usually only had room for flower pots, and it was so crowded that he couldn't even bend his knees, but he was smiling like a naughty child, very vulgar in his presence. A cloud of white mist spewed out from the glass, and he drew a transparent heart-shaped circle with his fingers.

A crimson flower was on the chest of his windbreaker, protected by his hand.

"I caught up." He said through the glass, "Happy Valentine's Day."

I stepped on the bench and climbed up the window sill, supporting my body with one hand, and gently and slowly turning the window latch with the other hand, letting in the cold wind in those winter nights. His shadow caught me, reminding me of some human beings. The love stories I like to talk about, the plots are too sensational to make me dismiss them, they are obviously not suitable for me, but now I think of them without any hindrance, and I acquiesce to all the touches that were once considered cumbersome without any principle.

I leaned out of the window and took the rose that belonged to me from his heart.

"Happy Valentine's Day, my Romeo."

I bent down to kiss him from a slightly higher place, my neck was a little sore, but my heart was full of anti-customer pride, and I hugged his waist to prevent him from accidentally stepping on the air and falling into the small garden planted with evening primrose and camellia on the first floor Go—God knows how he got up there.I silently condemned the people who are going to the third party, and they should be less engaged in such dangerous activities in the future.

But I really like him.

"It's twelve o'clock Juliet," he kissed me on the nose, "go home...is my mother-in-law at home?"

"She's asleep," I held his hands in my hands and looked up at him while rubbing the heat. "Don't be afraid, the ugly daughter-in-law will see her in-laws sooner or later."

He fell on my shoulder like a thunderbolt, "...I started to panic."

"She likes you very much, doesn't she?"

I stroked the back of his head, like smoothing the hair of a large dog, "I think far away. I will deal with it when the time comes."

These words sound handsome, but they are definitely not perfunctory. I am mentally prepared for this, no matter what the consequences will be.However, when people are about to face a problem, they will give themselves an ideal expected value after analyzing the situation. At present, I don't think it must be a bad result.

Taking a ten thousand step back, I just want to give him an identity, treat him as my family, the same status as Xia Jie, so I don’t have to hide and hide like this, in the middle of the night, against the wind, on the balcony where two people can’t stand Go on a tryst.

"You really know how to coax me."

He pinched my frozen red ears and held my hand to watch me crawl back.

"It will be fine, with me."

I quietly went upstairs and returned to my room, and heard Xia Jie turn over on the bed, asking: "What are you doing?"

"Drink the milk and plan to sleep."

I hid the roses behind my back.