kiss Me

The homestay is halfway up the mountain. Their rooms have floor-to-ceiling windows, and they can see the red maples all over the mountain from a distance. The overly thick colors bring a sense of story, which reminds people of other things that are equally enthusiastic, such as the red line seen all the way up the mountain. There are also marriages tied by red threads, and dense wish signs.

Lin Wu nestled on the small sofa by the window to rest, drank the last sip of the milk tea she bought before going up the mountain, and sighed half-jokingly: "The takeaway can't be delivered, it seems that I will be forced to eat healthy."

After thinking about it, I added: "But no one disturbs you, it's not bad to be quiet."

It seems that a certain common wish of them has been fulfilled in disguise, and no one can disturb them about staying together in no one's place—except sometimes the boss comes to deliver the meals provided by the homestay.

"You can go out to eat if you can't deliver it, and it's not isolated from the world." Qin Shu walked behind him, not interested in the scenery outside the window, but asked him logically, "Is there any place you want to go today? Or you want to rest first..."

After all, it was a night on the train, so Lin Wu insisted on sharing a bed with him, and talked until he was so sleepy that he yawned before reluctantly willing to sleep. The quality of sleep would not be very good.

However, Lin Wu looked in Fenglin's direction and was silent for a moment, but still shook his head, and turned to look at him: "Brother, let's go ask for a lottery—ask for a marriage, so that it can be hung on a tree."

His brother doesn't believe this, and he knows it without thinking about it. In fact, he may not believe it himself. He just feels that since Qin Shu asked him if he could postpone it appropriately last night, some kind of change has taken place in their relationship, making the matter of seeking love for a long time become a thing of the past. It is reasonable, and there is no need to find other reasons to beat around the bush.

It is worth keeping a souvenir, such as a marriage lottery hanging on a tree with a red string.

Seeing the anticipation flickering in his eyes, Qin Shu was taken aback, and felt that this matter could not simply be understood as satisfying the children's wishes, but rather, it seemed that the word "marriage" had endowed it with a more long-term and profound meaning. It's a meaning that's foreign to him.

But can he accept this meaning?

The familiar daze surged up again, reminding him of receiving Lin Wu's love letter many years ago, and for the first time he felt uneasy about his inability to understand feelings—just like now he is still unwilling to make easy promises, worried that one day he will break his promise, I even started to regret what I said impulsively last night, and gave the child rash expectations.

As if aware of his hesitation, Lin Wu stretched out his hand to hold his sleeve, and said in a relaxed tone, "Brother, don't think about it too much, there are so many signs on the tree, how can the gods have time to look at them one by one, and if you talk about faith, you will never be able to see it." Believe it or not, just hang around and play."

Qin Shu lowered his eyes: "Then do you believe it?"

He thought that Lin Wu would say "believe", at least he was willing to believe in these words of good wishes, but Lin Wu shook his head, and it was rare to accept the smile in the words, looked at him and said: "I don't believe it, I only believe you ——But brother, if you are really willing to hang a marriage lottery with me, I will feel that all the gods in the world are on my side."

He knew Qin Shu's character of doing what he said too well, and he knew that if his brother was willing to accompany him to make a wish, he would definitely want to realize his wish, and he would not pin his hopes on some illusory god.

Qin Shu was slightly stunned, he saw the red maple trees all over the mountains in his eyes, and the romantic wishes hanging on the red ropes on both sides of the mountain roads made him want to kiss him for no reason.

Then the weird impulse was put into reality, he raised his hand to cover the boy's eyes, and pressed an abrupt kiss on the corner of his lips.

"Then go," he heard himself whisper, "I have a lot of time to study your wish repeatedly."

After a long time, when he recalled this day and these three months, he realized that his understanding of feelings was absurd at the beginning. It was formed by the accumulation of many so-called "temporary impulses". All impulses were postponed and condensed to three months, as a bargaining chip for understanding feelings.

Like a gamble that happened naturally but was not equal, fortunately he won the bet.

The place to ask for a lottery is on the top of the mountain, in the temple. They will step on the door that is about to be closed and click in. After a few minutes, they come out again, and there is one more person in their hand, a small wooden lottery, and the name is printed on the back with old movable type. , rather than seeking fate and asking divination, it is more like some kind of concentric lock ceremony. It is said that two people tie their respective lottery knots and hang them together.

Strange to say, I saw lottery hanging on the maple trees along the road, but now it was my turn, but I didn't know where to hang it - Lin Wu picked up the lottery by twisting the red string, and faced the afterglow of the setting sun. Look, I thought that if this little thing could really make his love go smoothly, maybe he should have asked his brother to ask for one ten years ago.

After thinking about it, he felt that the credibility was not high, otherwise he would not have seen two signatures with the same handwriting and the same name on the way here, and the other hanging on the side had changed people.

However, the next second he believed it a little bit.

When a couple coming towards each other passed by them, Qin Shu pulled him into the shadow at the corner of the path, and pressed an inexplicable kiss on the side of his cheek.

"It is said in the book that you can experience a strong sense of happiness by kissing suddenly when the other party is concentrating on other things." Probably because he also thought it was absurd, Qin Shu smiled helplessly and explained softly, "Forget it, the main reason It's to make way for people, and they look anxious."

The little fox covered the place where he kissed, and he was stunned for a few seconds before he realized it. What he thought in his heart was "you can't talk too much, so this thing is really useful", but then changed it to a sentence, did you experience it? .

Qin Shu would not lie to him, looked at the densely packed lottery behind him, shook his head honestly, and tasted a certain sense of loneliness that passed by for no reason, as if the surroundings were full of happiness that belonged to others, and there were so many burning passions. love and expectation, but he can't understand it, so he seems out of tune with the world.

Lin Wu didn't seem to be surprised, he took a symbolic look at no one in front of him, then leaned up to look for his lips, the words he said were crushed between his lips, and he said something vaguely, so let's experience it a few more times.

It was a subconscious reaction to turn against the guest. When he came back to his senses, he was kissed by Qin Shu on the tree. The sound of the fine wood chips colliding in his ears was the mountain wind blowing, and the wish of others to pray for a long-lasting marriage was clamoring.

As if eager to find his own desire, the way Qin Shu kissed him was also a little anxious, enduring the eagerness of a rough attack, very much like a knife wrapped in layers of soft cloth, but forcefully pierced into his body , No one can tell when the last layer of fabric will be cut, and whether the blade will hurt him.

No way—Lin Wu thought in a daze, even if it cut his body, it wouldn't hurt his soul at all.

Thinking of this, I calmed down, let go of my defenses and accepted the overloaded kiss, not letting my body react instinctively, but my hand clenched the stick in the palm bit by bit, and the thin wood slices pierced into the flesh, a little bit pain.

Then that hand was held by someone, and the cool fingers penetrated into his fingers, which naturally became fingers intertwined, and the sign that got in the way hung on his index finger and almost slipped off.

He thinks that Qin Shu is actually very contradictory sometimes, he obviously wants to hurt him, but he doesn't allow anything from the outside world to hurt him - this kind of contradictory possessiveness makes his heart beat wildly and burn uncontrollably.

The moist aquatic breath is wrapped in a light blood, and the tip of the tongue is sucked and congested, like being burned by the red leaves of the prairie fire. The hot tingling rushes into the throat along the nerves, giving him a certain illusion that it is about to overflow — but it is also impossible to tell exactly what is about to overflow, and when it will completely burst the dike.

When he started to lack oxygen, he couldn't stand still, and subconsciously grabbed Qin Shu's clothes, scratching gently like a small animal, trying to make his brother lighter and give him room to breathe.

But the breeder seemed to have misunderstood it. After a pause, he stopped, and then put his arms around his back and brought him into his arms, letting him lean on himself slowly instead of leaning against the tree behind him.

Qin Shu looked down at the shattered water in his eyes, then lowered his head to kiss his eyelids, licking away the tiny teardrops very gently, without any urgency to tear him apart before.

"Now it seems to be experienced."

The reaction of the hypoxic brain was also slow. He thought about this sentence several times before he understood what Qin Shu said in a daze. Is that enough? I thought this kind of thing would be addictive.”

Qin Shu ruffled his hair, messed it up with his own hands and smoothed it out patiently, and played charades with him softly: "But I want you to be addicted even more."

Already addicted—Lin Wu didn’t say this sentence, looked at the bright red leaves above his head, and thought silently in his heart that he really liked Qin Shu because he was out of control, impulsive, showing paranoid possessiveness, like a perfect Artifacts reveal flaws that only he can see, and thus become real.

A few minutes later, the two of them finally got down to business, and hung the marriage lottery on the tree—the tree that Lin Wu leaned against.

"Won't that work?" He twisted the thin red rope and said half-jokingly, "Kissing in front of the gods."

Qin Shu didn't speak. Watching him fasten the two signed cards together, he said something that was not very respectful, but his expression was still focused. He thought that he probably believed it a little bit, but he didn't say it.

He also thought that what the book said was correct, at least when he saw the other party's focused profile, he did have the urge to kiss for a moment.

According to the instructions of the person who signed the lottery, after hanging up the signboards, one has to bow three times to the tree, and silently recite the wish in the bottom of the heart, so that the gods can hear it.

Lin Wu came over to pull him together, and said very seriously that he would put his hands together and close his eyes to read silently - it reminded him of many years ago, when he was a child for his birthday, the child said that he had nothing in particular, but he would still answer every question. He took a birthday cake and made a wish seriously, so when it was his birthday, he would always give Lin Wu the chance to make a wish once a year.

Now it is the first time for people who do not believe in God to pray to God, and the wish has nothing to do with themselves but has something to do with it.

"Then let's hope his wishes come true."