Pretend to be nice

The rain was falling fast and retreating quickly, like a child who rushed into the stage before he was ready, lost all the candies in the bag at once, and left the stage helplessly.

The remaining water droplets streaked across the leaves of the sycamore tree, forming small shining suns in the puddles.

When Lin Guan came out again, the child had already tidied up his clothes and put on his pants, sat obediently on the sofa, frowning and drinking ginger soup from a bowl, as if he was doing something serious.

Lin Gu'an took another towel and handed it to her.

The child took a mouthful of ginger soup and put the finished bowl on the table, saying: "The temperature is almost here, drink it quickly." Then he took the towel in her hand and changed the wet one on her head. .

"Go and dry your hair", Lin Gu'an didn't answer her words, but just urged her.

The obedient Li Qinghe walked towards the room with a towel on his head.

Li Qinghe's hair was already half-dried, and Li Qinghe's hair was soft and soft. He didn't have the trouble of blowing out his hair. He blew it randomly for a while, and combed it again, and he tossed out a decadent hairstyle. He wagged his tail and looked for someone.

Lin Gu'an put the cleaned bowls in the cabinet, looked at the big dog with messy hair, sighed for no reason, and raised his hand to help her smooth the messy hair.

Li Qinghe didn't know why, but he lowered his head to rub her. She was 1.7 meters and [-] meters tall, six centimeters taller than Lin Guan.

"What are you going to do next?"

Li Qinghe squinted his eyes comfortably after being rubbed, and replied subconsciously without any thought: "I don't know."

Lin Gu'an let go of his hands and asked casually, "Do you want to watch a movie?"

Li Qinghe's eyes lit up, and he asked, "Are you alright?"

"The student is on leave."

The two discussed the topic of movies, and finally decided to order takeaway for dinner, then wash some fruit and go to Li Qinghe's room to watch a movie.

It was already late when I got home and I took a shower, so I simply didn't start the fire, and ordered takeaway. By the time I finished eating, it was already past eight o'clock in the evening.

Outside the window, there is only the crescent moon covered by extremely thin clouds and the sound of leaves blown by the wind.

After the two cleaned up the packing bags, Lin Guan entered the room to turn on the computer, and Li Qinghe cut the fruit in the kitchen.

Lin Gu'an pushed open the door to turn on the light, and fumbled to turn on the computer.

Lin Guan walked around the child's room with interest. He said it was, but he just walked a few steps to see the changes in this room. After all, compared to the other two rooms, this room can only reach half of them. Some time ago, the simple wooden bed was put together against the wall on three sides. On the left side, seven or eight transparent shoe boxes were put together to form a simple shelf. There were various SLRs and lenses in it, and the guitar was leaning against it.

The black door-shaped iron frame on the right is hung with clothes of monotonous colors. This is where the bath towels were taken when he first arrived. Li Qinghe has few clothes, and there are only four or five sets of clothes here plus the clothes drying outside. Two small boxes, which should be for small clothes.

Under the wall directly opposite the window is a table bought by Li Qinghe himself, and a desktop computer with a 48.9-foot curved screen is placed on it. The computer looks a bit exaggerated, as big as most TV screens. This is why they don’t go out to watch movies. One of the reasons is that Li Qinghe proudly stated that watching movies on his computer is definitely not inferior to the movie theater experience.

Compared with clothes, Li Qinghe is not stingy about the expenses in this aspect. Lin Guan doesn't know much about these things, but he also feels that the prices of these things must be indispensable.

There was a knock on the door, and Lin Guan opened the door to get the takeaway from the brother in yellow. The dry pot takeaway he ordered just now came with a small bottle of homemade iced bayberry wine as a gift from the store. The wine is not strong but sour and sweet. , very similar to fruit juice, both of them liked it very much, so they simply opened the delivery software and ordered a large bottle.

Li Qinghe cut the fruit and put it on a plate, walked over, looked at where Lin Guan was holding the wine pestle, and asked doubtfully, "What's the matter? Sit down."

Lin Gu'an nodded, took the fruit plate in her hand, grapes, cantaloupe, watermelon, which could be regarded as a rich variety, and nodded in satisfaction.

Li Qinghe only knows how to buy watermelon. Every time he goes to the fruit shop, he goes around two or three times, and then he only pays for the watermelon, as if he can't remember the existence of other fruits.

She added the other fruits in the refrigerator, otherwise this fruit plate could only be called a watermelon plate.

Li Qinghe put the wine aside, put the pillow on the wall by the window, so that he could lean on later, then lifted the quilt and asked Lin Guan to sit first.

Turn out the small table that can be placed on the bed and put the fruit.

I found two glasses to pour wine by myself, dragged the chair outside, found out the movie I just picked, closed the door and turned off the lights and climbed into bed.

Lin Gu'an watched her busy, moving around like a big hamster, and chuckled softly.

Li Qinghe didn't know why, so he continued to climb inside.

Lin Guan wore cool clothes at home, with a vest and shorts showing a large area of ​​skin, Li Qinghe went to bed in the dark, and his calf touched the warm skin.

The child's face was thin, and his body froze instantly.

Lin Gu'an didn't speak, and didn't move away, took a sip from the glass filled with pink wine, and stared at the screen.

The person being touched didn't take it seriously, and Li Qinghe didn't have the nerve to hold back. He paused for a while and half-lyed next to Lin Guan, pulled the quilt over the two of them, turned his head and concentrated on watching the movie

The beginnings of old movies are similar. The antique black iron car stopped at the door, and a man wearing leather shoes got out of the car. It was a refined man in a three-piece suit, and he walked into the manor with a suitcase.

Li Qinghe didn't watch it very seriously, because she was learning to be a director, she would always involuntarily think about the filming techniques of the movie when watching movies, and instead lost interest in watching movies.

Compared with watching a movie, the people next to her are more attractive to her.

He ate a piece of watermelon as if to cover up, but ran to the side out of the corner of his eye.

No wonder others say that eating with good-looking people can eat two more bowls, and Li Qinghe unknowingly ate more than half of the watermelon, maybe there is also a reason for this.

In the darkness, Lin Guan sighed.

"Um?"

Lin Gu'an fed her a grape, and his fingertip touched her lips inadvertently.

Soft, warm and moist.

On the screen, the elegant man standing in front of the hotel in the dark night chatting with the writer, the writer said that the pastor will leave soon.

Lin Gu'an's fingers pressed against her lips, and his thumbs rubbed against her soft lips.

Li Qinghe held the grape in his mouth, and when he bit it lightly, the sweet juice was revealed.

The slightly cool water glides over the sensitive fingertips, causing a shiver.

The man frowned, his eyes were dazed, he couldn't understand the writer's words, and impatiently wanted to turn around and leave. The writer didn't bother him to leave, so he could only smoke a cigarette and finally said, "Persians say sleep is the best." rose."

Lin Guan moved his hand away, rubbed his fingertips unintentionally, turned his head to look at the screen, and said, "Don't just eat watermelon."

Li Qinghe agreed in a muffled voice, biting the grape in his mouth, the sweet and greasy pulp stirred in his mouth.

The little girl sat on the man's body and got close to him.

It's like this at a young age, and I feel embarrassed when I see the scene of getting close, so Li Qinghe pulled up the quilt to cover half of his face.

The quilt was rolled up again, Lin Gu'an glanced at her.

Li Qinghe would be fascinated by watching this, and didn't pay attention.

She didn't say anything, and took a sip of the wine, the cold liquid suppressed the hotness on the tip of her tongue.

Li Qinghe saw it, and drank his own wine in one gulp, then took the wine bottle and refilled the glasses of the two of them.

This is not a happy movie with a positive meaning. The more it goes on, the more suffocating it becomes. The two of them watched in silence, no one moved the fruit plate, and drank a lot of wine instead.

Seeing the haggard look of the little girl married into a woman and pregnant with a child, Li Qinghe, who had already known the ending, still let out a sigh.

The man sitting in the car looked far away, whispering Lolita, Lolita.

Li Qinghe also called out to Lolita, his tone erratic and regretful.

Lin Gu'an was a little tipsy, looked at the wine bottle, only to realize that he had drunk to the bottom without knowing it.

The bayberry wine tastes like fruit juice, so sour and sweet that people forget that this wine is also soaked in white wine. After drinking glass after glass, its stamina emerges suddenly.

Lin Gu'an's alcohol capacity is not bad, but after drinking half a bottle, his head is still groggy.

Turning his head to look at the child next to him, staring straight at the paused screen, he was still muttering about Lolita, as if he was already drunk.

Lin Gu'an leaned against the wall for a while and wanted to drag Li Qinghe to wash up.

Li Qinghe was unmoved, and when he raised his eyes to look at her, his slack eyes became focused, and someone's name changed in his mouth.

"Lin Gu'an", the lowered voice always looks extra affectionate, not to mention she is looking at you intently with light amber eyes.

Lin Gu'an refused her, took her hand and tugged again.

The docile puppy stood up unsteadily, and said in a cute voice with a bit of milk: "Sister."

Lin Gu'an was stunned, his inconspicuous Adam's apple moved, and he only replied yes.

The fingertips stained red by the bayberry juice took her by the hand and walked to the bathroom.

Children who are drunk and crazy are very annoying.

Just now he was docile to the puppy, but now he is so stubborn, he pushed Lin Guan on the sink, put his arms around her waist from behind, roguely pressed against her face, and refused to accept her toothbrush filled with toothpaste.

The body that had been anesthetized by alcohol was like a rusty machine that couldn't work, so he was forced to put his arms on the cold tiles of the sink to support the two of them to stand firm.

Li Qinghe's tall hands are also wide, tightly gripping his slender waist, and the hands that hold the DSLR all the year round are covered with thick calluses, which generate a burst of electric current when rubbing.

Lin Gu'an felt hot and uncomfortable, the place where the two of them were touching was sweating thinly, sticky and greasy, Lin Gu'an panted and patted his arms tightly.

The child who made trouble on her body misunderstood, and the arms holding her tightened a bit, lowered his head to her ear, lowered his voice, and called his sister over and over again.

The soft hair brushed past her ears, causing a burst of numbness. She bit her lower lip and swallowed the whisper that had reached her lips.

The fingers that pinched the edge of the sink were tightened and loosened, and he could only coax in a hoarse voice: "Hey, brush your teeth, okay?" Lin Guan has a cold personality, and it is difficult for her to speak soft words, but now he is coaxing , I felt ashamed and turned my head.

However, the child contentedly rubbed against the hot soft face next to him, and the corner of his mouth inadvertently brushed across the delicate skin.

The red knuckles pinched the edge of the sink again.

Satisfied, Li Qinghe obediently took the toothbrush to wash.

Lin Gu'an regained his freedom, and felt a relaxed coolness at the place where he was close to just now. Lin Gu'an propped up his limp legs, heaved a sigh of relief, gradually returned to his senses, and cast a shameful glance at the bad dog.

Li Qinghe, with white foam stuck to the corner of his mouth, gritted his toothbrush and smiled silly at her.

Lin Guan sighed helplessly.

I thought it was over like this, but Li Qinghe, who had finished washing, was still at her door, aggrieved and refusing to leave.

Lin Gu'an blocked the door, refusing to let her in.

"This was supposed to be my room,"

"It's not anymore," Lin Gu'an took a tough attitude and insisted on principles.

"Sister", the child lowered his eyes and shouted angrily.

Lin Gu'an was unmoved.

"Sister", the child tugged at the corner of her clothes, aggrieved and pitiful.

Lin Guan was silent.

"Sister, please," tearfully.

Lin Gu'an dragged her to the small room by the door, pressed her to lie down,

The big dog's eyes were wet, and he only looked at her, feeling aggrieved and pitiful.

Lin Gu'an bent down and rubbed the puppy's head, and looked at her tenderly with Qiushui's eyes, the corners of the raised eyes were charming and bewitching.

"Good night", Sister Yu's voice was low and gentle.

Li Qinghe, who was bewitched, pulled the quilt to cover himself by mistake.

The room was dark, and the sound of footsteps outside the door gradually disappeared.

The sound of the bedding rubbing broke the silence of the room, and the face that was blushing with the quilt had returned to its original fairness. Li Qinghe tossed and turned on the bed with his eyes closed, his mind was very confused, suddenly he was a little girl in a movie, and the next moment was a thin mattress The owner of the lingering fragrance.

The places I touched just now are like ants crawling, numb and grinding.

The cold washbasin, the touch of warm skin friction, the round earlobes like jade,

In the movie, the little girl lying on the grass and reading a book turned into Lin Guan, her white silk dress wet with water droplets, outlining a concave and convex curve.

Lin Gu'an, who wore long hair tied to one side and wore glasses, stroked her protruding belly with tired and gentle eyes.

Li Qinghe clamped the messy quilt, raised his hands to cover his face, and slowly and heavily curled up into a ball.

Then there was only heavy breathing in the room.

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Film excerpt from "Lolita"