Waiting for You in a City

Song Yan and Xu Qin returned to the house again, but the two were silent all the way. The reason is that Xu Qin said the words that kept him downstairs: "It's so cold, go up for a cup of tea."

The heating in the house was strong, the snowflakes melted, and wetting the clothes bit by bit.

Xu Qin took off his coat, and inexplicably felt that this **** movement had an unusual meaning. She unconsciously pulled the skirt lightly.

"I'll make tea." She walked into the kitchen.

Song Yan came in with slippers and left the coat on the sofa.

Xu Qin plugged the kettle and put the tea leaves into the cup.

When I looked back, I saw Song Yan sitting on the sofa, playing with the three long pieces of candy in his hand, and the gummy candy dangling in his hand. It was so rare that he had such leisure.

Xu Qin walked over: "Try one."

She pulled one from his hand and crouched beside the coffee table to tear the bag.

Song Yan loosened his hand slightly, raised his eyelids, glanced at Xu Qin, and continued to play with the remaining sugar. Xu Qin ripped the package and handed the sugar to his mouth across the coffee table: "Try it."

This time, he bowed his head and took a bite.

"You didn't eat it just now," Xu Qin said.

"It was different just now." Song Yan said.

"How is it different?"

"You weren't my girlfriend just now." Song Yan looked at her eyes.

It is now.

Xu Qin's heart was sweet, but he didn't write it on his face. He asked, "Is it delicious?"

Song Yan's mouth twitched: "Acid."

"Eh?" Xu Qin also took a bite, but his eyebrows squeezed together, "This taste is sour than before." Turned over and looked at the packaging.

In the gap between the two eating sugar, the water in the kettle began to churn over the kitchen, and the sound of boiling water came to the living room, which was particularly loud.

Xu Qin glanced at the kettle, and withdrew his gaze, which happened to be in front of Song Yan. She smiled unconsciously.

"Laughing?"

Xu Qin shook his head: "I don't know. There is no reason."

Song Yan asked: "Happy with me?"

Xu Qin nodded: "Happy."

"I see it." He smiled too, a little man's compliment in the smile, but it had more other meanings.

"Why are you laughing?"

Song Yan shook his head.

When the water boiled, Xu Qin got up, picked up the kettle, and poured the water into the glass.

The boiling water envelops the tea leaves, and the leaves stretch out and roll up and down in the water.

Behind him, Song Yan approached and hugged her, her chin rubbing against her temples, and rubbed back and forth gently.

Xu Qin trembles.

He lowered his head and dropped a kiss on her neck.

She closed her eyes, like a flash of electricity, her hands pressed against the marble table.

He returned to her ear and asked in a low voice:

"Did you miss me?"

Xu Qin's eyes were sour and he nodded: "Thought."

"How much do you think?" Song Yan said.

She shuddered sharply, tipped her feet, and rested her head on his shoulder.

He grabbed her hands with the other hand, clasped her hands back, and stayed away from the two glasses of boiling water on the table: "Be careful."

In the cup, soaked in boiling water, the tea leaves slowly stretched like blooming petals.

"Talk." He dialed playfully.

"I want to." This is the truth.

"Know what I am going to do next?"

"know."

"Think?"

She whispered softly: "If you don't want to, you will not be invited to go upstairs for tea."

He suddenly lowered his head and laughed, buried a few laughs in her neck, the laughter oscillated in her ear, and then returned to her ear, saying: "Xu Qin, you are very good."

"I have always been very good," she said, "as good as she was then."

At that time, she also deliberately picked him: "What are they doing?"

Thinking of the past, Xu Qin's thoughts were overwhelmed. Yes, she was never a good little piece of wood. When she was with him, she was a living person with good and bad.

How could she forget such an important matter.

The hot water in the cup overturned on the table, the tea was spread over the table, and the hot water flowed over.

With long hair spreading back, he brushed her hair and kissed her:

"Xu Qin, remember?"

"Remember--" Xu Qin murmured, "I want to hug you--"

Song Yan kissed and grasped her hand, she realized what she was about to pull back her hand, and when he was pressed tightly by him, she still struggled.

"Xu Qin."

"Ok?"

"You're a little bit better. I'm hurt." He has a hoarse voice, smiling.

"..."

Xu Qin felt that he was counted by him, but he didn't dare to touch it.

Song Yan's black eyes stared at her face, her cheeks flushed like blooming peach blossoms, and her eyes were wet as snow melted.

Facing each other, Xu Qin saw that his eyes were extremely dark and the wolf was generally dangerous, but she felt that she would not come out even if she was addicted.

Outside the window, snowflakes flew.

In the quiet interior, the spring flowers are blooming.

After the storm passed, he lowered his head against her soaked forehead. Her eyes were slack and she hadn't recovered.

He took her face and dropped a kiss, like pressing a promise.