I woke up in the middle of the night with a dry mouth and a dull pain in my chest. I walked to the window to get a drink. The rumble echoed in my ears again. I stretched out my arms and gently covered my ears.
See the fiery red fire blazing into the sky.
Although it was only a week since the last explosion, the anticipation of seeing her became even more profound.
When Wen Hao came over to change my dressing yesterday, he laughed at me for being in heat and said that I always laughed for no reason. I shook my head disdainfully and refused to deny it.
But who doesn’t know? The person who looked at the ring and silently recited my fiancée’s name at night was not me.
But men are all about saving face, so I couldn’t expose it in front of him. After all, apart from her, the only person in the world who washes my underwear is a literary giant.
An explosion ended so many years of grievances and made Philadelphia Street Fighter Xia Haoyu disappear from people's sight. It just made me unsure whether that stupid girl could see the signal I left for her.
By the way, I am probably the only man in Philadelphia who stuffs notes into masturbators, but I am afraid there is only Lin Duoduo who knows that his husband will smash the masturbators and put things in them.
After all, I am the only one who owns the key to the wine cellar, and I once hid it there.
I just want to wait patiently, I have a hunch that we will meet soon.
Even though my ears often cannot hear the conversations of people around me, it is not a big deal to me. This city likes to rain. Rain makes my mind calm and makes me often think about the past.
The red wine on the table was brewed by Lao Ma himself. I have always been worried about his departure. If the clues could be contained immediately after discovering the clues, would these tragedies happen?
The rumble of thunder sounded in my ears. I turned and looked out the window, and the pouring rain came again.
I turned around and poured the red wine on the table, sat in front of the table with a glass in hand, took out the ring on my chest, and couldn't help but laugh.
Suddenly her voice rang in my ears: "Hey, do you need water?"
When my aunt was alive, she often told the five of us with a smile that things in the world are unpredictable, but they are destined. I was still young at that time, and I didn't believe it.
I call her Auntie. This is a customary name, just like how many elders treat their juniors. She is gentle, virtuous, and has a gentle personality. In my opinion, she is an intellectual and beautiful woman.
The literary giant once joked that you have similar eyebrows. I smiled and shook my head, perhaps because I longed for the word mother deep in my heart. Although I seemed indifferent, I respected and loved her very much.
She can cook a good dish, wear different styles of cheongsam, shuttle around this big house, make coffee, make desserts, Chinese style, in short, as long as the five of us can name it, she can basically do it.
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She likes guzheng, can embroider, and can call the five of us by our names in a soft voice.
I didn't pay much attention to this woman who suddenly broke into our midst at first, but every time I came back from going out to do errands, I would see her sitting in the living room waiting. As time went by, I sensitively collected everything about her.
I knew everything, except that I didn't know that the similarity between the eyebrows and eyes mentioned by the literary hero turned out to be true.
I never thought that her leaving was because of me.
She was wearing a plain cheongsam that day, and when she ran over to block the bullet, I saw the panic on her face, and the smile on her face after she was frightened.
She was willing to block that shot for me. She was willing to give her life.
Later, I knew that she was none other than my mother,
Five years later, when I was walking in an alley in Philadelphia, I suddenly felt someone was following me. After a few casual interrogations, I found out that he was the one who sent me.
Just because, in two days, it will be her death anniversary again.
In the past five years, I have never overcome the guilt, panic, and fear in my heart. I don’t have the courage to go back and face her. As long as I drive to the blooming smile on the tombstone, I can feel that thousands of arrows are piercing my heart, and life is worse than death.
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The writer joked that I was "heartbroken". I shook my head and denied it, but in fact, that was the case.
There were still three days left before the anniversary of her death, and I still stayed up all night. Someone told me that someone in the capital had made some big noise, and asked me to be careful.
I shrugged. For a person whose heart is filled with despair, how can we talk about "being careful" or "being afraid"?
When I came out of Qingcheng, it was past ten o'clock in the evening. I felt like I was swaying under my feet. It turned out that I had just had a few too many drinks with the Irish businessman. The road was wet. In this kind of ghost weather, it would always rain inexplicably.
I squinted my eyes and walked forward. I could walk the road from Qingcheng to Juese even with my eyes closed, so I didn't have to worry about getting lost after drinking.
What I was fighting for today was brandy. As the saying goes, a thousand glasses of wine is too little for a close friend, and I feel depressed and uncomfortable, so I just drank freely. The whole caravan was left alone by me. As for me, I should not be drunk.
No, I should definitely say that I am definitely not drunk.
However, my stomach seemed to be burned by something, and my legs would stagger unconsciously. When I walked to the alley, I accidentally vomited.
The feeling of being drunk is really uncomfortable. It's just like being drunk, right?
Suddenly there was a sound of silver bells in my ears. It was an insignificant sound. At this time, I had no time to pay attention. I stood in the corner and just turned my head, I saw a figure standing not far away.
Striped shirt, long skirt, mild facial expression, unknown facial features, height of about 1.65 meters, wedge sandals.
After a quick glance, the identification was completed.
I laughed a little at myself. Am I a little bit like a warrior?
My stomach was churning again, and I turned around and bent towards the corner. The sour and bitter taste was mixed with the pungent smell of wine. Even I couldn't help but want to avoid it. The string of silver bells still sounded in my ears, and it hadn't turned around yet.
As I turned around, I heard a not-so-special voice ringing in my ears:
"Want some water?"
I glanced over, my eyes were full of water from vomiting just now, so I didn't see her clearly, so I just took the bottle of water and started gargling.
What depressed me was that when I turned around to return the level to the girl, she had disappeared.
This incident did not make a deep impression on me. In my opinion, this figure would stay in my drunken mind for five seconds at most and then disappear.
But what I didn't expect was that two days later, I was drunk in that alley again, and I heard the sound of the silver bell again.
I have always been curious about the existence of that voice. I always felt that I was having some kind of dream talk at that time. Perhaps it was the deep desire in my heart for a little bit of warmth that made me have such a strange dream.
Two times in a row, I paid one yuan for a bottle of mineral water. Normally, I would not drink it, but after vomiting, I felt like gargling my mouth with water. I have to say, it was really good.
For me, this figure only stayed for ten seconds at most.
A writer once asked me, where do men and women find the greatest pleasure? I raised my eyes and looked at him, looked at the curve of the corner of his mouth, and asked: "On the bed?"
I do not deny that this is true. When a man and a woman meet, their hormones are excessively secreted, they feel good about each other, and then they go to bed together.
In the past five years, I have met two women, and they all gave me this feeling. But that night, I suddenly dreamed that I was sleeping with another strange woman. Of course, it was not a casual affair.
Conquering a woman in bed is always a domineering thing, in my opinion, that's it. I thought her refusal to welcome her was purposeful, so I simply raised my waist and entered hard. But I was wrong, that tight feeling
, instantly made me feel special.
Two strange men and women were lying on the same bed. I slowly stroked her soft body, and when she felt sensitive, I decisively entered and ran between the beds.
For me, this impression lasted for forty minutes.
When you're done, throw down a card, get out, and leave.
I like to mix drinks. I can always mix drinks of various flavors and colors by putting them together. In my spare time, I will take my old horse to mix drinks together.
Gas came out with a "bang" sound, and the light blue liquid was mixed with a lemon slice. I was happy with my preparation.
When the writer came in, he looked at me in surprise and asked, "Did you win the lottery last night?"
I rolled my eyes at the writer, raised the wine glass on the table, and said lightly: "You?"
The writer snorted coldly, sat down in front of me, picked up the cocktail glass, and showed a proud smile on his face: "The place you slept in last night was a virgin, hahaha, we haven't met our prey for so long, Yu.
Brother, it’s okay if you don’t take action, but once you do, it will be amazing!”
I wanted to ask what was going on, but suddenly the snow-white and soft body on the bed last night flashed before my eyes, and I had some impression. However, my thoughts were unclear at that time, and the only thing I remembered was the last burst of pleasure.
"Brother Yu, the little girl said that she is a virgin. She was going to the bathroom. When we walked in, we saw a little red flower on the bed sheet. I have to admire you!" The literary man's laughter sounded again, and my
Suddenly, the image of the woman struggling in bed last night flashed before my eyes, making me slightly uneasy.
But Philadelphia is such a big city, how much trouble can a woman cause?
In the afternoon, a message came from Minghui that the new director from Beijing had settled in Yayuan. I was told to be more careful. The message showed that his working place was actually the Cultural Affairs Bureau.
I felt so bored that there was a strong wind in the evening. I put on my coat and went out. When I walked to the entrance of the alley, I unconsciously looked at the place where I threw the bottle. It was already empty.
After walking casually for a while, I suddenly heard a series of sounds like silver bells. Although it was very small, I still caught it. I followed the sound of the silver bells and the sound finally disappeared near Caidiexuan.
I looked around and saw her sitting by the window. Her long hair was slightly disheveled, her appearance was ordinary, and she had no characteristics. The impression lasted for one minute.
I left out of boredom, and when I passed by the window, I suddenly noticed the hickey on her neck, which made me a little panicked. No, to be precise, I never thought there would be such a coincidence.
The impression freezing time is ten minutes.
What made me think it was a coincidence even more was that her eyes were actually staring at the people in the photo that Minghui sent not long ago, which really surprised me.
Turning around and taking another look, I suddenly raised the corners of my mouth, walked forward swaggeringly, and called Wenhao: "Help me check that girl, yes, bring her back."
I have always suspected her identity. Coincidences and accidents have made me a little more curious about her than other things. The literary man laughed at me because I might be addicted to food. Of course he didn't know that I found it interesting.
When dealing with prey, I usually have two behaviors. The first one is to deal with difficult and difficult prey, as long as I find the exit and kill them with one move. The second one is to deal with cunning prey one step at a time.
So I made a joke with her, no, to be more precise, it was a test. Although I saw panic from her expression, there was no flaw in the panic. For agents who are willing to devote themselves to the mission, especially women
Agent, I want to try the second option.
Before she could fully react, I quickly took off my clothes, walked in front of her, stretched out my arms, and reached into her clothes.
Her reaction was as expected. I grabbed her breasts tightly with my palms. The softness of my fingertips made me get into the mood quickly. While teasing her, I admired her expression and stroked my fingertips from her chest to her thighs.
, from the inner test to the outer touch, she has been emphasizing that "she is not a lady", but unfortunately, her strength is too weak.
The more intense his reaction, the stronger my feeling. My fingers pulled open her underwear forcefully. Seeing two firm pieces of snow-white material appear in front of me, I smiled, leaned down, and kissed her.
Go up.
I consider myself a master among them, sucking her breasts while stroking her dense forest. Listening to her shouting no, I became more and more excited as I stroked her whole body. I liked her snow-white skin, and even more.
I liked her legs struggling under my thighs, so I held down her arms and kissed and licked her vagina with my tongue again and again. My fingers reached her vagina, which was already wet.
I turned over, pressed on her body, pushed my legs to my shoulders, thrust my body hard, and was bitten tightly by her, which immediately made me feel.
She was still struggling, and I couldn't help teasing her, swaying deep and thin under her body. I pinched her breasts with my fingertips slightly and looked at her with a smile, waiting for her to beg for mercy.
She was obviously stimulated by me. She made a babbling sound from her mouth. I knew that she was trying to hold back, so I couldn't help but thrust deeper. She said "ah" from her mouth, and I just felt like a tiger.
His body shook and he sprinted hard.
"Don't...don't do this..." she begged for mercy.
I still penetrated hard and couldn't help teasing her a few more words. The tight package made me feel hot all over. I pinched her entire vagina with my fingers, which was a bit strong. My index finger was still swinging her vagina at a very fast pace.
It got faster and faster, and finally I couldn't hold it back anymore and let it out.
Now that I think about it, she is indeed innocent.
When she knew it was a misunderstanding, she sent someone to follow her to Cai Die Xuan and captured the scene. She and Zhang Youze sat in the shadow of Cai Die Xuan and retrieved their bags.
On the zipper was a Winnie the Pooh, which made a crisp sound.
They had indeed just met, and I had a hunch that Zhang Youze was getting close to her. He must have noticed that she and I were close to each other the last two times, so I came up with this idea.
I waited at the entrance of the alley all night. From six o'clock to twelve o'clock, I didn't see her figure. The information showed that she worked in the printing shop at the end. I thought this was the only way for her to pass.
Twelve o'clock passed, and there were no drunken men returning home drunk, nor mineral water girls rushing to get off work, nor the crisp sound of the silver bells.
For this reason, she has been fixed in my heart for six hours.
After twelve o'clock, I was lying on the bed, thinking about what Han Wenhao said about her. Perhaps it was a little conscience deep in my heart that was silently causing trouble. I got up from the bed and walked to the room where we slept that night.
, the bright red flowers stood out against the white sheets, and I didn't sleep all night.
I thought it must be because of the rain in Philadelphia, so when the rain pounded on the window, I glanced at the window and decided to go find her,
Don't ask me why, and don't think my conscience has caught me. I don't know the specific reason. I just feel that maybe I want an apology.
I once saw a poet describing a sexy woman in a book - You running in the rain are like a jumping little sparrow, and you are also a sexy woman that makes me think about you for a long time.
This is the woman I saw at the door of the printing shop. My eyes were locked on her. When I looked carefully, I saw the woman with raindrops on her body and light and jumping steps. By the way, I remembered her name, Lin
A lot.
I bet again with myself that this woman is anything but simple. I pulled her into the room where we first stayed. The sheets were not changed and the items were not changed. The scene here once again stimulated the hormones in my body, and I moved her
Pushed against the wall and kissed hard.
Tongue kiss. Tastes good.
I don't like people rejecting me. Although I don't think what happened between us has anything to do with love, I admit that I really don't like her looking at me with hatred on her face and rejecting me.
I like the feeling of chasing prey, but I know clearly in my heart that this woman has nothing to do with prey. The evidence proves that she is indeed just an ordinary migrant worker.
Wenhao handed her a bank card for me, but she confiscated it.
We didn't leave any contact information between us, at all. But finding her number was a piece of cake.
Looking at the string of numbers and the red sheets, I felt an unusual irritability in my heart. After a few bottles of wine, I fell into a deep sleep.
For six days, we had no contact.
I still went to Qingcheng to drink, but less often. I still chatted with Minghui about the new director of the Cultural Affairs Bureau, but not about Lin Duoduo.
I dislike this name.
But all the disgust was piled up in my arms, and it still couldn't suppress my anger. The literary man came from behind, bumped my wine glass, and said with a smile: "If you want to go, just go. Otherwise, it will be someone else's."
Already."
Only then did I suddenly realize that I just didn’t like her rejection of me, and it didn’t affect our meeting, right?