Chapter 94 Your sketchbook is my album Lazy Cat 63
Winter vacation is coming, and Jun Changqian said that he will have a week or two of vacation. After arranging the company's affairs, he will come to Q City. He plans to take me out for a walk first, and then return to Jun's house to celebrate the Spring Festival before the year.
Naturally, I said yes. Since Uncle Zhong is not here in S City, it is inevitable that he will hear news about his relationship with Ji Min'en. Of course, Xiaoqing might also come to visit.
But when I started my vacation, Jun Changqian's vacation had not yet arrived.
So, when I was bored in City Q, I could only kill time in a book bar very close to the school. There was heating here and it was not expensive. I could just order a cup of coffee and sit there all day long.
On the third day of the winter vacation, there was a man sitting where I usually sat in the book bar. He was a boy with black-rimmed glasses and chestnut hair. Seeing me choosing a book, he immediately stood up and stepped aside, raised the corner of his mouth and smiled:
"I thought you wouldn't come."
When did I get noticed? I looked at the boy in front of me. He was about 178 in height and was only wearing a woolen sweater. His coat was not visible on the back of the chair. It was very common for people to go out without wearing a coat in this weather.
Few, the person in front of me either has a good physique, or he has demeanor rather than warmth.
I've always been able to avoid boys who strike up a conversation, but the person in front of me has a pair of eyes hidden behind black-rimmed glasses. He can't be said to be very charming, but his eyes are sincere and peaceful. Where have I seen these eyes before?
Yes, on the day we first entered school, it seemed that it was his reception for us as freshmen. At that time, he saw me being led by Jun Changqian to register. He seemed to shake his head helplessly, and then enthusiastically guided us to the registration office. At that time,
I remember seeing his name, his surname was Li, and his name was Li Hexi.
"I saw you sitting here reading a book two days ago. You sat there all day long. Haven't you gone home to celebrate the New Year?" He put his hands on the book and said to me.
Since I was an alumnus and a senior, out of politeness, I smiled and nodded, but I didn't intend to say more to him and buried my head in the pile of books.
Some people compare knowledge to the ocean. I was immersed in this book and couldn't extricate myself. I didn't realize it until the sky faded.
Just when I saw the charming place, someone came forward and knocked on my desk, reminding me in a low voice: "Classmate, the book bar is closing."
Looking up from the book, I was a little confused. He smiled and explained: "During the winter vacation, the business hours here have been adjusted and are only open until 6 p.m."
It gets dark early in winter. When he looked outside, the lights were already on. He pushed up his glasses and said, "Come back tomorrow."
I turned around and saw that there were many bookshelves, but there were only two of us left in the entire book bar. Even the girl making coffee at the bar had gone off work. So, who will close this book bar?
I nodded gratefully to him to express my gratitude for the reminder, and then he said: "If I don't remind you, I won't be able to get off work."
He smiled, with a playful look in his eyes.
"Do you want to go back to the dormitory? Oh no, you don't seem to live on campus." He turned back to the chair at the bar and took his coat. As he walked out, he said: "Come on, I'm going back to school and I'll see you off on the way.
go back."
It was just a drop-in, so there was no need to refuse in a hurry. I stood outside the door and watched him put down the rolling shutter door and lock it. After getting up, he said: "When the Spring Festival comes, the roads are not safe. The school is on holiday recently, and there are fewer people around here.
It's not safe for you as a girl."
He was quite talkative, and his voice was heard all the way. Halfway through, he seemed to have remembered something and said, "Ah, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Li Yangxi, majoring in law. I am a junior this year."
I remember having an impression that my name was Li Hexi, but it turned out to be Li Yangxi, which was a nice name. I said, "I am Jun Buyu, please take good care of me."
After saying this, I started laughing myself. This sentence should have been said on the day of registration, and I was a semester late.
Unexpectedly, Jun Changqian, who was not coming for another week, actually showed up downstairs where we rented his apartment early, wearing a business suit and a long black woolen coat, with a slightly tired look on his face. I don’t know where he had just flown.
Seeing my stunned look, Li Yangxi also raised his eyes to look at Jun Changqian, and then asked me half-jokingly: "Who is your boyfriend?"
I shook my head, I also wished he was my boyfriend.
I felt that when Li Yangxi sent me back, out of politeness, he should introduce him to Jun Changqian.
Jun Changqian didn't move, just stood there with complicated eyes. He just waited until he got closer to look again, but he returned to his usual calm look.
"Uncle, have you just gotten off the plane?" His face looked tired, and I couldn't help but want to smooth his slightly furrowed eyebrows.
He nodded slightly towards me and looked at Li Yangxi.
I said: "This is Senior Li Yangxi from the Department of Law, and this is my brother-in-law Jun Changqian."
The two of them greeted each other, and Jun Changqian asked Li Yangxi if he wanted to go up and sit. Li Yangxi said it would be another day, as you had just gotten off the plane and had a good rest.
Jun Changqian naturally came to take my hand, held it in his hand and complained: "It's so cold, why don't you wear gloves when you go out?"
I guess he had been outside for a long time and his hands were not very warm. I turned to him and said, "It takes fifty steps to laugh at a hundred steps. Why are you waiting outside?"
"I came in a hurry and forgot the key." This embarrassing thing seemed so ordinary to him. A warmth rose in his heart. Was he in a hurry to see me?
He carried his suitcase upstairs and asked casually: "Is your senior Li Yangxi the one who published a paper in a well-known magazine in the legal field?"
Is he so famous? To be honest, in school, except for Sumino Hitomi, I know very few boys, and because of his relationship, few girls get close to me, and I rarely pay attention to the school.
As for the dynamics here, I really don’t know whether this Li Yangxi and the Li Yangxi who published the paper are the same person.
I had no choice but to answer truthfully: "I just met him today. I have been going to the book bar to read in the past few days. He seems to be working in the book bar. He will send me back early depending on the weather."
In the end I couldn't help but explain.
Jun Changqian was thoughtful, and finally sighed: "My Fuyu has grown up~"
I didn't know what he meant, so I answered, "Of course, I'm a college student."
Because he had just arrived, he didn't plan to go out the next day, so he just stayed at home.
The weather a year ago was very good and the sun was shining brightly. When I woke up from the sunshine, I saw him sitting on the edge of my bed, flipping something in his hand.
I woke up a little and poked my head out to take a look. I was so scared that I jumped up and grabbed it with my hands. It was my sketchbook. From the age of twelve to the age of sixteen, in four years,
There is only one person in my writing, and the protagonist is appreciating the changes he has made in the past four years.
I moved so fast that I lost my balance and when I pulled his arm, I brought him down with me.
Okay, I created another bloody scene.
When he felt the touch on his lips, the passionate kiss he had during the drunken night that night immediately came to mind. His face became extremely hot, and his heart kept beating like a drum.
Time seemed to be frozen. I thought he would withdraw from my lips at a very fast speed, but no. Before my brain could return to normal operation, his big palm came up and covered my lips.
Eyes. And lips, with a little force, kissed my two bright breasts.
It was like being struck by an electric current, and my brain was short-circuited for a moment.
He was kissing me! He was awake and not drinking. Did he know what he was doing?
I lay there in a daze, my eyes originally wide open, but they were covered by his palms, so I had to close my eyes. The visual obstruction made my senses more sensitive, as if there was a little snake slipping out of my heart.
Suddenly, all the limbs and bones were covered.
My lips were wet, and my teeth were opened by his very patient temptation. His moist and hot tongue came in inch by inch, and teased the tip of my tongue little by little. I thought I was about to die. I couldn't think about anything.
A vast expanse of white.
He held the back of my neck with one hand, and gently stroked my cheek with his slightly calloused thumb. The same hot hand made the temperature on my face rise a few degrees more.
The tip of the tongue was passively hooked, and occasionally it was sucked, and then the whole body trembled unbearably, and a low moan came out.
I thought I couldn't die like this. It would be too shameful to be brain-dead because of kissing. I raised my clenched fists slightly, trying to push him. But when I came into contact with him, I pushed him instead and grabbed his arm.
skirt.
It was a rare thing for Jun Changqian to kiss me. I tentatively stretched out my tongue, originally just intending to lick my lips that were a little swollen from his kiss, but as soon as I stretched out my tongue, someone grabbed it.
I guided it to his lips bit by bit, letting me outline his lips.
The morning sun was bright, and the sunlight filtered in through the gaps in the curtains that were not closed tightly, reflecting lightly on our bodies.
I don't know when his big palm moved away from my eyes. I secretly opened my eyes and met his somewhat blurred eyes.
He licked my lips, slightly opened the distance between us, put one hand on my side, and fixed my messy hair with the other, looked at me gently and asked: "Your sketchbook,
It’s my album. Huh?”
His voice was rough and sweet, and the faint fragrance of gardenia seemed to reach me through his kiss.
When such an embarrassing thing was discovered, his face, which had not lost its heat just now, started to heat up again, and he replied vehemently: "No! There are also several books with paintings drawn by other people."
"Really?" He laughed lowly, lowered his head again, held my lips in his mouth like a punishment, and kissed me deeply and tortured. This time, the tenderness just now was gone, and it made me gasp like a violent storm.
But I came here, as if to get rid of the shackles of many years, and as if the feelings I had been waiting for for a long time finally found a breakthrough to vent.
On such a bright morning, kissing the one I love has a wonderful start, it is not a dream I had before I woke up, how nice it is!
