The foxtail grass in April has grown to half knee height, but it is not yet mature and still maintains its stubborn upward posture.
Lying lazily in the dogtail grass, looking at the sky with half-squinted eyes, Zhang Dali couldn't help but think of a poem: "There are no traces of wings in the sky, but I have flown by."
He used to regard this sentence as a classic, but now that he thinks about it, he feels that this sentence is just helpless self-comfort.
Only those who have nothing left behind will think that flying by is enough.
Just like he had always thought that he and Xu Ranran were from two different worlds. It was enough to meet Xu Ranran and then fall in love silently.
But is it really enough? Of course not.
Otherwise, he wouldn't always be obsessed with Xu Ranran, and he wouldn't always be racing in his heart fantasizing about all the good things about having Xu Ranran.
To say it is enough is to deceive oneself and others. After becoming Xu Ranran's boyfriend, Zhang Dali finally dared to admit this frankly.
There is nothing better than having it, and nothing is better than having it all the time. What he wants is not to fly by, but to stay.
Thinking like this, Zhang Dali held Xu Ranran's right hand tighter.
Feeling Zhang Dali's hand tighten a little, Xu Ranran, who was lying side by side with Zhang Dali in the dog-tail grass, turned her head and looked at Zhang Dali.
Sandwiched between the two of them, the dog's tail grass stood tall and refused to fall. It divided Zhang Dali's cheek into several equal parts, intertwined with the fluffy green tassels on the top of the dog's tail grass, making his cheeks look a little furry.
, slightly green.
Like a shy Rilakkuma stuffed animal, looking at it warms people's hearts and makes them want to hug it tightly and rub it with their cheeks.
His thoughts naturally went back to the spring, summer, autumn and winter many years ago. Looking back on the past events, he secretly sighed that he had wasted a lot of his youth. Xu Ranran, who couldn't help but want to hug Zhang Dali, turned over and climbed to Zhang Dali's side.
on the body.
"What are you doing, do you want to be the overlord?" Zhang Dali, who was remembering the past while holding a dog's tail grass in his mouth, was startled by Xu Ranran's actions, and saw Xu Ranran's face clearly revealed like the midsummer sunshine.
With every detail, Zhang Dali's cheeks quickly turned red.
This posture is very ambiguous, making Xu Ranran's eyes look like a clear spring illuminated by the sunlight that penetrates the shade of the trees. There is a slight sparkle in the quietness, which is fascinating and full of emotions, like a piece of cream cake dotted with bright cherries.
Temptation.
Looking directly into such a pair of eyes, several flames instantly rose from Zhang Dali's limbs, making his whole body boil like hot lava.
At this moment, Zhang Dali felt like there were insects crawling back and forth in every pore of his body, and it was unbearably itchy.
Especially when the faint fragrance of Xu Ranran's body poured into his nose, he was breathing rapidly and felt that his whole body was weak, like ice cream that was exposed to the sun and was about to melt.
Originating from instinctive impulse, a certain part of him wanted to stand up straight like the dog's tail grass around him, but the way was blocked by the strong jeans and Xu Ranran's soft body, so he could only use a posture that seemed to be broken.
tilt.
This feeling was very uncomfortable, as if he was tied up and unable to move, which made Zhang Dali feel flustered.
"Yes." Seeing Zhang Dali's face flushed, Xu Ranran felt indescribable happiness in her heart.
Tucking the long hair that was hanging in front of her eyes behind her ears, Xu Ranran opened her lips slightly, raised a smile and slowly moved closer to Zhang Dali.
As Xu Ranran's lips came closer, Zhang Dali heard her weak and rhythmic breathing.
It was like being caressed by the ears of dogtail grass. Zhang Dali couldn't help but shudder at the inexplicable comfort and comfort.
At this moment, he understood what it means to exhale like a blue.
Then, he couldn't help but stretched out his hands and hugged Xu Ranran's waist tightly. Before Xu Ranran's warm lips kissed him, he spit out the dog's tail grass in his mouth and leaned forward ferociously.
Fragrant lips are like water, and when you sip it gently, it will cause thousands of ripples.
It is as fragrant as a flower, and when you touch it even slightly, the fragrance spreads for thousands of miles.
The amorous feeling of this kiss was like traveling through thousands of mountains and rivers, and finally meeting each other at the end of the mountain. It was a time when thousands of words were condensed into nothing.
An extremely serious kiss, no longer an impulsive touch. Zhang Dali was full of affection, and Xu Ranran greeted her warmly.
The two people's tongues and roots touched each other, entangled in oblivion, as if the sky and the earth had made a continuous intersection with the majestic rain.
During the passionate kiss, Zhang Dali, who felt the evil fire in his heart was so uncontrollable, restlessly stretched out his right hand and slowly groped into Xu Ranran's T-shirt.
The smooth and soft skin, as delicate as fat, was slightly hot, making the palms of his hands warm and making Zhang Dali tremble as if he was electrified.
It was the skin he often fantasized about touching in his dreams, carrying many of his beautiful imaginations. But now that he was actually touching it, he felt like he was soaked in a pouring rain and had difficulty breathing.
Afraid that being too frivolous would offend Xu Ranran, Zhang Dali did not dare to climb up along the skin as he longed to do, but slowly moved away from Xu Ranran's waist.
After kissing for a long time, the two reluctantly separated. Xu Ranran, whose face was flushed, raised her head and glanced at Zhang Dali, then shyly rested her head on Zhang Dali's shoulder.
Zhang Dali, who was so embarrassed by Xu Ranran's sight, pinched Xu Ranran's waist greedily, then reluctantly took his hand out of Xu Ranran's clothes and put it sideways on Xu Ranran's waist.
On the body.
At this moment, his heart was like a thunderstorm, and like thousands of horses galloping, it was hard to calm down.
The charm of this kiss made him linger, addicted, and wanted to remember it forever.
Because this was the first time he kissed Xu Ranran mouth to mouth. In a sense, it was the real first kiss, the kiss he had been longing for for seven years.
From this kiss, he felt the recognition from Xu Ranran's heart.
This recognition is as precious to him as life.
This was also the first time that he dared to touch the secret skin of the goddess in his heart. Although it was just a timid temptation, the remaining warmth of that hand attracted his imagination.
History has taken a big step forward again, and Zhang Dali feels that he has climbed another mountain that was once unattainable.
Standing on the top of the mountain and looking around, the scenery is endless.
At the same time, being hugged tightly by Xu Ranran, Zhang Dali felt that his heart was heavy and finally gained weight.
This weight comes from the fact that what was once a fantasy gradually turns into reality.
The hand he is holding at this moment is real, the softness and warmth coming from his chest are real, the numbness he feels at the base of his neck is real, it is not a mirror flower, it is not years.
All of this made him, who was originally worried that Xu Ranran would turn into wind and vanish at any time, become at ease and at ease. (To be continued.)
