inexhaustible

Shang Muxiao didn't regard himself as an outsider at all, picked a Penfolds red wine from the wine cabinet, skillfully opened the bottle cap, and took out two glasses.

"The moon is quite round today, teach me how to look at the moon." He poured wine into the red wine glasses, and he handed one of them to me, and walked towards the balcony of the living room with the other.

Staring at his back, I took a sip of the wine in the glass. The rich aroma of grapes mixed with the aroma of the wine quickly occupied the whole mouth, and the aftertaste was slightly sour and moderately astringent.

In the past, I will definitely spend some effort to taste this glass of fine wine, feel the wonderful experience of tannins on the tip of my tongue, and never disappoint the winemaker's painstaking efforts for this wine.But right now I'm not in the mood to sip wine and just want to wrap things up for tonight.

Why on earth should I bring him home?

With such doubts, I raised my head and drank the liquid in the glass in one gulp, put the empty glass on the bar, and controlled the wheelchair to go towards Shang Muxiao.

"Go and stay by the side, I'll adjust it and you can come back." I drove him aside, turned on the power of the telescope, and started to adjust the angle.

During the debugging, Shang Muxiao quietly leaned on the side with his chest crossed, swirling the wine glass without speaking.When it was almost time, I stepped aside and beckoned him to come over.

"So fast." He put the wine glass on the tea table and stepped forward again.

I told him the names and functions of the various parts of the telescope, and then handed him the hand control so that he could look at it by himself.

He bent down, carefully approached the eyepiece, and couldn't help letting out an exclamation when he saw the picture shown by the telescope clearly.

"So ugly."

The moon has carried many beautiful imaginations of human beings since ancient times. Chang'e in the Toad Palace, Osmanthus Tree and Jade Rabbit are often commensurate with beautiful jade in poems.But in fact it is not a bright and clean jade plate, and there are no beautiful fairies on it. What is there is only a large moon sea, rugged mountains, and countless craters.

"The moon has no atmospheric buffer, and any material hitting it will leave clear marks on the surface, and because there is no air and wind, it is difficult to form weathering, resulting in these marks that cannot be erased over time. Every tiny depression you see , may have existed for hundreds of millions of years.”

To be able to witness these ancient traces with the naked eye is a very precious experience in my opinion, but Shang Muxiao is a little hard to understand.

"Is it so interesting to observe these pits?"

"These craters have names," I said. "At the northernmost end, there is a long and narrow shadow on the side you can see, which is the Cold Sea. Below it is the same long and narrow lunar landmass. The most important is Aristotle, and the large shadow below Aristotle is the clear sea, and you can reach the Cartesian plateau after crossing it."

"So, philosophers live on the moon." He smiled and raised his head. Seeing that I didn't respond, he had to explain further, "A famous quote by a certain foreign dramatist satirizes philosophers who are full of empty words and cannot keep their feet on the ground."

While this is true for some philosophers, it is not true for all, which would be somewhat biased.

"I don't." I excuse myself.

"You have another question." He stepped back a bit and asked, "What's that shadow on the left? I feel it move."

move?I thought it was a bug, so I moved closer to look at the eyepiece.

The field of vision is clear, nothing.No bugs, no moving shadows.

I raised my head suspiciously: "Nothing..."

Before he finished speaking, he was kissed by a pair of burning lips.

My brain shut down from that moment on and I couldn't think about anything.

The gap between the teeth was opened by the tip of the tongue full of wine, different from the daily impression, he was not aggressive, just a gentle temptation.

He is like the most patient hunter, knowing how to be friendly to lower the vigilance of his prey.

Of course the prey is aware of the danger, but there is still nothing to do in the face of his attack. It can only step into his trap full of heroism, with the heart of death.

My eyelashes trembled uncontrollably, my fingers clenched little by little, and I even forgot how to breathe.

It feels like a long time has passed, and it seems like just a short moment.The hot and humid tongue licked the corner of his lips, and Shang Muxiao backed away a little, with a smile in his eyes: "Your problem is that you are too rational. For example, now..."

What's the matter now?

I stared at his parted lips, not sure if I had asked the question.I started to breathe again, but still felt dizzy, and the lack of oxygen didn't ease so easily.

He propped his hands on both sides of my wheelchair, looked down at me, and said calmly: "The atmosphere is so good now, how can you just wait for me to kiss you?"

Then what should I...how to do?

In a daze, I seemed to hear the sound of cracking on the ice, but I couldn't think about what it was.

I obviously only drank a glass of wine, why did I start to get drunk?

I shouldn't have had that glass of wine...

"Why are you acting like a fool who has never been in love." He complained and approached again, almost touching my lips and teeth, but did not really touch, "Teacher, if you don't kiss me again, I will be angry."

He really knows the essence of how to tease people.

Many voices popped up in my mind, for a while it was Mr. Huang Lao's "Live every day as if it was the last day"; for a while it was Kant's "There is nothing higher than reason"... They appeared repeatedly, and the middle Interspersed with two sentences of Bergson or Schopenhauer's schadenfreude, my brain, which was already on the verge of strike, was messed up.

Shang Muxiao couldn't wait for my reaction for a long time, clicked his tongue lightly, and was about to straighten up.

Without thinking at all, I reached out and grabbed his sleeve.

The voices in my head disappeared in an instant, and the cracks on the ice surface became bigger and bigger, so big that they could no longer be controlled, and the whole thing broke apart and turned into powder.The soft thin sweater was tightly held in my palm, I lowered my gaze, and it took two seconds to realize that it was not some ice surface, but my rationality.

My rationality is crumbling, it collapses from the foundation little by little, and my instinct conquers the city and takes away the throne.

Instinct won, winning silently and vigorously, trampling down all those who once underestimated it, and extending its tentacles to every sulcus of the brain, making it impossible for you to get rid of it easily.

It is rapidly expanding its territory, not only to occupy the high ground of the brain, but also to gain the right to control my body.

"I really can't do anything about you..." Shang Muxiao seemed helpless, gently caressed my cheek and came to my ear.

I looked up at him, still making the final dying struggle in my heart.

I don't believe it, I don't believe that rationality is just dead.

"You don't kiss me, and you don't let me go..." His broad palm fell on the back of his neck, his eyes were dark, and there was a faint ruthlessness that didn't match his words and deeds, "Then I can only take the initiative." During the speech , he leaned down, and when the last word fell, his lips had already kissed me firmly.

Changing from the tender style of the previous kiss, he no longer pretended, completely exposed his true nature, and kissed wildly and deeply.

It seems to be telling you clearly with actions: "If you fall in, don't even think about getting out. This is Lanruo Temple for scholars, Baiyun Township for Emperor Wu, and your inescapable debt."

My face was forced to look up, and the back of my neck was numb. I passively accepted everything he gave me, and my head became more and more dizzy.

It wasn't until I was really out of breath, and the hand holding his sleeve started to tremble, that he let go of me, like a snake retracting its letter, retracting his tongue from his mouth.

"Teacher, you are lying." The hand on the back of the neck did not withdraw, as if to comfort a restless animal, he continued to knead there, controlling both the strength and the angle to the extreme.I am like a cat that has been scratched to an itch, and my bones are going to be crisp.

My chest was heaving violently, and I wanted to be as comfortable as possible, but my body didn't allow it.I tried my best to calm down and panted, and didn't pay attention to what he was saying for a moment.

"You also said that you have nothing wrong with me, but you obviously like me very much."

I tilted my head, trying to shake off his hand.

He stuck it up stubbornly and didn't let me succeed.

"Let go..." I glared at him, and slowly let go of my hand holding his sleeve.

Rationality lingers on, a glimmer of life remains.

I want to revive it.

Shang Muxiao glanced at my hand, a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

Five fingers inserted between my fingers, his aura swept back and once again aggressively invaded my mouth.

He obediently didn't knead the back of my neck this time, but grabbed my hair instead.

My scalp hurt slightly, I frowned, and accidentally bit the tip of his tongue.He paused for a moment, then bit back more violently in the next second.The saliva that was too late to swallow slipped down the corner of his lips, and the cold air gradually became restless.

Reason is dead.Instinct sat on the throne with his legs crossed, looking at it with pity.The melancholy tune of "Little Star" sounded all around, which was the dirge of reason and the coronation of instinct.

In the mouth of Shang Muxiao, I tasted the taste of the dry red that I will not be able to savor in the future.Mixed with the breath of nicotine, it aggravates the astringency, but also highlights the sweetness.

Too sweet, nothing like dry red.

This Penfolds seems to be not working...

The ice was broken, and the flame that had been imprisoned for many years would start a prairie fire once it came into contact with the outside world.

When I came back to my senses, I was already pinned down on the bed by Shang Muxiao, but I didn't even remember how I got into the room all the way.

Great, instinct will delete my memory at will.

For no reason, I thought of the passionate scene between the hero and heroine in the barn in "Retrograde Wind".Every gasp and trembling in the camera seemed to overlap with Shang Muxiao and me now, and I suddenly realized that this might be the so-called "distracted and infatuated".

I completely gave up thinking and gave up my body to instinct.Until... I felt him undoing my pants.

In an instant, it was as if ice water was pouring over my head and face, and I came to my senses all of a sudden, panting and holding his hand.

The head buried in my neck lifted up inexplicably, and the dim light could not conceal the lust in his eyes.

"No..." This is my final limit, which is higher than reason, my dignity.