Like a swallow returning to its nest

Of course, they will not miss such a good opportunity to be honest with each other. Lovers always don't know how to control and don't need to control in the early stages of their acquaintance.

There will always be a time like this, when you can't wait to ask for it, make full use of the short-lived freshness, don't waste a bit, and no one is a battlefield.

On a thirsty summer day, the bathroom is really a good place. The sound of water covers up the humming and shouting, the sweat is washed away by the running water, the skin remains soft and smooth, and the dazzling brilliance blooms on the fingertips.

After wiping her hair half dry, Xiao Lai put on her clothes and went out. She scrubbed the underwear of the two of them under the faucet. On the balcony, I took the clothes hangers to dry and hung them on the edge of the clothesline.

Fang Jian came out with a towel on her head and pointed at her, "Butt butt!"

Xiao Lai looked down, threw down the clothes rail and hurriedly pulled the clothes and flashed back to the room.

It was already dark, and it was time for the square dance. Fang Jian looked around and saw that few houses in the opposite building were lit.

When she returned to the room, she was embraced by the black shadow that rushed up from behind the door. The room was not turned on, and a yellow light that was as thick as an arm leaked through the curtains. Fang Jian touched the moist and fragrant piece of her back, and patted her twice, "Hair is not dry yet."

Xiao Lai led her back to sit on the bed, Fang Jian saw her little shadow bent over and fiddled with the electric fan, trying to break its head and use it as a hair dryer.

Fang Jian opened the curtains, the wind blowing in through the screen window carried the aroma of camphor and fig trees downstairs, and the clothes also smelled of old mahogany wardrobe mixed with mothballs, which smelled inexplicably good.

Her eyes had completely adapted to the darkness, and the room was brightly lit by the light coming from nowhere outside the window. Fang Jian leaned against the bed and reached out to play with her long hair that was scattered all over her back.

Xiao Lai turned around, kicked off her shoes and climbed onto the bed, stripped naked against the light from the window, and asked her, "Is the door locked?"

Fang Jian sat up with her upper body supported on her palms, swallowing slowly in her throat, "Maybe, no..."

"I'm going to lock the door." She said bending down to look for shoes under the bed, burying her hair and making some meaningless soft guttural sounds.

After finding the slippers, she got up and walked. Fang Jian saw her slender and powerful waist and legs, every ups and downs were just right, plump, natural, and flowing curves.

"Bada—" The wooden door was locked from the inside, and Xiao Lai turned around and walked towards the light, exuding a pearl-like brilliance all over his body, like in a modern fantasy story, a quaint living on the dressing table in an old house The female ghost in the jade bracelet.

She always comes in the middle of the night, and at this moment, she sits quietly by the bed and watches you, with her soft little hand on the back of your hand, silently seducing.

Fang Jian held her hand and sat up, a little confused, didn't she already do it in the bathroom.

Xiao Lai quickly explained, "This is the first time we are in bed." She grabbed her hand and pressed it to her heart, "Don't you want to."

One minute ago, Fang Jian really didn't think of it.

"Have you ever been exposed in the wilderness?" She knelt on the bed, her heart beating rhythmically with Fang Jian's palm, and her voice was not too fast, "It's the hillside you saw in the photo, the summer, On the night of the full moon, I couldn't sleep, and I walked two hours to the mountain from my father's hut on the mountain."

Xiao Lai recalled that night, "I have never seen such a big and round moon, and the moon is just above my head, so I estimate the time may be from twelve o'clock in the evening to one o'clock..."

In the vast expanse of wilderness and deserted, her feet blazed a path of her own in the knee-high weeds.

"When I got to the top of the mountain, I suddenly had an urge to take off my clothes."

Fang Jian opened her eyes slightly, and Xiao Lai continued, "I did it when I thought about it. I sat on the top of the mountain for more than an hour under the moon, circling on the mountain, singing, like a wild ghost."

Fang Jian had a picture in her mind, and couldn't help but interrupt her, "Are there no mosquitoes?"

"Yes." Little Lai compared two knuckles, "The mosquitoes on the mountain are this big."

Fang Jian was a little worried, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay." Xiao Lai said: "I seem to have wanted to do that a long time ago, so I have enough equipment. I sprayed a lot of mosquito repellent water and made myself into a walking mosquito coil. I also danced, but I didn't dance well. , My brother said that I danced like a duck in the water. But it doesn’t matter, anyway, no one saw it, I sang and danced, and I had a lot of fun that day.”

Xiao Lai took two steps on her knees, put her hands on Fang Jian's lap like a puppy, leaned forward slightly, and leaned close to her ear mysteriously, "That was the first time I had such an impulse."

It doesn't think of anyone, whether it's a man or a woman, it just faces the sky and the earth.

While Fang Jian was shocked, she stared at her suddenly and gently, not surprised by her thoughts at all.

"You have to try it if you have a chance." Xiao Lai said, "I wanted to go later. When I walked down the mountain, I couldn't find the feeling that night. Maybe the wind and the moon were not so good. It was just this time. .”

"Do you think I'm weird?" Xiao Lai tilted her head.

Fang Jian said no, the sincerity and peace in her eyes made Xiao Lai feel at ease.

"I knew you were different from everyone else."

"Have you told anyone about this?" Fang Jian asked.

"No, I don't think they can be trusted or understand me."

Xiao Lai suggested again, "Really, you really have to try it again. I will prepare a lot of mosquito repellent. I can accompany you. Maybe with you, I can regain that feeling."

Fang Jian nodded slightly, and solemnly promised, "Okay, I have a chance to try."

Well, this is great, there is one more thing to do before death.

After teasing Jiang Xiaolai once and making her cry, another one and Jiang Xiaolai went streaking on the wild mountains of their hometown Taoyang.

If this goes on like this, the bucket list will be as numerous as those listed on the Internet in order to cheat clicks, such as: "[-] small things to do between lovers".

At twelve o'clock in the evening, the street lights in the community were turned off. They had just finished watching a comedy movie, and their grandparents had already gone to bed, so the sound was turned on very low, and the laughter was suppressed.

All the things that do not conform to the rules in this world have a commonality, the more depressed, the more longing, the slightly low-level comedy technique of this film actually brought them unprecedented happiness.

Under the moonlight, two white bodies lay on the wooden bed, turned off their mobile phones, they stared at each other, imagining the moonlight tonight as the moonlight in the mountains that night, and the wind and the tip of the grass caressing the skin were the hands of their lover.

But there is always a difference.

At three o'clock in the afternoon the next day, Xiao Lai changed back into her own clothes, sat at the desk, and braided her hair in front of the big red plastic-framed round mirror.

Fang Jian sat on the edge of the bed with her shoulders drooping and looked at her. The whole day's experience was like a dream. She hadn't been separated yet, and a huge loss had hit her.

10 minutes, 10 minutes at the latest, send her out of the community, and there will be more than [-] hours of waiting until the evening meeting.

From about two in the morning to seven in the morning, we had to separate after less than six hours.

When Xiao Lai started to comb her second braid, Fang Jian opened the closet door, tore out a few clothes and stuffed them into the bag.Xiao Lai turned to look at her, "What's wrong?"

Fang Jian swung the canvas bag directly on his back, "Take me with you, too."

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感谢在2022-04-3021：32：24～2022-05-0119：42：58期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：暮秋之月48瓶；非常感谢大家对我的支持，我会继续努力的！