fish under ice

Zhong Juntong was lying on the bed, leaning against the head of the bed to read a book.

The bathroom door opened, and Shi Yi came out wrapped in a bathrobe.

Zhong Juntong looked up, but couldn't move his eyes away.

The fluffy bathrobe on Shi Yi's body was baggy, and the shoulder line slipped half an inch, just that half an inch, as if it might slip off along the narrow shoulders at any time.His belt was not fastened either, and a bow was tied casually, exposing a small piece of snow-white chest.

With his head down, Shi Yi, like a lost lamb, recklessly climbed onto the bed and got under the quilt.

"Is the water cold?" Zhong Juntong touched his cold calf, like lifeless jade.

Shi Yi's slightly long hair covered his eyes, under the broken hair his eyes were half closed, lazily sleepy, with a rare charm.He buried his head in Zhong Juntong's neck, exhaled slowly, and tortured his husband bit by bit.

"Hiss." Zhong Juntong gasped.

"Cold." Zhong Juntong said frankly.

Zhong Juntong put his hands on his waist and moved slowly.

"The heater in the room is broken, come closer to me." Zhong Juntong said in a low voice.

Shi Yi still half-closed his eyes, and sighed slowly.

Zhong Juntong saw Shi Yi's reddened ears, which was rare.The thin earlobe is like a frozen blood tear.

Shi Yi knelt down by himself, propping his hands on the head of the bed.

The bathrobe peeled off at the waist, stacked in layers, like white flowers in full bloom.

Layer upon layer of turbulent waves made him whimper indiscriminately.

Shi Yi turned his head to look at Zhong Juntong, who was kneeling behind him, and asked with red eyes, "Juntong...Does Juntong like to have sex with me?"

"like."

Look, Juntong is very honest about his likes and dislikes. If he likes it, he likes it, and if he doesn't like it, he doesn't like it.

He didn't dare to ask, does Juntong like me?

Shi Yifu lowered his upper body, rubbing his cheek against the soft pillow, the silk pillowcase rubbed the corners of his thin eyes red.Slowly, water stains boiled on the pillow.

After everything was over, Shi Yi curled up into a ball, only curled up next to Zhong Juntong's arm.

Zhong Juntong half-closed his eyes tiredly and satiated, his face that has not yet escaped from the gun has a kind of crimson sex appeal.

In addition to Shi Yi's bitterness, he also felt a little satisfied.Although he is very useless, he seems to be able to meet Juntong's needs quite well.

This pale, shriveled body wasn't so bad.

Shi Yi secretly smiled, but the smile was thin and was immediately diluted.

He was so tired that he fell asleep quickly.But he didn't sleep well.Half asleep and half awake, he vaguely saw Zhong Juntong carrying a huge suitcase and said that he was leaving.In the dream, I cried out of fright, like a wayward child, grabbing Jun Tong's sleeve and refusing to let it go, just begging non-stop.But Zhong Juntong left anyway.

Shi Yi woke up from the dream, wiped his face, and found that he was dripping with cold sweat, he stopped breathing, and touched Zhong Juntong in a panic.

His husband was still asleep, breathing peacefully, and his body had a unique hotness in deep sleep, like a quietly burning stove in the middle of the night.

Shi Yi got into his arms recklessly, took his arms and wrapped them around her.The temperature and smell of Zhong Juntong's body slowly wrapped him up, like an airtight and safe chrysalis.After a while, the all-too-real fear of being abandoned gradually dissipated.

Shi Yi knew that he was doomed, and he began to worry about gains and losses again.

When he just found out that Zhong Juntong was going to marry him, he seemed to be suffering from schizophrenia. Sitting on the bed, he suddenly couldn't help laughing, but at some point, he began to repeatedly question the truth of this matter sex.

The dream came true so suddenly.

Only then did Shi Yi know why Fan Jin, who was selected in the middle school textbook, went crazy.

The huge dream engulfed the bleak reality, and people in reality had no place to stand, and they began to dream like floating in the clouds.

Shi Yi buried his face in Zhong Juntong's chest, rubbed it vigorously a few times, like an insecure animal, opened his mouth and bit the hem of Zhong Juntong's pajamas, and only let go of the material with his lips and teeth when sleepiness came again. He fell asleep in this protected position.

When he woke up the next day, Zhong Juntong opened his eyes and saw Shi Yi nestled in his arms. He moved a little, and Shi Yi moved as if startled, his pale cheeks were flushed, and the tip of his nose was flushed. red.

The quilt was too warm, and Shi Yi was just the right amount of softness.Zhong Juntong stayed in bed for the first time, and decided not to go to the company today.

When Shi Yi woke up, the two talked for a while, then both got up.

They didn't expect to stay overnight, and they didn't plan to change clothes.Zhong Juntong put on the thick sweater and jeans that he bought when he was in college, his bangs were not combed up, his hair was fluffy and soft, and he looked amazingly youthful and handsome.

Shi Yi also put on Zhong Juntong's clothes.Zhong Jun was half a head taller than him, and the sweater was too loose for him, like a childish high school student who stole his father's clothes.Zhong Juntong looked at it, gave a rare laugh, and stretched out his hand to roll up Shi Yi's too long sweater cuffs.

Shi Yi buried the half of his face below the bridge of the nose in the collar of the soft sweater, and looked up at Zhong Juntong's face when he lowered his head.

He suddenly wanted to hug Juntong, the kind that stretched out his arms and hooked his neck, rubbing his cheek against the crest of his neck, the kind of child acting like a spoiled child.

When Shi Yi was thinking, he heard Song Yuanrong shouting outside the door: "Are you up yet? Clean up and have breakfast!"

Shi Yi was startled and withdrew his hand.

After Shi Yi washed up, he went to the kitchen to help make breakfast.

A large pot of pork ribs and celery porridge was served, and beside it was a plate of crispy fried dough sticks, a steamed bun and rose fermented bean curd.

Song Yuanrong couldn't help muttering: "It's quite capable."

Shi Yi lowered his head to set the dishes, and heard Song Yuanrong ask from the side: "I almost forgot to ask, what are you doing now?"

Shi Yi's hands froze when he placed the chopsticks, and he lost his confidence in speaking. He said timidly, "I used to be a book editor, but now... I have resigned and stayed at home."

When Song Yuanrong heard it, he was quite unhappy and said: "Although Juntong will make money, you can't stay at home all the time. What does it look like?"

Shi Yi quickly responded: "I'm looking for a job now. I won't be lazy at home."

Song Yuanrong glanced at him, and said awkwardly: "I didn't say you were lazy. Don't make me bully you." She sat down with Shiyi, and served him the first bowl of porridge, "Eat first, get busy It's been a while. It's okay for the two of them to eat later."

Shi Yi froze for a moment, not knowing what to do.Song Yuanrong looked at him in a daze, felt a little disgusted in his heart, bumped his arm, and shouted softly: "Eat quickly!"

Only then did Shi Yi pick up the spoon.

Father Zhong and Zhong Juntong were fishing in the yard in the morning.

A lake was dug in the garden of Zhongzhai. After the snow in the middle of the night, a layer of ice froze in the morning.They cut a hole the size of a round washbasin on the ice, threw the hook with the bait into it, and then moved two small horses and sat aside to wait.

After 5 minutes, Zhong Juntong couldn't sit still.He saw Shi Yi coming out of the house, the east wind blowing away his forehead hair, revealing half of his handsome face.He flinched, his shoulders shook slightly, he was not aggressive, like a cute and soft white sheep.

Shi Yi looked around for a while.

Zhong Juntong was very mean again at this time, he didn't call his name, he didn't wave his hand, he just sat there and waited for Shi Yi to come to him.It seems that Shi Yi will always find him.

Zhong Juntong waited for a while, but Shi Yi suddenly turned around and went back to the room.

Zhong Juntong got up abruptly from the pony, and walked into the house stepping on the snow.

When Zhong Juntong walked to the door, before he could stand still, he saw Shi Yi jogging and bumping into him. Shi Yi was startled and put his hands on his chest.

Zhong Juntong lowered his head and saw the plaid scarf that Shi Yi was holding in his hand.

Shi Yi smiled, shook off the scarf, wrapped it round and round, and said softly, "It's cold in the mountains. It's better to wear more."

So you went to get him a scarf?

Zhong Jun held his hand calmly and said, "It's already warm."

Zhong Juntong took Shi Yi to the lake.Two fishing rods stand aside, and the dark water surface looks like a crystal with tiny cracks, reflecting the sky and clouds.

They looked down and found a streamlined black shadow swimming under the thin ice surface, which was very close at one time, and seemed to sink far away to the bottom of the lake at another time.

"There are fish." Shi Yi said.

"Yes." Zhong Juntong replied naturally.

The two were silent for a while, only staring at the incomplete silver-white lake, the sky and clouds flickered, the fish under the ice gradually gathered, and they all went to the small crack to inhale oxygen.

A pair of fish swimming under the ice surfaced, and when they breathed, the fishes kissed each other like intimate lovers.

Shi Yi slightly bent his lips.

Shi Yi is satisfied with every moment of silence when the two of them are together.

He is used to living his life in a very small and ordinary way. If it can be recorded, it will be a silent film day after day, the same journal in the diary, and the fixed traffic route in the city.He seems like the most insignificant person, but he is also living very hard.

But Juntong was different, he made himself glisten like ice crystals solidified on the roots of underground trees in many moments where he was covered with chicken feathers.

He treasured all these fragments and put them in his box.When he is caught off guard and the inevitable disaster strikes, he can survive on these fragments alone, and have a moment of happiness in the flood world.

Shi Yi silently recited Zhong Juntong's name in his heart in a brisk and playful tone that he couldn't even imagine.

It's good to have a name without a kiss.