lovelorn too little

In the second year, Ivan got married, and the wedding was very lively. The object of marriage was from the Amity Harbor, which is composed of dozens of families in the north. An equally tall girl, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a straight nose, looked like a standard Russian girl.

Her belly was already big, and she looked like she was going to give birth soon, and she couldn't wait any longer. The wedding was arranged before the Russian New Year. Zhou Ping and Lu Xinyi were the only people outside the village at the wedding.

Because he often went to and from the village, Zhou Ping started to build a new house, showing his intention of settling down, so no one was watching his whereabouts.

A wedding in a small town is equivalent to a feast of wine. After the traditional etiquette, the endless drinking begins.

As the best man, Lu Xinyi did his best. Together with a boy from another village, he helped Ivan block most of the wine glasses raised in front of him.

By the evening, he had drunk too much and was so drunk that he could barely maintain a decent expression and standing posture, and had to rely entirely on Zhou Ping when he walked.

Unlike the sweetness in the stereotype, in fact, weddings always seem to make people feel sad.

Ivan was also a little drunk, and found Lu Xinyi before the show ended. The two talked incoherently, rambling, recalling the past and looking forward to the future, but Lu Xinyi, who was very drunk, spoke Chinese mixed with Russian, so it was basically a chicken talking to a duck .

When Zhou Ping, who was making ice water, came back, Ivan had already been dragged away, and Lu Xinyi was lying on the table covered with a small square towel soaked in wine, with his forehead resting on the back of his hand.

Zhou Ping looked at him from behind. After the headlights were turned off on the grass outside the church, there was only some dim warm light left, which scattered unevenly around Lu Xinyi, outlining the top of his furry hair, making the otherwise well-fitting white clothes He looked a little more mature and turned back into that big boy who seemed to be able to knead at will.

During this year, Lu Xinyi has grown a lot taller, standing up straight enough to reach Zhou Ping's chin, but lying there lying down, she can't stretch her legs, so she sleeps suffocatedly.

Zhou Ping hugged him into his arms, and Lu Xinyi gradually woke up, muttering: "Ivan..."

"Ivan is going home." Zhou Ping fed him a few sips of water, "We are going home too."

Lu Xinyi nodded blankly: "Go home..."

The two stepped out of the chaotic lawn scattered with balloons and flowers. The smell of rum was everywhere. The silhouettes of the two stretched and shortened. The cold air poured into the chest, and Lu Xinyi began to wake up slowly.

The hot air exhaled from the mouth and nose turned into white mist, and the outside of the windbreaker was icy cold.

"Ed..."

"Ok?"

"..." Lu Xinyi whispered again, "Ed..."

Zhou Ping hugged him tightly again: "What are you doing?"

Lu Xinyi also reached out to hug his waist, leaned her head on the hollow of his shoulder, shook her head lightly, and stopped talking.

The weather was fine that day, and the night was full of stars, shining tens of thousands of kilometers above the sky.

"Get married." After a while, Lu Xinyi said.

Zhou Ping didn't answer, and he said to himself again: "It's good to be married."

Zhou Ping touched his cheeks that were burning hot from drunkenness, and said casually: "Yes, it's very good."

Lu Xinyi immediately asked: "Then do you want to get married?"

Zhou Ping stopped pinching his face, looked down, and found that his eyes were bright, and his eyes were flushed differently from alcohol.

"I don't know." Zhou Ping thought for a while and said, "I haven't thought about it."

Lu Xinyi walked crookedly, and said "Oh".

After returning home, he immediately fell asleep, Zhou Ping also drank a lot, the way out of the village was not short, and finally got Lu Xinyi onto the bed, wiped his face, and fell asleep next to Lu Xinyi .

Not long after the wedding is the Russian New Year, but what Lu Xinyi is looking forward to is not the New Year, but the annual trade period.

Before the onset of deep winter, there is customarily the longest trade period of the year on the border, which lasts from December until the first blizzard falls, with a wide variety of goods ranging from arms and drugs to matches and candles, no matter what , as long as there is demand, there will be supply.

In previous years, Lu Xinyi did not participate.

He usually goes to some small trading points to exchange for the medicine Jay needs and the daily necessities that are hard to find in the market, but such a large trading point is unnecessary, and secondly, the people and goods are complicated. Lu Xinyi is on the border The 18 years of experience in living alone have told him that caution is an important criterion for the continuation of life.

But this year is different. He has been counting for several months, and he has already made a decision to sell everything that can be sold.

When this idea first appeared in Lu Xinyi's mind, Lu Xinyi was briefly confused.

Although Zhou Ping had mentioned more than once before that they could take him away in the future, and they had indeed been preparing for this matter for a long time, and Zhou Ping even proposed to build a new house in order to make the villagers relax their vigilance.

No one doubts the settlement determination of the person who puts his heart and soul into building a house on a piece of land.

But Lu Xinyi has always regarded leaving as a distant thing.

When he finally started to think actively, he realized that it was much, much harder than he had imagined.

Leaving Russia for Zhou Ping to leave the drug village without any worries, leaving behind everything he is familiar with is almost equivalent to losing the self of the previous 18 years.

And losing yourself just sounds like a not-so-smart betrayal.No matter how you think about it, there are disadvantages but no advantages, and you are cutting your own way out.

At that time, Lu Xinyi was washing a set of silverware that had accumulated dust for a long time. He gradually stopped because of this sudden thought, but soon he was attracted by the sound of Zhou Ping and Yuri moving things in the yard.

Zhou Ping put his hand on the car door and glanced back, his action involved the bulging of his strong back muscles, and his short sleeves became darker after being wet with sweat, covering his well-developed and vicious muscles, and the sweat from him just now The middle of the shortly shaved stubble against the scalp slid straight to the face.

In one summer and autumn, Zhou Ping had laid the foundation of his new house, and the outline of the house had begun to appear.

Lu Xinyi held a silver spoon and pursed her lips and smiled at him, but Zhou Ping only glanced lazily across his face, then turned back quickly and continued working with Yuri.

The sun in early autumn was high, shining hotly on the faces of everyone outside.

Lu Xinyi easily but firmly made up his mind to leave in that short look at each other.

They had been planning to leave for nearly a year, and all the entry and exit documents of the three of them were slowly obtained through various channels during the process of building the house, but it was at that moment that Lu Xinyi really let go of hesitation and hesitation.

His love conquered fear, and his love for Zhou Ping finally surpassed himself who was accompanied by love from beginning to end.

In the plan, the new house will have steps that are much higher than the current house, leading from a sloping corridor to the door, with two layers of rock wool on the roof. Even if there is no fire in late autumn, it will not feel cold. The wood was also prepared intermittently, and miscellaneous materials were piled up near the old house one after another.

Considering that this house is destined to be unoccupied, Lu Xinyi once suggested that he should not bother so much, but Zhou Ping disagreed.

Zhou Ping is so serious in everything he does that no one can pick out a mistake the size of a dust particle.

Zhou Ping also seldom talked, especially when he was busy. At night, he hugged Lu Xinyi in silence and slept. They made love frequently, and Lu Xinyi spent most of the eve with panting and tears.

After making love, Lu Xinyi liked to act like a baby more than usual, lying on Zhou Ping's body and saying childish things, Zhou Ping habitually silently grabbed his hand and kneaded it, occasionally kissed his fingertips, and would answer his silly questions, but That is, a few short words.

It wasn't until one time when he went to the burrito shop that Lu Xinyi heard Yuri chatting with the fat waiter. When it came to his new house, because Yuri often came to help, he knew it well, and said that it might be ready before next spring.

"Ed is a good man." Yuri gave him the highest evaluation he could get from a man. "All girls with brains should be willing to live with a man like him."

The fat waiter took a look at the man who was drinking in silence with his jaw set and his expression of not being close to strangers, and said with a smile: "It's a pity that he doesn't like romance at all, does he? A smart girl wouldn't have the guts to provoke him."

Sitting at the same table, Yuri's daughter Natasha's eyes fell on Lu Xinyi's bracelet. The wood in the shape of a deer has been trimmed to a smooth surface, giving off a warm color under the moisture of time.

"He can be romantic when he wants to," Natasha said.

Lu Xinyi shrank her wrist a little embarrassedly, and was teased again to see the princess jewelry on his neck.That windmill was a real piece of jewelry, and it emptied all my savings up to the day of purchase.

The street lights came on, and more and more people were in the burrito house. Alcohol mixed into the conversation, and the atmosphere became almost frenzied.

Zhou Ping has never participated in these conversations—he can’t participate, everyone knows that he doesn’t understand Russian, and he drinks with Yuri, just purely.

Lu Xinyi tossed and turned that idea, the idea of ​​leaving, in his head for many days.

He remembered that not long before Ivan's wedding, the two of them went to pick out gifts together. The small grocery store could only accommodate three shelves. Visually, with such a big man, he would almost hit his head on the roof last week, but he still didn't complain. Walking up and down behind Lu Xinyi, listening to his rambling comparisons.

"Isn't blue better? The balloons at his wedding were blue too."

Zhou Ping said, "Yes, blue is good."

Lu Xinyi added: "But red seems to be more beautiful."

Zhou Ping said, "That's red."

Lu Xinyi said, "Is it red or blue?"

Someone came in again, Zhou Ping leaned forward with his arms around Lu Xinyi, making a little space with difficulty, and at the same time protected Lu Xinyi's shoulders with his hands to prevent him from being bumped into, distractedly said: "It doesn't matter, whichever one you like ?”

Lu Xinyi pursed her lips: "You didn't think at all, you just said yes, yes, whatever, do it."

A rare look of helplessness appeared on Zhou Ping's face, his brows were frowned, as if he was thinking seriously, and finally said with difficulty: "Both of them are beautiful."

The wife of the grocery store owner is an authentic Chinese. She married here for some unknown reason. She was amused by the conversation between the two of them, and said to Lu Xinyi: "Leave him alone, just choose a ribbon...Is it for wrapping gifts? ?”

Lu Xinyi was stunned for a while, and for some reason, she always felt that the conversation just now was more embarrassing than being heard a straightforward love language, her face was a little red, and she subconsciously leaned towards Zhou Ping's side, before saying, "Wrap a wedding present, a Set of silverware."

The proprietress recommended him to use a silk ribbon, and in the end Lu Xinyi chose a silver one, and temporarily tied it on Zhou Ping's wrist on the way home.

Neither of them spoke, Zhou Ping was out of habit, and Lu Xinyi was blushing.

His face was redder, and his fever continued to flow.When checking out, the proprietress whispered to him in Russian: "When you bully him, he seems to want to kiss you very much."

At first Lu Xinyi thought, I didn't bully him.

But after a while, he turned his head to look at Zhou Ping. He was a big, strong man with a standard inverted triangle figure. His chest and shoulders seemed to have borne most of his weight, but his thighs were no less strong.

It is such a body, but a silver ribbon is tied with a bow on the wrist.

He poked Zhou Ping's arm.

Zhou Ping turned his head: "Huh?"

"Did you want to kiss me just now?" Lu Xinyi didn't know why she asked this.

Zhou Ping seemed to only pause for a second—to think about Lu Xinyi's question, and then he held the back of his head and kissed him.

Zhou Ping's kisses have always been forceful, straightforward, and even about to become violent. From the moment he touched Lu Xinyi in the cabin two years ago, he didn't give him the right to resist. He was used to controlling Lu Xinyi's lust, and Lu Xinyi gradually willing to be controlled by him.

The tongue was scraped heavily in the mouth, and the lips and teeth were lingering. Lu Xinyi was breathless from being kissed, and Zhou Ping let go after a long time. The two gasped and pressed their foreheads to each other. Looking at him with flinching eyes, rubbing his thumb on his wet and hot lips, and said in a half hoarse bass: "Yes."

"I'm not afraid anymore." Lu Xinyi said suddenly, "I'll go with you, and we will have a good life in the future."

Zhou Ping didn't ask him if this was what we had agreed on a long time ago, but he seemed to understand Lu Xinyi's uneasiness from the beginning to the end, with a look of unbearable expression in his eyes. At this moment, he hugged Lu Xinyi tightly in his arms and locked his arms His back, hugged for a long time.

The night before the start of the trading period, the two make the final order.

Zhou Ping held the list in his hand: "Ceramic kitchen utensils."

"A box of three sets, here." Lu Xinyi tapped the box at his feet.

"silverware."

"Two boxes, there are five complete sets, and the unsuitable ones are put together with sundries."

……

"Wool felt."

"21 pieces, all unpacked, here."

Lu Xinyi casually opened the box and took another look.

It was something issued to soldiers during the war. It was extremely strong, and its quality was better than any item that took two months to weave by hand.At that time, the merchants who made money from the war continued to produce too much. After the war, a large amount of stock flowed to the market. In a small border village like this, which is the easiest to access military supplies, almost every household has at least half a dozen of these things.

Counting all the items on the list, the clock on the wall reads two o'clock in the morning.

It was too quiet late at night, and the sound of snow falling outside the window could almost be heard.

Lu Xinyi rubbed his eyes, stretched out his hand to pull Zhou Ping to sit down, and leaned on his shoulder.

He took a watch in his hand, and gently wiped the dial with his thumb: "Can this really sell for 5000 yuan?"

"It's not for sale." Zhou Ping closed his hand and held the watch.

Lu Xinyi said: "But if we sell it, we can get a little more..."

Zhou Ping pinched the back of his neck and took him into his arms: "It's not that short of money, you can keep it if you like it."

For the first time this night, Lu Xinyi raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a lost and recovered smile.

He climbed onto Zhou Ping's body, separated his legs and sat face to face on his lap, and leaned over sticky: "You are so kind..."

Zhou Ping didn't have the usual disgusted expression on his face, instead, he looked at Lu Xinyi with a very straightforward, even cherished look.

This made Lu Xinyi blush quickly.

He lowered his eyes and shook his eyelashes to kiss Zhou Ping, who was carried into the bedroom by Zhou Ping after a while.

Lu Xinyi wrapped his legs around Zhou Ping's waist, breathing in with difficulty when he penetrated, and it took a long time before he realized that Zhou Ping didn't fuck him as fiercely as usual.

He was waiting for him to get used to it, his eyes followed him closely, tracing Lu Xinyi's eyebrows and eyes in essence.

"Does it hurt?"

"Hmm..." Lu Xinyi carefully felt the condition of the posterior acupoints—even if he was gentle, Zhou Ping was too big for him, and the feeling of the back being completely stretched was uncomfortable, as if it would be broken if he moved casually , "It's so swollen..."

Zhou Ping lowered his head and kissed him: "I gently."

He supported the back of Lu Xinyi's head with one hand, and held Lu Xinyi's buttocks with the other hand. He carefully controlled the strength of his waist. The two bodies were tightly fitted together, and the thrusts were patient from shallow to deep, from slow to fast. Terrible, in the end Lu Xinyi was brought to an orgasm by the tender and lingering pleasure for the first time.

Gentle orgasms and violent orgasms are like the difference between desserts and spirits. They both point to pleasure in the end, but one is sober, while the latter is more ferocious, intense and uncontrollable.

This night, Zhou Ping's desire was so strong that he couldn't resist it. Almost every time he ejaculated, he soon became hard again, and then started a new round of gentle offensive on Lu Xinyi.

In the end, Lu Xinyi was fucked by him with his legs folded against the head of the bed. His hot penis slowly penetrated through the hot hole. He leaned over and licked Lu Xinyi's lips, and asked, "Do you want it deep or shallow?" a little?"

Lu Xinyi replied completely deliriously: "Deeper...deeper..."

Lu Xinyi couldn't remember when this endless affair ended, but he only remembered that he couldn't get up at noon the next day, his bones seemed to be disassembled and reassembled, his waist and thighs were aching, Zhou Ping came in with a glass of water , sitting on the edge of the bed and asked him: "How is it?"

After thinking about it, Lu Xinyi covered her eyes and said, "It's cool..."

"..." Zhou Ping said, "Drink water."

In the end, Zhou Ping went to the trading point alone, and people came to move things at home one after another. Lu Xinyi also found that he had to stay alone at home, responsible for handing over and collecting the final payment.

It took just a week for the items on the sell-out list, and someone from the middle of the village came to ask Zhou Ping to "fix things". Lu Xinyi was taken aback, fearing that the house would be found to be empty.

"The new house is well built." The man with the submachine gun said, "Ed is a good hand."

"He did it all by himself?"

"Occasionally someone from town comes to help."

"But most of the time, he is alone." Lu Xinyi said, "He works very hard, almost spending more than a year doing this."

"It's worth it." The man walked around in the new house with painted walls, and sometimes knocked on the wall with the butt of his gun, "It's just so good to build a house in a place like ours. All materials are filled with wood, and almost no fucking A few bucks. The house will be safe for at least 50 years."

"I'll come back tomorrow, and you tell him not to go out tomorrow."

Lu Xinyi nodded and agreed, "Okay."

The next morning, Zhou Ping went to the village, and in the afternoon he went to the trading place.

On the evening of the seventh day, Zhou Ping showed Lu Xinyi the passbook in which all their money had been deposited.

The money was all cashed out of everything he had, except that Ed was holding his hand at this moment, he had nothing, but he didn't have any negative emotions.

He felt nothing but happiness, an unprecedented ease and freedom.He entrusts the new beginning of his life to love, and because of trust, there is no anxiety.

"You take care of it." Lu Xinyi handed the passbook back to Zhou Ping, "I have never taken so much money."

"Is the car that will pick us up tomorrow night?" Lu Xinyi involuntarily lowered her voice.

Zhou Pingdao: "Nine o'clock in the evening."

At the entrance of the burrito house, there will be a delivery truck. After unloading, the three of them get on the truck and go straight to the gate.

The leaving packages were piled up at the door, and the two of them had confirmed the relevant details countless times, and even had a conclusion on every meal before crossing the border. It might be because of nervousness or excitement, but Lu Xinyi kept asking questions.

"I have to prepare thicker clothes for Jay." He muttered in a low voice, "Yuri said that the blizzard might be just a few days away."

Lying on the bed, Lu Xinyi was still sleeping in Zhou Ping's arms.He said: "Chinese cuisine is too difficult to cook, and I can't learn it anyway."

Zhou Ping said, "I will do it."

Lu Xinyi knew that she was acting like a baby, but she still said, "Then you also have to learn Russian cuisine."

Zhou Ping agreed, "Okay."

He suddenly turned over and pressed on Lu Xinyi, the two of them stared at each other for a long time in the dark space, finally Lu Xinyi kissed the corner of his mouth and said, "Go to sleep."

Early the next morning, before dawn, Lu Xinyi was awakened by a knock on the door while sleeping. Zhou Ping was not in bed. He walked out of the bedroom and saw a man with a submachine gun.

"Damn it." They yelled at the sleepy Lu Xinyi, "Your dog ran away!"

They searched everywhere in the small house, but they sold out everything that could be sold, not even dishes to vent their anger and beat, let alone a big living person with a height of 1.9 meters [-].

After a while, a new story began to circulate in the small town. The general idea of ​​the story was the same as "The Farmer and the Snake", and it described in great detail how a girl was cheated out of all her wealth by a wicked man.

The "girl" in the story sometimes passes by the shop with the "Happy Burrito House" hanging on it. No one has ever come to the appointment under the street lights at nine o'clock, and no one is waiting now.

Ed is more serious and patient than anyone in everything he does, including the two years he lied to.

Lu Xinyi thought that those who betray themselves must pay a price, and perhaps Ed was a lesson taught him by life.