Chapter 23: The surging tide of time (5)

Chapter 23: The surging tide of time (5)

Lin Yiyang took off his jacket and threw it on the coffee table, wearing a simple white short sleeve inside.

He leaned over and saw her cheeks were flushed, she was flashing back, he wanted to hold her hand, but he didn't want to.

The weather was hot two days ago, so I changed into thin clothes, but I didn't expect the temperature to drop today, so I temporarily borrowed a thicker coat from my classmates and wanted to go home and change clothes before going out. The plan couldn't keep up with the changes, so she came and hurried over there.

Cold is really cold. To this day, my hands are still ice-cold.

Lin Yiyang's elbow was pressed beside her face, the narrow sofa bed, the two of them squeezed and sunk, he lowered his head, hovered on the bridge of her nose and lips for a while, squeezed her chin, and wanted to kiss, No kiss.

Or changed direction, kissed her chin, and behind her ear.

Seeing her at Union Station today, Lin Yiyang knew that he was completely planted.

Her worry and distress were all seen in his eyes, like a mirror. The most fearful thing is to meet someone who is sincere. I give you 10 points, you give me 10 points back, I don't leave any room for you, and you don't want to retreat.

He could probably guess how he would treat Yin Guo in the future. It's smooth and smooth, it's okay to say no trouble or break up. Even if she is despised and dumped by her in the future, he will still miss her, even if she empathizes and runs away from someone, he will still miss her.

If you like something, you can't give up.

This is also the aspect of himself that he has lived to date the most.

…

When he kissed, Yin Guo was still like the first kiss, breathing hard, and his heartbeat was heavy.

Regarding long-distance relationships, there is a person and her boyfriend in her university dormitory who run back and forth between Beijing and Sichuan. They see each other once every two or three months, and they contribute to the China Railway every big and small holiday. According to the description of my classmates, every time I meet my boyfriend, I can't wait to look at each other for 24 hours, stick to each other, and don't want to waste a minute and a second.

Because it is rare, the intimacy every time we meet again is like the first time.

The same goes for connecting kisses, like never before.

Now, so are they.

Lin Yiyang hugged her, went up, let her lie down on the cushion, kissed her neck, forehead, ears, and hair, and in the end, both of them started to mess up, their breathing was messed up, their eyes were messed up, and everything was messed up.

"You wait... I'll book a hotel first," she said. "I'll run out of rooms later."

Lin Yiyang's breath was hot and wrapped around her body.

He said in her ear: no more.

Yin Guo's brain banged, and he pushed his arm away with his elbow. The pile of colorful little bags in the drawer in the living room outside the house appeared in front of him, and Yin Guo was really afraid that he would go and bring them in.

Lin Yiyang could see her dodging and caring. The kiss just went too far and she misunderstood.

How could it be possible to go to bed as soon as the window paper was pierced, what the hell.

Lin Yiyang touched the edge of the coffee table, slid his hand from the table top, and found the phone he had thrown on it, then leaned inward, with his back against the wall, half sitting and half leaning, as if he was holding Yin Guo in his arms.

He typed a line in the memo and showed her:

Do nothing, just want to be with you.

Her heart was beating and she was silent.

In order to prove his innocence, Lin Yiyang wanted to get out of bed to find a computer and watch a movie with her. As it went over her leg, the elbow hit her calf. Yin Guo let out a low cry and ducked.

Lin Yiyang noticed that her knee was injured, sat back, pulled her leg over, and rolled up her trousers.

Sure enough, there were bruises under the knees.

"Just came over from the bathroom and bumped it again, the second time," she said. "It wasn't that bad when I came in."

Lin Yiyang went out silently.

I found a piece of clean white gauze from the medicine box, poured the ice cubes from the refrigerator into the gauze, tied it into a small pinch, and pressed Yin Guo on the bruise.

The man on the opposite side has been observing Lin Yiyang's activities here and wants to drink water, but he is afraid that coming to the restaurant will disturb them.

Because there was a lot of movement on the sliding door, when people heard Lin Yiyang open the door, they deduced that it was "intermission", so they walked out and hurried to find water. What he saw outside the door was Lin Yiyang compressing Yin Guobing's knee... He made up countless pictures in his brain.

I admired secretly in my heart, and the buddy was awesome, and it was such a fierce kneeling posture when I came up.

…

While he was looking for ointment in the restaurant, his roommate happily patted his shoulder. The communication between men is actually very simple, especially when it comes to sex, a look is enough to express emotions openly.

Lin Yiyang ignored his roommate, found the ointment, took his own medicine and stuffed a throat tablet in his teeth.

Back home, locked the door.

"What did he tell you?" Yin Guo asked curiously, holding the handful of ice in both hands.

Lin Yiyang raised the corner of his mouth, and typed it to her on his mobile phone:

Ask us what we have for breakfast.

No wonder it's roommates, they really hit it off.

The ice cube was too cold, and she gave up after applying it for a long time. Anyway, it was just a blue bump, not a serious injury.

After such tossing, Lin Yiyang had no idea of ​​intimacy.

He turned off the floor lamp.

Inside the house, the little flame of the incense candle was swaying, and it was extinguished by him.

Lin Yiyang took a cushion as a pillow and covered his coat. Afraid that Yin Guo would be inconvenient to go to the toilet in the middle of the night, he slept on the inside. As soon as he lay down, he turned his back to Yin Guo and faced the wall.

It's telling her with actions, sleep steadily, I don't do anything.

He closed his eyes and noticed that the coat on his body was lifted, and the quilt was covered on his waist.

The bed was moving, but he didn't.

Half a minute later, the girl behind her whispered, "Good night."

He seemed to be asleep and didn't respond.

Yin Guo quietly pulled a corner of the Khmer quilt and tried to block the light of his mobile phone. He couldn't help but sent Zheng Yi a WeChat message.

Xiaoguo: In?

Zheng Yi: Yes.

Xiaoguo: Let me tell you something... I live in Lin Yiyang's house now.

After a second of silence, suddenly, the entire room rang out with the sound of a voice call.

Yin Guoxin rushed to her throat and quickly refused.

Xiaoguo: He's right behind me!

Zheng Yi: 419? Have protective measures been taken? ?

Xiaoguo: It's not 419, I haven't reported to you, he chases me.

Zheng Yi: ? ? ? ?

Xiaoguo: Then, I came to see him. Instead of staying in a hotel, I slept at his house...

Zheng Yi: ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

Zheng Yi: Awesome.

Yin Guo raised the corner of the quilt a little higher and blocked the light with a guilty conscience.

Xiaoguo: I want to tell you that I have a boyfriend.

It seems that after talking to a good friend, this relationship has been opened, and it is under the sun when it sees the light. Otherwise, I always feel that I am having an affair, I am not sure about the relationship, and I will touch and play ambiguous.

Zheng Yi: If it's a real boyfriend, I advise you to stop talking, turn off the phone, lift the quilt, and rush directly. Anyway, it's your own, you don't need to use it for nothing. Men, as you get older, you really use it less once.

Xiaoguo: …Speak well.

Zheng Yi: Well, seriously, no matter what you do, you have to wear a condom.

Xiaoguo: Goodbye.

Zheng Yi: Come back, come back, I rushed out of the cafe to chat with you, and squatted on the side of the road looking for a signal. Come back to me, come back, can't sleep! If he wants to sleep with you so soon, it's not for real!

Zheng Yi: The faster a man sleeps with you, the more it shows that he has slept with you countless times in his heart. The easier it is to sleep, the easier it is to share, the eternal law.

Xiaoguo: ...he didn't sleep with me...

Zheng Yi: Did you touch it? It's nothing, lads, it should be, it's also a way to cultivate feelings.

Xiaoguo: Goodbye.

She quietly pulled the quilt off her face and put her phone on the edge of the coffee table.

Suddenly, a shock shook the back of Yin Guo's hand, which was his mobile phone. There was a throbbing in her heart, and the man beside her didn't move. Well, she probably fell asleep. She put her cell phone side by side next to him.

In the dark, the two rectangular screens went out successively.

When Yin Guo woke up again, she was woken up by the alarm clock.

She muttered in her dream, acquiescing in the habit of the little girl in the clinical sleeping club on the left: "What time did you set the alarm clock, it's too early..."

No one answered.

The alarm clock is still ringing.

She frowned, and a small hole formed at the corner of her mouth. She was awakened, with a depressed expression of getting up.

I pulled the quilt, but I didn't move, but I felt itchy on the tip of my nose.

When I opened my eyes, the scene in front of me went from hazy to clear, all of which were the same white half-sleeves, and there were no words at all. Isn't that what Lin Yiyang wore last night...

Lin Yiyang turned off the alarm clock and found that the person under him woke up.

He had just been woken up by the alarm clock. He turned over to get his phone, but when he opened his eyes, he saw that her mind was blank. After a while, I remembered that I didn't give any room for negotiation last night, so I left the girl in my bed to sleep.

He was staring at her, looking at the girl who shared the bed with him, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Awake?"

The sound is like the effect of smoking a few packs of cigarettes overnight. My throat started to improve, but it was still dry and painful.

Yin Guo looked at his Adam's apple, and his chin, the chin with stubble.

Is waking up the weakest willpower?

She felt that the atmosphere in the room was stronger than last night, whether it was because the window was closed, or because the aftertaste of the candles last night, and the smell of the two of them after they woke up, melted into the air.

His half-sleeve front was next to her nose, she felt itchy, and she didn't expect to push it away with her hand: "What time is it?"

"Seven o'clock." He replied on her forehead.

Lin Yiyang was on top, and she was lying on the bottom with the quilt across.

He knew that his body really had desires this time, and it had nothing to do with the string in his heart. The body was longing for the person he liked. There was no right or wrong, only an honest response.

Yin Guo was stunned at first, but after a second, two seconds... After knowing what it was, her legs moved to the left.

Very good, more obvious, not dodging at all.

It's okay if she doesn't move, she's just brushing the gun when she moves.

There was a fire in Lin Yiyang's eyes, he didn't say a word, he sat up and leaned his back to the corner of the wall: "You sleep a little longer."

He heard Yin Guo's "um", and his Adam's apple slid slightly. His right fingers moved, and slowly, he pulled out the quilt that was being held down by him, so that she could cover it more easily.

Yin Guo was pretending to be asleep, he rolled over and got out of bed, opened the door and went out.

When the supermarket opened at 8 o'clock, Lin Yiyang went to buy a new toothbrush and a towel. In the silver supermarket shelf, he picked out a small light blue toothbrush from the stacks of toothbrushes hanging, and the towel also came with A set of the same color. When he walked to the cashier, he saw a person selling Apple power cords. The pink ones were very nice, and he picked one up. Charge her phone.

When he got home, he boiled a pot of boiling water and scalded his toothbrush and towels.

With his hands in the scalding water, he picked up the soaked soft towel, wringed it dry, and found a clean hanger to hang on the metal handrail outside the bathroom.

After everything was arranged properly, he knocked on his door: "Go to the bathroom when you get up, the toothbrushes and towels are all new."

The people inside agreed.

He stood there, looking at the door of the room where he slept day and night. For the first time, he was outside the door, and someone was inside the door—just woke up, hadn't washed yet, and slept inside hungry. Pretty mysterious.

He remembered what his younger brother said when he drank too much on the night of his wedding and called himself an international call: find a home, brother.

…

The door slid open, Yin Guo looked out a little, and collided with Lin Yiyang. There were some emotions deep in his pupils, which had not yet subsided, and when he saw her guilty conscience, it was unavoidable that it was scorching.

"What are you looking at?" he asked hoarsely.

"I'm afraid your roommate is here." She was embarrassed to find a reason for herself.

When Yin Guo was looked at by him, the boss felt uncomfortable: "Get out of the way, I'll go over."

Lin Yiyang didn't move.

He wanted to ask her, did he regret it?

After seeing his real life, the side of a poor student, the not-so-glamorous side, will he regret it?

He was thinking that he should also give Yin Guo a chance to choose, to understand the choice after the blind date, and to introduce each other's family background and investigate, but he didn't want to ask.

Seeing that he was silent, Yin Guo thought of the experience that the two of them almost lost their guns an hour ago, forcibly pushed Lin Yiyang aside, slipped out of his eyes, and went into the bathroom. The front foot goes in, and the back foot comes out: "How do you usually live, just take me there."

After finishing speaking, he said again: "You don't need to eat well, play well."

She was afraid that he would bring her own food and that he would spend money.

Lin Yiyang smiled and nodded in her serious eyes.

He also wanted to take Yin Guo to see his own world.

After Yin Guo finished washing up, he took her to the subway for more than ten stations. After leaving the station, he saw the red building of a youth hostel within five minutes of walking. There were a lot of guests in the hotel, and he took her to the elevator in the northwest corner of the first floor of the hotel.

Press the basement floor.

When the elevator door opened again, the sound of billiard **** crashing into my ears was already heard.

Half of the more than ten tables were filled with people. At the door, a black-haired man at the counter was wiping the refrigerator with a quick rag. Looking back at Lin Yiyang, he smiled, "Brother Yang."

This sound made everyone in the ball room look over, except for the foreign tourists at the two tables of youth hostels.

One after another, the young men were calling him, saying something, Brother Yang.

As in the ballroom in New York, the people here seem to know him well.

But there is also a difference, more like one's own person, rather than a friend who is purely called a brother. In Beicheng Club, everyone usually treats Meng Xiaodong like this.

Lin Yiyang agreed to greet everyone.

"Get some breakfast," he put Yin Guo's club on the counter, "clear the table for your sister-in-law, nine balls."