It’s Colder Today

Until love is like an effervescent tablet thrown into water, just like the small bubbles produced, the effervescent tablet falls and the small bubbles rise.

Those little bubbles overflowed from Shiyun's eyes.

Wei Cong responded and touched her shoulder through her pajamas. When he met Shi Yun's eyes, he thought of the way she stared at him last time when they played cards, and how she said she had liked him for a long time.

The palm prints are against the cloth, and the warmth from both sides is transmitted to each other's skin through the cloth. Wei Songying gently pinched the flesh on her body and said in a frivolous tone, "Do you like me so much?"

Shi Yun did not answer the question. Looking at the person close at hand, he recalled another person in his mind, whose tone was similar to his. A long time ago, she and a man were wrapped in a blanket on the balcony of the hotel, watching thousands of golden lights falling on the ridge and the rolling clouds and mist.

As the memories fermented, Shi Yun looked at him, finally turned around, put her arms around his neck, leaned in to take his lips, her warm tongue grazed the slightly cool lower lip, and she tasted the faint mint in his mouth. smell.

Wei Zongying was nearly knocked down on the carpet by her sudden attack, but the strength of his waist, abdomen and back allowed him to stabilize himself in mid-air while leaning back. Wei Congying put one hand on the ground and held her against him with the other hand.

The hand supporting the floor left the carpet, and he raised his arm to hug her. Wei Cong's hand just touched the back of her neck, and he felt his teeth nibbling on his lower lip, but it didn't hurt.

The kiss was a little green, probably because it was the first time I kissed him. She just sucked his lips and did nothing else.

Wei Zongying held the back of her neck and felt the cervical bones under her skin. The protruding bones fit into his palm. The palm of his hand was large, his front palm pressed against the back of her neck, and his thumb lightly pressed against her throat.

By the time Shiyun reacted, she had completely turned around and was sitting face to face with him.

Her hair was entangled in his fingers that were lightly clasping her neck, and the hand pressing her throat gave her a slight suffocation feeling, but there was no discomfort caused by suffocation.

His hand was placed on Shiyun's neck, a few degrees lower than the skin of her neck, and his presence on her neck was obvious. He could feel the rise and fall of her Adam's apple and the beating of the arteries in her neck with his palms. He controls the important level of her oxygen intake, just like a captain who controls the rudder of a ship in the midst of a tsunami and storm.

They heard the sound of cables working through the not-so-soundproof door, then the elevator arrived, and then the sound of footsteps.

Before the doorbell rang, he turned his face sideways and pressed his lips intimately to Shiyun's hair. His breath was slightly unsteady and he asked her: "Are you willing to do what happens next?"

For a moment, Shi Yun didn't know that he was asking himself, but the person who had been thinking about him asked himself. She looked at his face and just nodded, not understanding who she was answering.

The doorbell rang.

The expedited express delivery has arrived.

Wei Zongying stood up and walked over quickly, opening the door before the delivery boy called him. The handover ceremony was quick. As soon as the door opened and closed, in just a few seconds, he had a paper bag in his hand. The takeaway boy’s voice begging for a good review finally disappeared at the door.

He walked over while opening the sealed paper bag.

He casually took a square box out of the bag and threw the rest away.

He knelt down next to Shiyun, then reached out and picked her up from the carpet.

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When Wei Zongying was studying in the United States, he lived in a host family. The widow across the street was a woman who lived a hard life with three children but was refined. There is a yard of camellias in front of her house.

During the flowering season, you can always see a clump of camellia branches growing out of the wooden fence of the flower garden.

Now his mind was thinking about the red camellias that filled the yard during the flower season, and a wall-creeper that didn't exist appeared in his memory.

The camellia and the wall-creeper were planted together, and the wall-creeper clung to the branches of the camellia and climbed up. That's the instinct growing in the wall-creeper's genes, and it wraps around every branch of the camellia.

The jiāo is intertwined, the yard is full of red, and the yard is full of green.

So all the flowers and leaves grew wildly toward it, were shackled by it, and wrapped by it.

The cement gray sheets made of washed cotton have been put on for a few days. There is no smell of detergent, and there is not much lemon smell of shower gel.

He probably doesn't smoke on the bed, so the bed doesn't look like an ashtray.

There were no lights in the bedroom, and there was a big gap in the curtains. Shi Yun turned her head and looked at the rain outside through the window.

It's a pity that her location is not a good viewing position. The glass covered with rain blurred the bright neon lights in the night scene, and the neon lights exploded in the water droplets, as if everything in the myopic world was there.

Her gaze moved to another window that was not blocked by the tall building opposite. That window could see the sky, but after looking at it for a long time, she finally saw only a dark, cloudy sky with no stars or moon.

The light that shines into the room is not moonlight but neon lights.

The water on the road collects and eventually flows into the sewer.

A raindrop the size of a mung bean can overturn an ant's boat, and the rain outside the window doesn't seem to stop for a while.

He bullied her into not reading Wang Xiaobo's book and not knowing "The Golden Age". Wang Xiaobo said that there were as many stars in the sky as dew, and he said that there were as many as raindrops on the windows. It was an ordinary description of the scenery.