I, Qing Huan

Qing Huan opened her eyes wide in the darkness. She couldn't see anything, but she knew that the light-colored eyes were just a square inch away. The person on the opposite side twisted their heads slightly, staggering the tips of their noses, making the lips closer and deeper.

After the lights were turned off, the temperature of the air conditioner was raised a bit by the conductor, and it was just right to sleep under the quilt normally. But buried his head in the quilt, breathing in the tight cloth made the air thicker and thicker, like porridge, braving the steam, the material in the pot was their intertwined breathing and gradually rapid panting.

After a while, Qing Huan felt her wet tongue touch her lower lip.

Nanyang never took the initiative to stretch out her tongue, everything she did was so restrained, she never even sucked hard when kissing. It was obvious that she was the 35-year-old older person, but all the intimacy between them was Qinghuan who actively guided her, took the initiative to pry, take the initiative, and take the initiative to entangle her. She has never been like this.

Before Qing Huan had time to think about the strangeness, she was brought forward by the fingers near her ears. The woman next to her turned her head, her breath was pressed on top of her, and she swam in softly. Between her lips and teeth.

The thinner oxygen in the quilt made her want to open her nose and breathe hard, but she only opened her mouth a little bit, and she was bitten together more closely by the woman above. I breathed in shortly between my nose, but what poured into my nose was a breath exhaled by the other party. She couldn't breathe fresh oxygen, the heart in her chest was beating frantically, her brain was suffocated and the blood was on the top, making her cheeks almost melted.

This is on the train.

In this small space of less than ten square meters, there are five other strangers sleeping around. She is a star, the "god" farthest away from these ordinary people, but she is lying among these ordinary people now, and the girl in the lower bunk opposite is less than a meter away from them. Under the cover of this thinness, she began to be emotional.

Will anyone stare at them in the dark?

Will anyone find the charm in the quilt?

When will the patrolling conductor pass here with a flashlight...

Qing Huan bit Nanyang's lip and moved slightly at the bottom of the quilt. She couldn't help folding her right leg on her left leg, her toes curled up tightly.

Nanyang noticed the movement of pinching her legs and drew her lips along her side face to the ear with diamond stud earrings, and asked softly, "Want?"

Qing Huan hugged Nan Yang's back tightly, her cheekbones were about to be cooked, she buried her face in Nan Yang's hair and gave a shameful grunt.

Nan Yang arched her back slightly, and pulled the quilt down a bit to expose Qing Huan's face so that she could breathe normally. After being exposed to the fresh and cool air, Qinghuan took a few breaths greedily, and at the same time suppressed the trembling vocal cords while breathing, without awakening Liuliu next to her.

But before she took a few breaths, she saw the woman on her body taking a neatly folded handkerchief out of her pocket, handing it to her mouth, and saying, "Bite."

Qing Huan blushed and asked: "Why?"

"Because you will bark later."

Qing Huan's face turned redder. She is really easy to speak out, and how depressed Nan Yang is in bed, is how indulgent she is in bed. If you record their process, the content must be monotonous, so monotonous as if she directed and acted by herself. Nanyang knew that she was used to venting when she was comfortable, so she had to find something to block her source of venting.

Qing Huan closed her eyes, opened her mouth tremblingly, and bit the handkerchief Nanyang handed over.

The quilt closed gently, but the other person's head did not stay outside the quilt.

She raised her neck and stared at the car window glass, starting from the rusty dark silver window frame, her eyes slowly moved down along a faint halo.

The car was passing through the tunnel, accompanied by a heavy and rhythmic rumbling, and orange light pierced her eyes again and again. When the next light spot arrived, the previous light spot became a vertical beam of light as the train progressed. She saw that beam of light continuously pierced into the row of windows on the side of the train train. Starting from their window, the depth was shallow. Yes, like a lollipop in the mouth of a little girl, vomiting, vomiting, wanton and soft.

At the end of the tunnel, the last beam of light slowly went away, and the city outside the tunnel was raining, and the moist rain made the light sticky and moist. Guang walked far away, like a firefly flying around and away, staying in her most heart-warming place for a while, and then leaving with her excitement and nostalgia.

The windows were splashed with dense rain, and the rain flowed down from the upper edge. There were a few cold raindrops in the cracks of the unclosed car windows and fell on her eyebrows and the end of her eyes. The teeth were clenched tighter and tighter, the handkerchief was already folded thick when it was inserted, but she could still vaguely feel the occlusal contours of the upper and lower teeth.

Boom

The train shook violently, and at the same time, a bolt of lightning exploded from the horizon outside the window.

She raised her head vigorously, closed her eyes vigorously, bit the handkerchief in her mouth desperately, and let out a muffled sob in her throat. The white handkerchief that had been soaked and soaked long ago was like a fresh lily, held in her mouth, and when she bit her teeth, the edge of the handkerchief was lifted up like petals that were blooming.

The saturated handkerchief was bitten out and some moist, the saliva flowed obliquely into the ears along the corner of her mouth, mixed with the damp sweat, and moistened her hair into a bowl of soaked sticky soft noodles.

There was a rustle in the face.

The other face, also wet with sweat, came out of the quilt and lay quietly beside her.

Nan Yang raised his hand and wiped the corners of his moist mouth, his voice dull and shallow:

"Tired?"

With a handkerchief in her hands, Qing Huan nodded weakly, feeling as if she had just taken it out of the bathtub.

Nan Yang twisted the veil and took it out of Qing Huan's mouth. When he took it out, the veil brought out a long silver thread, and Qing Huan looked at the squeezing thread, blushing like blood, and hurriedly turned her head away from Nan Yang's gaze.

Nan Yang put his handkerchief aside, hugged Qing Huan, kissed her ear, and said softly, "If you are tired, go to sleep."

"……Ok."

Qing Huan snorted, nestled in Nan Yang's arms, and closed his eyes.

Nan Yang pursed her aching lips, holding Qinghuan in her arms and looking at the thunderstorm outside the car window, watching the water marks pouring on the transparent glass, but her eyes seemed to pass through the rain scene, looking towards an unknown place.

Time slowly passed, unconsciously, it was already two o'clock in the morning.

The person in his arms is already asleep.

Nan Yang carefully pulled out his arm, and got off the bed lightly. Her white shirt was wrinkled asleep, but she didn't care about the folds, only took her white windbreaker, casually draped it on her shoulders, and silently walked to the other side of the carriage.

Sun Xuxue stood in the secret space where he got on and off the bus, playing with his mobile phone, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

"Xuxue."

She called softly.

Sun Xuxue immediately raised her head and bowed her head respectfully: "Ancestor, you are here."

"Yeah." Nanyang leaned against the wall, with no expression on his face, "what do I want you to buy?"

"it's here!"

Sun Xuxue hurriedly took out a box of cigarettes and a lighter from his coat pocket, holding them in both hands and handing them to Nanyang.

Nan Yang teared open the package, took out a long slender lady's cigarette and stuffed it into his mouth. Holding the cigarette in his mouth, he picked up the lighter. When he pressed his thumb, the light brown eyes reflected a pulsating fire.

Sun Xuxue looked at Nanyang smoking, her heart felt aching.

She didn't think smoking was a bad thing. She saw a lot of smokers, and the old smokers around her could smoke one by one. But this is the first time she has seen Nanyang smoke. She always seems to feel that people like Nanyang shouldn't smoke. She is such a conservative ancient person who can't even pierce her ears. How can she smoke?

For some reason, when she saw Nanyang spit out the turbid smoke, the word "degenerate" appeared in her mind.

She was like looking at the purest cloud floating in the sky. It was suddenly stained with the color of dirty crow, then it condensed into dew, turned into rain, fell into the mortal dust, and plunged into the muddy depression. She can only watch and can't do anything.

"cough."

Nanyang was choked by the smoke. Obviously she was not proficient, and she didn't know how to smoothly let the nicotine roll in her lungs.

"Ancestor, why don't you stop smoking first?" Sun Xuxue asked courageously.

Nan Yang shook his head and passed the cigarette into his mouth again: "It's okay, it's more comfortable like this."

"Yes." Sun Xuxue didn't dare to say more.

Nanyang took another deep breath, but halfway through that breath, she coughed again. Sun Xuxue saw her trembling suddenly, as if she could not stand firmly, her hands were on the wall, and when the cigarette was taken out of her mouth, the cigarette holder was already covered with blood.

"Ancestor!" Sun Xuxue was startled, and hurriedly took out a tissue and handed it to her.

Nan Yang closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and said nothing.

Sun Xuxue stood aside with a paper towel at a loss, not knowing what to do.

"Xuxue."

After a long time, Nanyang called her again.

"Yes, ancestor." Sun Xuxue immediately responded.

"Take out your phone and turn on the recording."

"Yes, you...what do you want to record?"

Nanyang put the blood-stained smoke in his mouth again, and took a light sip with the blood mixed.

"……will."

Sun Xuxue was stunned, her eyes widened, "Will, will?!"

"Well, the will." Nan Yang glanced at the heavy rain outside the glass window with the smoke in it, "...Someone once told me that the goodbye must be said early enough to be complete."

Sun Xuxue covered her mouth, resisting the urge to cry, took out her mobile phone, shivered, opened the recording, and pressed the record button.

Nanyang took out his mobile phone and opened a file. She stared at the phone for a long time. There was a gap of ten seconds in the recording. After a long silence, she spoke slowly, her voice as thin as a lone mountain in the rain outside the window.

"In order to prevent property disputes and other disputes from occurring behind me, when I have a clear mind and full capacity for conduct, in accordance with relevant laws and regulations, this will is made as follows."

"I voluntarily left all the property under my name to my wife, including two sets of real estate in Beijing and Shanghai. The title certificate number is Shanghai Fangdi Zi (2020) No. 33054 and No. 34086, and three sets of real estate in Huzhong City. The certificate numbers are Hufangdizi (2005) No. 800967, No. 812398, No. 928760. Including three Audi A4L, one Audi A6, one BMW 650i, one Lamborghini LP670, and one LP550. Including personal accounts The internal fixed deposit is RMB 203400081.53, the demand deposit is RMB 55,005,700.82, and the 30% shareholding of Mei Group."

"After this, if I have a new property or increase in savings, it will be left to my wife. All my property will belong to her."

At this point, Nanyang's voice was already trembling slightly, Yan hadn't been visited for a while, and sparks burned to the edge of her index and middle fingers.

After a long while, she smiled softly and finished the last sentence:

"Including my remains, also owned by her."

Sun Xuxue pressed the recording stop button and opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something.

Her gaze shifted slightly, her whole body shook violently, and her facial features instantly expanded to the extreme.

She stared at Nan Yang's back and staggered back.

Nan Yang seemed to have noticed something, and followed her gaze back, and when she saw the person behind her, the smoke between her fingers slipped and fell to the ground, sparks splashed.

Standing at the entrance of the carriage, Qing Huan placed her hand on the junction of the car skin beside her, digging out the rough metal skin with her fingertips, and blood stains were dug out under each finger.

With tears in her eyes, she gave a wry smile, her voice trembling:

"What else do you want to leave to me?"