Waiting For The Wind Warming Up To Kiss You

After the madness, there was a strong sense of exhaustion. Fu Xueli hurriedly dressed in a series of desperate calls, kissed Xu Xingchun, and then left the messy hotel and hurried back to Fu's home.

During the journey from the hotel to home, Fu Xueli was absent-minded, knowing that Xu Xingchun was going back to his grandmother's house in Y City, and didn't know when to meet next time. I didn't notice it when I left, and now I'm not together, the feeling of reluctance is floating in my heart. Haunted.

As soon as he entered the door, he was dragged forward by Fu Chenglin's arm. He tightened his thick eyebrows and his tone became cold. "Where have you been fooling around these days?"

"Nowhere, I went to play cards." She said nonsense, not in good spirits, and shook off her cousin's hand. She wants to go upstairs to change clothes, but she doesn't care.

When I was young, I chased women and played a lot of tricks, so I paid Xueli's walking posture, and Fu Chenglin knew what she was doing without guessing.

He was anxious, leaned over, widened his eyes, and yelled, "Little bunny, the wings are hard?! You play and don't answer the phone. Do you know how much I worry about you?"

Fu Xueli disgusted and said, "My phone is dead! I've said it several times, please, don't talk about this kind of goosebumps, Fu Chenglin."

The two yelled at each other again and quarreled.

Fu Xueli walked around to the living room and was about to go upstairs angrily. As soon as she reached the escalator with her hand, she saw Fu Yuandong sitting on the sofa, not angry. His face was quite calm, he glanced at her in disheveled clothes, and said solemnly, "Come and sit down."

Fu Xueli paused and said bluntly and bluntly, "Oh..."

After sitting on the sofa, neither of them spoke. The air was silent, and Fu Xueli's head was still lowered. The two are like passers-by who have nothing to do with each other.

"I don't say I'm sick, will you never go back to this home for the rest of your life."

Fu Xueli didn't say a word, bit her lip, and stubbornly didn't speak. The corner of the eye didn't look up.

"I don't have a good job every day, and I don't return home. Do you still think of me as your uncle?" Just after speaking, Fu Yuandong coughed violently.

When I just wanted to rush out, I swallowed it abruptly, and when I glanced at my eyes, I was stabbed by those white hairs. Fu Xueli couldn't tell what it was like, and sat on the sofa without moving.

About ten minutes later, Fu Yuandong sighed deeply, waved, "Let's go, let's go."

Hearing this, Fu Xueli, like a rabbit stepping on its tail, jumped up and rushed upstairs. Don't want to stay longer for a second.

I didn't eat until 8 o'clock in the evening. There were not many relatives in Fu's family. Fu Yuandong was usually busy with work. At this time, it was hard to get a table of people. Everyone at the dinner table didn't talk much. Most of the time, it was Fu Chenglin and his girlfriend he brought back.

It was the first time that his girlfriend saw Fu Xueli, and she was secretly excited for a long time. Later, she asked for a few autographs after dinner. The same thing begs her to talk about her idol.

Fu Xueli was so patient that she would be impatient at all, so she would shut herself in the room if she let it go.

On the night of New Year’s Eve, fireworks and firecrackers were banned in the urban areas of the city in the past few years. This year the government canceled this regulation. As soon as it arrived, the sky was bright and banging. Aunt Qi came up and knocked on the door, asking her to go out to watch the fireworks, but Fu Xueli lazily refused.

Fu Xueli didn't want to return the new year greeting message on WeChat on the phone. She opened the curtains, looked up, and saw one after another burst of cannons and fireworks burst into the night sky. The overwhelming light, short and dazzling, has a panoramic view. She sniffed, and it suddenly occurred to her that she celebrated Xu Xingchun's birthday in high school.

After more than ten years, now I think of it like a dream.

Fu Xueli rolled over onto her bed, moved her body, pulled the pillow over her head. The whole person was lying on his stomach, and couldn't help but start thinking about Xu Xingchun. The corners of the mouth will rise for a while and leave it for a while.

It is estimated to have been dead for half an hour.

She thought arrogantly.

She said she was a mature woman of Bensan, how could she be so like a young girl who is in love with her.

Depressed at every turn.

There are still two or three days left during the holiday, so I have to go back to work.

It's not interesting to be with Xu Xingchun for anything now.

What should I do...

I took out my phone and checked the time. It was just one o'clock in the morning. After lying quietly for a while, there was an impulse in her heart, and Fu Xueli jumped up suddenly. A suitcase was taken out of the room, a few clothes were thrown away, put on a down jacket, a hat, a car key was picked up from the table, and he slipped downstairs and ran to the garage in the backyard.

Fu Chenglin estimated that he had gone out to make appointments with his wealthy second-generation friends. Others also fell asleep early. She drove a car of Fu Chenglin without notifying anyone. Put the ignition in gear and quickly drive away from the gate.

The car rushed out like a gust of wind.

Open the navigation, search the map, and then go to the expressway, a total of five hours' drive from Linshi to Y City.

Fu Xueli has always been an unbelievable activist, and he relies on his brain fever and impulse to do things.

Alone in the middle of the night, I spent one night driving to a small strange city.

Music was flowing in the carriage, and when she picked up the phone and dialed Xu Xingchun's number, her fingers were trembling slightly.

Ten minutes later.

The car was full of heating, cold air from outside poured in, and a layer of white mist was quickly condensed on the windows of the car, and the windshield wipers blew back and forth.

She knelt on her knees in the driving seat, and rushed over, knocking Xu Xingchun backward. Fu Xueli touched his knees to the base of his legs. Slightly nervously, he tugged at the clothes on his neckline, as if he was afraid he would run away. The chest is choking, and there is a mess of happiness and satisfaction.

Hearing him ask, "Why are you here?" Fu Xueli panted slightly, looking at Xu Xingchun's expression, inexplicably irritating. Without waiting for him to ask anything, he hugged his neck and leaned in to kiss silently.

From the corner of the mouth to the tip of the tongue, the moist saliva stirred and slid towards the base of the tongue.

Xu Xingchun let her hold her, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

Fu Xueli thought, she really liked Xu Xingchun.

Suddenly, it seemed to be possessed, and all the things in his mind were that kind of thing. The feeling of kissing him was like taking drugs, and it couldn't be restrained at all. Some things, the more you want to get too much, the more you cannot be satisfied.

After a long time, she reluctantly separated from him.

"What time is it." She asked hoarsely.

"It's over six o'clock." He replied.

"Take you to breakfast."

In the morning, there were locals selling things on the side of the road. Walking on the street and looking around, they are all simple courtyards with wooden windows and doors, which are simple, clear and simple.

When she landed on her feet, Fu Xueli saw that Xu Xingchun came with empty hands, wearing a shirt and trousers, and only a coat. The low temperature outside made her shiver, and she was surprised, "Don't you need to drive."

"Very close."

A lighted taxi drove in front of the two of them, passed the turn in front, and drove away. The street was cold, in the severe cold, and the wind in the morning was a bit cool, with a light blue gleam, making every pore on the body shiver.

The breakfast shop is just four or five steps away.

A forty or fifty-year-old aunt, wearing an apron, is sitting in a rocking chair. On the small bench next to him sits a five-year-old boy, holding an apple ready to deliver it to his mouth. He raised his eyes and looked at Xu Xingchun and Fu Xueli, who was wearing a mask. Their long eyelashes flickered and immediately jumped up and shouted, "Wow! Here is a guest."

She asked for shiitake mushroom siu mai and a cup of soy milk in her hand, and suddenly shouted, "Xu Xingchun."

He looked ahead, "Yeah."

"Nothing." Fu Xueli paused, without saying a word, holding his arm tightly, wanting to cry without tears, her lips pouted slightly, "My aunt seems to be here."

At the 24-hour convenience store, Xu Xingchun squatted in front of the shelves, swept, and took out a few packs of sanitary napkins. Then he walked to the cash register and took out the wallet from his pocket to pay the bill.

The female clerk smiled, "Sir, do you need anything else?"

He took the lighter and put it on the cash register, "Together."

After finding a place to change her aunt's towel, Fu Xueli sat in the car, chewing on the siu mai and swallowing it. Wipe off the oil stains on his hands and mouth with a paper towel. When Gululu drank the water, his eyes remained motionless and stared at Xu Xingchun.

The hair is jet-black, and the exposed skin is as white as jade. He was leaning against the car door and biting his cigarette. He had a clear outline and sharp features, but he was a little thin. No matter which angle he looked at, he was intoxicatingly handsome.

The distance is too close. From this angle, he can even see the sliding of every inch of smoke.

It's almost impossible to provoke people to collapse.

Without warning, Fu Xueli raised his hand to **** his cigarette, moving naturally, "Xu Xingchun, did you know that although you smoke handsome, you will die very early."

Xu Xingchun took a long shot, tilted his head slightly, and his eyes fell on her face. After a moment of frustration, he leaned forward and asked, "Is it okay to die?"

"I'm not going to let you die." Fu Xueli thought about her savings, and smiled arrogantly. "I tell you, I have a lot of money. Even if you are sick, I can support you for the rest of your life."

The slender hand was supporting the back of her head, his fingertips were a little cold, and his eyes were deep and boundless.

Why did you kiss again...

Fu Xueli opened her mouth and bit him.

The lips were soft, and the cool breath came into her mouth. He chewed a little bit at the sweet temperature in her mouth.

He touched the base of her ear with the back of his finger, which was a little hot.

She was pressed against her hip, embarrassed, and her body was still frozen. He held his wrist and held it in the palm of his hand. Xu Xingchun whispered vaguely, "...continue to bite."

Xu Xingchun hugged her tightly. She pierced his short, soft, jet-black hair with a finger, and she had the urge to squeeze it fiercely.

Why hasn't he changed.

I didn’t join the world, and smiled like an apology.

Morbid and affectionate.

It's her Xu Xingchun.