I'm still doing fine

Chapter 36 - The Heart

Maybe for a few seconds, maybe for a few minutes, An Yichi felt that he had lost the concept of time, he seemed to be holding his breath, but he didn't seem to.

The nasal cavity is familiar with the warm breath, and the eyes are unfamiliar pupils filled with his own reflection.

An Yichi felt a little shy after knowing it, and slowly closed his eyelids, his fan-like eyelashes swept across the delicate skin of Liang Duanyuan's lower eyelid, making him itch from the bottom of his heart.

Liang Duanyuan's breathing was stagnant, she stretched out her hand to protect the back of his head and approached him, pushed the man against the wooden cabinet door, tilted her head, and kissed him harder.

How to describe it?

At such a critical juncture, An Yizhi was in a daze, his mind was in a mess, turning upside down.

The faint sweetness of citrus is the aroma of the hotel's own shampoo, the refreshing mint ice wind is the remnant of the toothpaste in the tooth cup of the sink, and the warm rose fragrance is the aroma of the air freshening box in the dressing room. transpiration...

There was something else, the indescribable fierceness and aggression, which made him throb and restless, but also made him calm and at ease.

Amidst the flickering heartbeats that seemed to be swinging on a swing, there was a distant knock at the door, which made the two people who were hiding stop, and their lips parted with insatiable desire.

Liang Duanyuan hugged An Yichi with one arm, blocked him by the cabinet door, poked her head out to answer the aunt who came to urge her, and supported the wooden frame to breathe.

The seemingly absent breath was a little farther away.

An Yichi sniffed lightly, and understood.

It turned out that the unknown...was the smell of Liang Duanyuan.

"Go back." When Liang Duanyuan looked back, she still pretended to be calm inside. Although her fingertips were trembling and her ears were red, but fortunately she was tall enough to prevent An Yichi from looking, "Let's go together."

Ke An Yizhi licked his lips very lightly, with a thin layer of mist in his clear eyes, looked up at him, and murmured uncertainly, "Let's... kiss?"

The eyes of the two collided, and their respective masters bowed their heads first, and their entire faces turned red in an instant.

"Yeah." Liang Duanyuan paused for a while, took out a new bath towel and wiped An Yizhi's hair, and when the redness at the base of his ears receded, he suddenly bent over and kissed him again, his hot and humid breath was like vines growing wildly, wrapping around him the whole body.

This time, I don't need An Yizhi to make sure. After a kiss that pressed his lips hard, Liang Duanyuan got up to leave and gently pinched his earlobe. Her voice was slightly hoarse, but she was very sure, "It's a kiss."

The electronic screen on the lock screen points to two o'clock in the morning, the bright headlights are turned off in the hallway, only the soft spotlights in the ceiling groove throw bunches of delicate orange umbrellas, and the world falls into a deep sleep.

Liang Duanyuan and An Yichi staggered towards the elevator shaft together. They stepped on the long-haired carpet, making sporadic rubbing noises.

An Yichi took two steps slower, and fell not far behind Liang Duanyuan. He kept his head down, as if something was embroidered on the same cotton slippers in a hotel.

After the ambiguous temperature dissipated, he finally calmed down, feeling a little embarrassed.

Probably scared.

Liang Duanyuan thought, otherwise, she couldn't just put on pants while wearing a swimsuit, or walk out of the dressing room rashly and almost took the phone cord card of the locker door.

But he couldn't just leave it alone, he raised his hand a little helplessly, and supported An Yi's arm that was hanging by the corner of his clothes, "Press the up button."

"...Oh, oh!" An Yichi shook slightly, and suddenly came back to his senses, and found that the elevator stopped on the first floor, but it didn't open.

He took two steps over and pressed down on the two rounded rectangles on the wall, then stopped and waited politely.

After a while, the elevator stopped on the first floor, but the door still didn't open.

"What's going on?" An Yichi was at a loss, and stretched out his hand to press it again, thinking that the button feels a bit stiff, is it... "broken?"

He turned his head to look at Liang Duanyuan, just bumping into a pair of smiling eyes that were holding back a smile, "No."

Liang Duanyuan approached, brushed his arm over his dangling fingertips, and pressed another button less than one centimeter above the two rounded rectangles, and an upward arrow suddenly lit up with the movement, "You press What's the keyhole for?"

A crisp bell rang, and the elevator door parted from the center line. An Yichi squinted his eyes, then bent over to get closer, and looked carefully at the two rounded rectangles he had pressed earlier, in the middle of the two copper-yellow keyholes. Liangtangtang stood there, like a wordless taunt.

"It's really..." He thought it was funny, and for a moment he was foolishly forgetting the embarrassment, the corners of his eyes curled up to show the conspicuous dimples on his cheeks, he followed Liang Duanyuan into the elevator, scratching the hair on the back of his head, looking a little childish, " How did you make it look like this, on purpose?"

Liang Duanyuan's lips curled up, she leaned against the wall to look at him in her pocket, and suddenly asked, "Are you nearsighted? I've never seen you wear glasses before."

"It's a little bit, it's more than 300 degrees on both sides." An Yichi pinched Shan Gen's bones, "I'm not used to wearing glasses all the time except in class."

"Can you see clearly?"

Liang Duanyuan thought of Chen Chen, who had the same prescription as An Yi, but always wore glasses, otherwise he would not be able to see the bus number plate or the direction of the bicycle.

One time I broke half of my lens when I was playing, and when I went out to play, I felt like I grew up beside Tang Xiaozheng, pointing to the desserts in the window and asking, "Look at how much this is? How about this? And that one over there, What kind of stuffing is it on top..."

"Not too clear." An Yi held a smile, and looked up at him slightly, "For example, at this distance now, your face seems to be... softly lit."

Liang Duanyuan looked at the smiling face, as if her mood brightened suddenly, "Oh, that sounds like a good thing."

"It's a good thing." An Yichi was very cooperative, and first made himself laugh, "Everyone who walks on the road every day is blurry and looks good."

"It will still be inconvenient." Liang Duanyuan took out her room card, swiped open the door and held on, "Why don't you want to wear glasses?"

An Yichi didn't speak at first, and was thinking about whether he could use the excuse that he looked better without glasses, but when he entered the door and sat at the end of the bed, he saw Liang Duanyuan carefully pull the door bolt, and before he was paying attention, he had already pulled the door The luggage of the two of them was neatly arranged, and the silent care and thoughtfulness seemed extremely ironic, which was very attentive.

He suddenly remembered Liang Duanyuan's words.

"I know your grievances. Others don't know, but I know."

"Don't be polite to me in the future."

"Forget all the things that are not worth remembering, and tell me if you want to say something, we always have to move forward..."

Liang Duanyuan never mocked him for his hypocrisy, nor accused him of being weak, and was even patient and tried every means to turn around and reach out to him.

You shouldn't hide it from him like you hide it from all insignificant outsiders, Liang Duanyuan is... different.

Otherwise, if one day, he gets chilled, he will leave without looking back.

An Yichi's heart tightened, and the teeth that were biting his lower lip loosened, and the voice seemed to come out, "It hurts to be beaten."

"Wearing glasses and being beaten." An Yichi waited for Liang Duanyuan to look over, then reached out and pressed the Jingming acupoint, smiled and said, "If the nose pad pokes the eye, it will hurt very much. So it's better not to wear it, anyway. Few people will greet me, and it doesn't matter if they can see clearly."

"That's it." Liang Duanyuan looked at his expression, was slightly taken aback, turned on the warm yellow reading light by the bed, drew the curtains and sat back by the bed, stretched out his hand and patted An Yizhi's head, "That's not it." Wear it, be careful when crossing the road to catch the bus, I can help you when you need it."

He quickly withdrew his hand and lay down under the blanket. An Yichi's eyelashes trembled, and he saw the frame of those bruised knees under the wide pajama pants at the moment he turned over.

The picture went backwards one by one, and An Yichi suddenly remembered that Liang Duanyuan was kneeling in the pool of warm water earlier, from beginning to end.

"En." When the room was dark, An Yichi opened his mouth, "Liang Duanyuan, can I call your name in the future?"

Liang Duanyuan responded with a low and gentle voice, so An Yichi went on to say, "I can't tell who is who on the road, but I can recognize you."

"You...the way you walk is very special."

As if she had heard these words somewhere, Liang Duanyuan's first reaction was a little stunned, and then leaked into an indescribable soreness.

special? ……special.Walking posture, crossed and swinging arms, trousers with wrinkled knees, faded and silent crowds, and the only smiling face that shines.

It turned out that in An Yichi's eyes, he was also an extraordinary figure among thousands of people.

The neon lights fell, and the fireworks rose, like a head-on collision with the strong wind before the rainstorm. Her hair danced wildly and her skirts fluttered. Liang Duanyuan, 20, felt suffocated in the center of the storm.

He who has been confessed to but has no fluctuations, he who has repeatedly been indifferent to the wailing of older men and young people eager to get out of the singles, is always joked that he not only misses the puppy love, but also has a high probability of catching up with the dusk love. One night, after a long time, my heart beat.

The moon shadow is intoxicated, the sky is lingering, and the rising sun is floating on the water in the east, as if it has also had a good meal of old wine.

Tang Xiaozheng was awakened by the alarm bell next to Chen Chen's pillow, turned over reluctantly, opened one eye and saw that the person on the bed had already curled up at the foot of the bed, and sang Zheng Huan's song " Childhood Collection.

"Get up and have breakfast." He stood beside the bed slowly, patted Chen Chen but ignored his movements, turned around and drew the curtains, opened the window, and turned up the volume of the TV series on the central one, and advanced by himself. Went to the bathroom to wash.

When he came out refreshed and took a look, as expected, Chen Chen tucked into the quilt into a perfect circle, still sleeping.

"When will you grow up?" Tang Xiaozheng sighed and looked at him for a long time.

Finally lifted off the thin quilt, reached in to grab a handful, accurately pulled out Chen Chen's sluggish wrist, and pulled him to sit up in a daze with a little force, "Who said that you can't waste the breakfast voucher and you have to start at eight o'clock?" , the alarm clock is specially set for me, isn't it?"

He was used to it, and he was also confused, so that Chen Chen's eyes were full of clarity, and he was caught off guard when he uttered a word, and he calmed down, "Hey, didn't you ignore me? You insisted!"