【Lou Cheng】 How easy is another day

Chapter 30

warning: Sexual description.Mindful readers please skip.It does not affect the understanding of the text at all (well, there is nothing special to understand in the text). OOC warning!

Minglou was writing a letter when Mingcheng walked in with a chill.

Rubbing his hands, Mingcheng put down the bag in his hand, and walked towards the desk while taking off his coat: "Writing a letter to Eldest Sister?"

Minglou stopped writing and looked back at him: "Yes. I didn't have time to write letters in Spain before. Now that I'm back, I have to make up. Send her some photos, so she won't miss it all the time."

After going abroad, they and their sister on the other side of the mainland maintained the frequency of at least one letter per week, and there were regular telegrams.Hearing this answer, Mingcheng walked up to Minglou, put his arms around his shoulders, and looked at the half-written letter on the desktop.

Minglou is a man who has a determination to kill and kill in his bones. Things that seem big to others, he often has an idea in an instant.But when it comes to writing letters to his sister, he is extremely patient and meticulous. Whenever Ding Jing mentions something in his last letter, he will definitely ask in his reply, and he can also find out from the handwriting of the original letter. Guess that Ding Jing is not in good health recently, or that his business has encountered some setbacks.In this regard, Mingtai would occasionally boldly say, "Brother is really a mother-in-law", but Mingcheng liked this kind of Minglou very much. He even felt that he was writing letters very well. will get bored.

He read Minglou's letter reminding his elder sister to add clothes to Tianhan, and especially pay attention to keeping warm when going back to the old house in Suzhou in the near future, so he couldn't help smiling.At this time, Minglou also turned his face to rub Mingcheng's hand on his shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Huh? So cold?"

"Yes, it's suddenly cold. They said it might snow tonight." Mingcheng's fingers lightly brushed across Minglou's cheeks, feeling the slight roughness left by the beard stubble on the back of his fingers, "Oh Today, my friend at the party gave me a bottle of wine, saying it was a late Christmas present."

Minglou nodded, kissed his fingertips, and said, "I haven't finished unwrapping the Christmas presents from my colleagues and friends before. I drove today and just brought them back. When I finish writing the letter, you can Take it apart."

Mingcheng withdrew his hand and asked him, "Have you had dinner yet?"

"Not yet. What about you?"

"I ate a little bit. Then you write, and I'll get you some. Say hello to Eldest Sister for me."

He walked to the door and turned back, asking, "What about the little thing, why didn't you see anyone?"

Minglou answered him without looking back: "A classmate of his is celebrating his birthday, and he invited the whole class to a party. I heard that his classmate's home is in Fontainebleau. I don't think he can come back tonight."

Mingcheng raised his eyebrows: "Understood. I'll leave him alone for dinner."

A few days after they returned from Spain, the refrigerator was stuffed with various Spanish hams, cheeses and fruits sent by friends.Mingcheng dug out a bag of pasta from the cabinet, cooked it, mixed it with the fried bacon, and finally sprinkled pepper, sea salt and shredded cheese, and added it with the half bottle of white wine that he didn't finish last night, that's all for a meal.

After Minglou returned to the study after washing the dishes, Mingcheng had already started unwrapping their Christmas presents.The two of them have mixed friendships, and received gifts from all over the world, from small wooden amulets from primitive tribes in East Africa (from a friend in the Sociology Department of the Sorbonne) to the best Cuban cigars (given by a German colleague of Minglou ), to all kinds of exquisite greeting cards, it took a while to dismantle them.

However, the two of them were not in a hurry, opened another drink, sat on the floor near the fireplace, chatted and read cards, and didn't mind any unexpected light kisses.Mingcheng has never been afraid of the cold, relying on being close to the heat source, wearing a woolen blanket but barefoot, read the card in his hand cross-legged and then forward it to Minglou.He suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to unwrap the gift he brought back, so he got up and took it, but after opening it, Ming Lou raised his brows high.

Looking at the faint green wine in the slender bottle, and at Minglou, Mingcheng scratched his head and said, "Uh...a gift from a classmate in college. I haven't drank it before."

For a moment, he seemed to be a bad student who was caught cheating by the teacher.

"Ah Cheng, I really want to give you a new look at your circle of friends." Minglou smiled noncommittally, and took the wine from him, "Czech goods. Not cheap."

Mingcheng immediately heard his implication, and he quickly grabbed the bottle again: "If you haven't drunk it, how would you know?"

Ming Lou deepened his smile slightly: "I didn't say I didn't drink."

"Hey..." Mingcheng glared at him, "Stop drinking."

The light shone on the wine bottle, leaving a green afterglow on Mingcheng's fingers, which made his hands look unrealistically white. If Dürer's "Hand" was carved into a marble statue, perhaps it should look like this.Minglou's eyes moved from Mingcheng's hand to his face, and finally fell back on his hand: "Then what should I do? There are two ways to deal with alcohol prohibition, throw it away, or drink it all."

Mingcheng's eyes flashed a little, a little bit interesting and curious: "It's a pity to throw it away."

Minglou looked at him seriously: "I don't want to mention prohibition at this time."

Mingcheng shrugged: "They banned Das Kapital back then."

Minglou laughed: "You drunkard."

This time the serious rebuttal was replaced by Mingcheng: "I don't drink too much."

Of course Minglou knew this.As a result of their profession, they all restrained themselves very carefully.The ancients often said that people have no addictions and cannot be friends with each other. Those who can do their business can only be invincible and unfavorable if they are unbiased, unbiased, and unattached.

In the past many years, Ming Lou has been so strict and demanding on himself, but now he has made an exception.And he knew that this exception might be a lifetime thing.

In the past, Dai Yunong personally gave them a lecture, announced discipline, and said, "The Huns are not destroyed, why should the family be?" Will support your parents.Later, the topic changed, and he said that since ancient times, love can wear people down the most, it can make people's minds hurt, and their temperaments change drastically. When they act, they are even more cautious.

"There is love, so there is something not to do. How to break it? Cut off love and cut off love, and you will be indestructible."

Minglou is early-witted, but he has been confused about love for many years. Looking into the root cause, it is probably because his inner world was too rich when he was young and the era he lived in was too turbulent. Love really didn't play a role in his young life. Location.But at that time, although Minglou didn't know the taste of love, he didn't take this teaching seriously.

This may be due to Ding Jing, his dear, opera-loving sister.The teacher's persuasion was still not as good as his own family's persuasion, so after hearing those words, Minglou's first reaction was: Now that he has made up his mind, how can there be so many timid people?If it's really timid and covetous to stay together in love for a while, then you haven't found the right person.Find someone who is willing to fight and die together, regardless of whether they are beautiful or not, then in this life, thirty years is not short, and 100 years is not long.

Later, Young Master Ming found out that such a person is really hard to find.There is indeed a gap between theory and practice.So Dai Yunong's lesson is not unreasonable: since you can't find it easily, then simply don't want anything and cut off all possibilities from the root.

Later, he discovered that it was really impossible to find it.But what's yours is yours.

This is really in response to a play - where Xiaosheng can't find it, but here it is.

Mingcheng saw that after he finished speaking, Minglou lowered his eyes and said nothing, with a thoughtful smile on his lips, he was not sure what he was thinking for a while, and suddenly felt a little apprehensive, he raised his foot to touch his leg: "... how……"

As soon as the words came out, they were all stuck immediately: the one who was still thinking a second ago had already firmly pressed his ankle, and that didn't even count, his fingers were stroking across the arch of his feet, seeing It is about to wind up the calf.

Mingcheng thinks he is not afraid of being beaten or bleeding, and he is more used to patience and silence.But I don't know why, when it came into Minglou's hands recently, every inch of skin was so ticklish that I couldn't even touch it.

He wanted to hide subconsciously, but he was a little bit reluctant—they haven't been together for several days since returning from Spain.The next moment Ming Lou let go of his hand as if nothing had happened, and blinked happily at him: "Then drink it. The best way to satisfy curiosity is to practice it."

After talking, Minglou dragged the gift wrapping bag over, checked it again carefully, and found a silver spoon for him, and added a paper box with the same exquisite packaging but much smaller size. When he opened it, it was six sugar cube.Minglou looked at Mingcheng who was a little confused, and couldn't help saying: "You are a friend. You are really considerate. So what is the reason for him to give you such a gift? Is it also the French Communist Party?"

Mingcheng shook his head: "Italian. Communist Party of Italy."

He thought about it, the last friend gathering before Christmas, he took the painting with him, and when his friend saw it, he said, "Well, I know what to give you as a Christmas present".

"...I thought it was a brush, or paint." Mingcheng concluded like this.

Minglou laughed out loud after hearing this: "It's really a painstaking gift. After drinking this, you might really be able to paint more like Van Gogh or Degas."

He got up and went to the kitchen to get a glass, took ice cubes from the refrigerator, and mixed it with ice water. Thinking that there happened to be a bottle of chilled champagne at home, he also took it out.In the middle of the preparations, Mingcheng came over and asked if he could help, and Minglou asked him to open a can of olives. It happened that they had fresh Spanish olives, which were very suitable for this evening.

Minglou taught Mingcheng how to drink this kind of wine by hand - Mingcheng's hand is very stable, allowing ice water to slowly and evenly wet the sugar cubes, and then fall into the wine glass to melt the dark green wine.But it was still more troublesome and more wasteful, after all, kissing was less of a concern if you had to concentrate on pouring water, and neither of them had learned how to keep their hands steady while kissing.They later simply adopted the American method, mixing absinthe with a large amount of champagne, and the milky white foam overflowed the champagne glass, like a strange veil.

The taste of the wine was beyond Mingcheng's imagination.He could barely drink the first cup, it was too much like a strange medicine.The second cup and the third cup were better, and when the fifth cup started, he knew why some people liked it—it was hallucinogenic.Not very strong, but indeed hallucinogenic.

He frowned and looked at Minglou, then at the wine in his glass, thinking that luckily there was no one else.

This frown fell into Minglou's eyes, triggering another round of kisses.

Both of them knew what was going to happen next, but they were not in a hurry to trigger it - Mingtai would not come back tonight, nor would anyone else come, there was no need to hide or rush, just wait for it to come at the right time.

In the middle of drinking, Mingcheng got up to get the guitar that Alejandro gave him, and entertained himself by leaning on the sofa.Minglou didn't like the way he was holding the guitar, but his ankles were flickering in front of his eyes as he plucked the strings. Minglou just felt that it was really dazzling.

He didn't speak, and directly touched Mingcheng's ankle with his foot.

Mingcheng glared at him, with a straight face: "What are you doing?"

Ming Lou answered him solemnly: "No reason."

Mingcheng put the guitar on the sofa, tugged at the collar of his shirt, and rushed towards him: "You're talking nonsense with your eyes open."

They laughed and fluttered together.

The right time has come.

When he fell on the floor, no one knew who had touched the wine glass, and the residual wine wet the corner of Minglou's shirt. Before Minglou could feel uncomfortable, Mingcheng had already printed a kiss on his shoulder through the wet shirt.

They all overestimate their patience, and their tolerance for lust.As a result, the two of them couldn't even walk back into the room, and rolled directly into the depths of the blanket beside them.Fortunately, the fire was warmer, and the woolen blanket was even warmer. Mingcheng covered himself and Minglou with the blanket, relying on the artificially created darkness, kissed Minglou's chest all the way to his lower abdomen with a smile.He felt that every time he printed a kiss, the reaction of the lines on Minglou's firm abdomen was really interesting, and his heart broke under the drunkenness. He couldn't go up or down, so he just stuck in his lower abdomen and kissed carefully. Minglou's skin felt the slight but real trembling of every inch of the line under his lips.

Minglou endured it for about a minute, or longer. Seeing that the young man lying on his body really started to play hard, he couldn't bear it anymore and threw off the blanket, grabbed him with his backhand, and held him in prison amidst the opponent's gasps. Pressed firmly under his body, he decided to teach him a lesson by himself.

So he held down Mingcheng's uncooperative leg, followed suit, and kissed from his chest, the tip of his tongue slid across the sweaty skin, and came to his waist and abdomen. With a little force on his teeth, he bit open the button and then the zipper , then looked up at Mingcheng with a smile, put his arms around his waist, and let him get closer to him, then leaned forward again, and gave Mingcheng another kiss.

As soon as he touched it, he only heard Mingcheng's almost silent hiss, and his fingers twisted Minglou's hair unconsciously.

But his fingers were already covered with sweat, so slippery that he couldn't grasp anything.

Minglou deepened his smile, took a breath, and slowly embraced him.

A part of the young man's body swelled more and more in his mouth. This time it was estimated to be another minute, maybe less than that. Minglou heard the hint of begging for mercy, and the legs on his shoulders were hard to rest, and his knees rubbed against him. Minglou's pinnae caused pain to both parties.But this pain is really nothing at this time, Minglou ignored it, served Mingcheng very attentively, and withdrew a second before the outbreak, pressed the top of the wet mess, and smiled at the man. The blushing young man said hoarsely, "Here, this is called dedication."

Where Mingcheng could still hear, he stared at Minglou with bright eyes, lifted him up from under him for a moment, and kissed him fiercely and sweetly.

For a moment, the mouths of the two were full of alcohol and sincerity, and it was really inseparable.

When Mingcheng sat down, Minglou could feel his legs and back shaking.He was a little funny, but more reluctantly, he gritted his teeth to endure the overwhelming pleasure, pinched Mingcheng's thin waist, and refused to let him go any further: "...get up, don't get drunk."

But Mingcheng refused, and hugged Minglou's neck tightly, his arms were drenched, his cheeks were also drenched, the alcohol paralyzed the pain in his body, and at the same time infinitely magnified the pleasure, every minute and every second was torture , but it was not the pain that tormented him.

After they were finally nailed together, both Minglou and Mingcheng sighed—this process was too long, and it could really kill someone.Minglou didn't dare to move, his eyes were dark, and Mingcheng didn't dare to move, his eyes were also dark, he still hugged Minglou's neck, his sweat-wet hair slid across the half of Minglou's cheeks, after a long time, finally muttered.

This time Minglou really didn't hear clearly, his ears were filled with his own heartbeat and Mingcheng's heavy breathing.So he hugged Mingcheng's waist, thoughtfully helped him adjust his posture, and then turned his head to ask him: "...What did you say?"

After a while, Mingcheng finally knocked his forehead on his shoulder and complained in a low voice: "...it's too long."

The tone was simply aggrieved, but the strings in Minglou's mind were broken in an instant.

fuck it.

he thinks.Maybe I still said it.

But then, they couldn't care less about anything.

This scene continued in a daze and unscrupulously for half a night, and later on, many furniture in the study had been moved, but there were still those three words - "don't care".

In the end, the two fell asleep exhausted, with their hands bound and their feet bound, the sofa cushions were pillows, the wool blanket was the bed, and there was a fire next to it, not to mention there were people around.

But despite being so tired, Minglou woke up in the middle of the night.

When I woke up, there was nothing around me, as if the absurdity of the first half night was just an endless dream.Minglou turned over, sat up, and heard Mingcheng's voice in the darkness, very hoarse, containing the sweetness and charm that only each other knew: "...Huh? Why didn't you sleep?"

"What's wrong with you? Cold?"

Mingcheng's voice came out after a while, vaguely embarrassed: "Maybe I drank too much wine. I'm thirsty."

He was standing by the side of the small tea table, completely naked, and there was really light on his back, like a silver snake.

Minglou's mouth became dry, and after a while, he realized that the soft rustling sound beside his ears was snow that fell at an unknown time.

"……Snowing."

Minglou heard his own voice.It was so light that it was almost drowned out by the crackling coals in the fireplace.

But Mingcheng could hear clearly.After drinking the water, he also poured a glass for Minglou, handed it to him, and then lay down beside him: "It's snowing."

Minglou saw the snake swim up to Mingcheng's shoulder again, leading him to print a new kiss on the shoulder: "Where is it good?

Mingcheng's body trembled slightly: "...I'm bored."

Minglou just laughed: "The answer is not the question."

Mingcheng turned over, the flames reflected in his eyes.He glanced at Minglou, closed his eyes again, and looked like he was thinking: "It dawns early."

"It's so early." Minglou hugged him tightly, separated his knees from his knees, and rubbed his knees against Mingcheng's leg sockets. The position of the heels of his legs is more subtle, one side knows it well and the other let it go , the place where the skin is stuck together seems to be electrified, and when there is a slight movement, there is a flash of lightning.

Minglou licked his lips, still feeling thirsty, and discussed with the person next to his pillow: "The moon is dark and the wind is high, the sky is covered by heavy snow, the night is too long, shall we kill again?"

Mingcheng frowned to cover up his blushing: "Shouldn't you be sleeping?"

But people who wake up after drinking can't fall asleep so easily, not to mention that the two of them are entangled while talking, and they don't seem to be sleepy.

Minglou buried his face in Mingcheng's neck, and Mingcheng had his own scent on him.He stuck out his tongue and licked it, and commented softly, "Salty."

Mingcheng rolled his eyes at him and bit his ear: "It's still bitter."

Minglou quit, raised his face and bit Mingcheng's chin again, kissing the line of his chin carefully: "Then give me some candy."

"What kind of candy do you eat in the middle of the night? Bad teeth." Mingcheng suppressed a smile.

Minglou slid all the way to his chest, biting it lightly—the laughter stopped immediately.In its place was a new sigh.

Minglou has always been a person who walks the talk.The moon is dark and the wind is high, the sky is covered by heavy snow, no one wants to sleep, and the time and place are right and people are in harmony, so they really kill again.Oh no, several times.

After the weekend was over, Mingtai came home and heard that his sister had a letter, so he rushed to the study to ask Minglou for the letter.After getting the letter, I sat on the sofa and read it as usual. Halfway through the reading, I always felt that something was missing. After searching around, I found that the wool blanket that was originally placed in the corner of the sofa was missing.He asked casually, "brother, where's the blanket on the sofa?"

Minglou concentrated on reading the newspaper, and replied after a while: "I accidentally burned the blanket while smoking. Throw it away."

Mingtai was startled: "How big a hole can the soot burn out? It's too wasteful. Brother Ah Cheng didn't mention you?"

"He asked me to ask you what color you like. I can buy it at Le Bon Marché on Monday."

"Oh. Dark blue. Dark gray is also fine." Mingtai jumped off the sofa, "Brother, I saw a kind of hat made of wool felt at my classmate yesterday, and I said I bought it from Le Bon Marché."

"Buy." Minglou never took his eyes off the newspaper.

After this battle, a verified conclusion is: absinthe is hallucinogenic.Do not drink if you can.The other is that this kind of wine does not help to improve painting skills.

Van Gogh was Van Gogh, and Degas was Degas, because of talent and practice, and absinthe played very little role.

Mingcheng thought very seriously.

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