Disgusted

Chapter 21

The two sets of lace underwear turned out to be of no use.The first night I bought it, I hand washed it and hung it up.The purple sexy underwear was hanging alone on the clothes drying iron, and it was quietly drying in the bright sunlight afterward, and no one came to touch it.

Aozora and Saori stayed quietly for three days.Most of the time, the two of them are on the bed in the guest room, chatting, having sex, and sleeping.The food and daily necessities bought in the supermarket were delivered that night. When she was hungry, Saori made some simple dishes with the existing materials: Italian noodles, vegetable salad, Japanese fried tofu, seaweed soup, small bonito pickled in vinegar and so on—— Just like life these days - simple, but delicious.

Qingkong knows nothing about cooking, but he likes to drink beverages. The coffee is also very good: the green coffee beans of the season are purchased from foreign websites, and depending on the variety of beans, they are roasted in a small oven to different degrees of maturity, and then removed, put in The sealed bag takes time to wake up the beans, then grinds them with a manual grinder, and then puts them in a moka pot to distill an espresso as strong as a devil.Based on this, she can make six or seven fancy coffees.If you want to be simpler, use a French filter pot. Pour moderately coarsely ground coffee powder into the pot. After the mineral water is boiled and cooled slightly, pour the coffee powder into the coffee powder in circular motions. Close the lid and wait for 2 to [-] minutes. , Slowly press the filter and it will be done.The coffee brewed in this way is slightly lighter, has a special taste, and the acidity has not been destroyed, so it can often reflect the taste of the beans themselves. Sometimes I almost think I am drinking blueberry fruit tea.

When Qingkong said this with relish, Saori lay beside her, not so much listening carefully, as watching the vivid expression on her face.It turned out that she looked like this when she mentioned her favorite things.Saori thought, propping her head with one hand, and reaching out to touch Qing Kong's long eyebrows with the other.Aozora closed his eyes and sighed comfortably like a cat being comforted in the sun.

They chat.

Talk about various topics, past, books, movies, some small but real bad habits and small paranoia, use the tentacles of words to show and explore the unknown areas of each other, so carefully but persistently explore, stretch, Parcels, hoping hopelessly to have more of each other.

Saori talked about her childhood.She was well-behaved and quiet since she was a child, but when she got angry, she couldn't control it. She tried to get angry with her father. She went to his study for three days and scratched his most cherished calligraphy and painting, and then pushed it to her brother. She was a full seven years older and a dull gourd, so she was beaten forcibly.After being beaten, she comforted her sister: It doesn't matter, it doesn't hurt.For this reason, Saori once vowed to marry her brother.I was disappointed for a while when I found out that my brother and sister couldn't get married.

Aozora shook his head, expressing that he could not understand such emotion.She is an only daughter, and she followed her mother since she was a child, as if living on another asteroid. Her mother has no relatives or close friends in Macau, and all the hustle and bustle is separated from them.Qingkong is not particularly envious. She plays ball, sports, and does her homework well. She does not lack attention and appreciation.Whenever I have time, I use the money from my part-time job to travel around.

"The first long-distance trip was to Lhasa. As soon as the university announced its results, I got a little scholarship and packed my luggage and left. At that time, the train had not yet opened, and the plane was transferred from Macau to Zhuhai and then to Chengdu. The round-trip air ticket alone almost used up the travel expenses. In the middle These 25 days lived like beggars."

At that time, she shaved her hair short and dared to pretend to be a boy to catch a ride from Lhasa to Gannan, where she followed the herdsmen who went up the mountain to visit the old nun in the practice cave.The old nun invited her to drink buttered tea, but she was so ashamed that she couldn't afford the offering money and just wanted to dig a hole in the ground.She lived in a common bunk bed for 15 yuan, and ate a bowl of Tibetan noodles for [-] yuan. The Tibetans pitied her for being small and lonely, and even gave her tsampa to eat together.It is so hard, but I still dare not let my mother know, and always say that I don’t miss home when I talk on the phone.Such a sharp and transparent blue sky, cold, like the blue that can wash away all sins, I have never seen it again.

"It is said that Tibetans have to go on a pilgrimage to the Potala Palace and Jokhang Temple at least once in their lives. If they are sincere, they kowtow and wait for their heads to go. They kneel down three times and measure the pilgrimage with their bodies. I once met a family of kowtowers. I asked them if they made a wish during the pilgrimage? They said: Yes! What kind of wish do you wish? The elder brother who can speak Mandarin answered me: First, I wish everyone a safe life; He paused at this point, tilting his head like he was thinking about some difficult math problem, and after a while, he leaned out his shoulders to pick up the cup from the floor beside the bed, and took a sip of the still warm Yirgacheffe.

"I have studied in a Christian girls' school for seven years. There are two Bible classes a week, one missionary meeting, and a special after-school Bible study group." Qingkong said while sipping coffee while thinking. "I have never once heard a pastor or a preacher say: Hey, all living beings are equal in this world, everyone should get along well and wish that everyone will be safe and peaceful. No. It is clearly stated in the book of Genesis that God handed over all things on earth to man's management, Let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, the birds of the air, the beasts of the earth, and the whole earth, and all the reptiles that crawl on it—that is, without equality from the first, man is inherently more powerful than all living things. Noble, because he was chosen by God and created in the image of God. It’s strange, isn’t it? Religions that are also based on truth, goodness and beauty have completely different worldviews.”

As Qingkong said, he hooked the coat from the dressing table, found the cigarette and the lighter, put it in his mouth, looked down at the newly changed bed sheet, then at the yarn lying beside him, and finally put the cigarette back into the cigarette case .

"Are you a Christian?" Saori asked.

"No. It's just that the school is close to home and has a good reputation. By the way, the school uniform is very good-looking, with a blue-green tie, a white waist jacket, and a knee-length pleated skirt." Qing Kong narrowed his eyes like that recalling something good.

"Heh... It must have been a feast for the eyes at that time. Every day, I was surrounded by a group of girls in the cardamom age who wore pleated skirts." Saori smiled.

"That's right. That's really good, Cardamom Nianhua." Aozora nodded in unceremonious agreement. "The straight and long girl's legs in knee-length black stockings..."

Finally, Saori stretched out her hands quietly, pressed Qing Kong's naked waist and pinched hard, pinched her tightly, but she was afraid that it would hurt her, so she changed to scratching, which made Qing Kong startled and shrank. Tickled his body and dodged straight away, begging for mercy while hiding: "Ha. I was wrong, I was wrong! Really."

"What's wrong?"

"I shouldn't have said..." Qingkong finally grabbed Saori's hands, turned over to hold her down, and slowly got closer, "I shouldn't be wrong, girls, they are actually wearing white stockings. "

After speaking, without waiting for Saori's reaction, he pre-emptively kissed her lips.