[Reprinted] Green lover

(I)

At half past four, when school was over, I yawned, picked up my schoolbag and prepared to leave. Fang Junyang stopped me. Fang Junyang is a girl and has a good relationship with me. Although he is not usually enthusiastic, he still has some contacts. I have a good impression of her. ­

She walked up to me and looked at me as if she wanted to say something. She froze for a moment and did not say anything. ­

I also stayed for a while, feeling that something special was going to happen. I have never looked at her face so closely, and now I find her facial features are so delicate. Her pupils are very black, and her small nose is a little cocky. ­

Seeing how I looked at her, she lowered her head slightly and said, "I have some chemistry balance questions to ask you." Although her expression was very calm, her voice was trembling. ­

This is obviously an excuse. Although my chemistry is OK, her deskmate is the representative of the chemistry class, and she is also in the top ten. There is no reason to ask me for advice. Before I could answer, she said, "I could have asked you tomorrow, but the borrowed reference book will be returned tomorrow, so can you come to my house at night?" ­

These words were said without stopping. After saying these words, she opened her eyes wide and looked at me as if relieved, which made me nervous. ­

Fang Junyang is a member of the track and field team. He is slim and flexible with short hair. He is a little like a boy in character. He is seldom a mother-in-law. I appreciate that. I was thinking about her intention and didn't answer immediately. She was worried and whispered, "It doesn't matter. My family is not here." ­

"Huh?" ­

She suddenly realized the misleading nature of this sentence, blushed, and finally kept calm: "I mean, about 7:30, OK?" ­

Now if I refuse, it seems that there is no reason, so I promised. Besides, who would refuse. Although she is not a super beauty, I think she makes me feel comfortable. Thinking of her eyes, dark and deep, my heart moved. ­

At dinner, I tried my best to recall the contacts I had with her and her motivation for inviting me, but the result was totally irrelevant and I almost ate my meal in my nose. At seven o'clock I changed into a pair of freshly washed jeans, put on my T-shirt and went out. Her house is not far from my home. On the evening of early autumn, the breeze was blowing gently. A quarter of an hour later, I arrived at her door. Her house is an old bungalow with a small yard and a grape at the door. ­

I was wondering if it was too early. Fang Junyang came out when the screen door creaked. She wore jeans shorts, sleeveless shirt, pink slippers, and took money from her pocket as she walked. When she saw me, she was surprised and then smiled with embarrassment. ­

"Good morning, I'm going to buy a watermelon for you!" ­

Her face turned red again, as if it had not faded since school ended. No wonder, though, because I was staring at her legs. Why didn't you notice her legs were so beautiful before? Slender, but smooth and plump. I looked back and said, "Don't buy it. I've just had a meal and I'm full." ­

She thought for a moment: "That's all right. Come in and sit down first. We'll talk about it later." ­

I stepped into the door. As I passed her, I smelled the smell of soap, which seemed to emanate from the young body naturally. She unconsciously shrank back, was she afraid of me? ­

"My room is on the left front." Her voice came from behind. It was the first time for me to enter a girl's room and get along alone, so I could not help but take a breath. ­

The things in the room are very simple. There is only a chair and a bed to sit on. Clothes were hanging on the back of the chair. After thinking about it, I had to sit on the bed. I felt a little reckless, but ­

Fang Junyang came in with two cups of cola. Seeing me sitting on the bed, he seemed to understand something. He smiled with embarrassment, put down his things and took away the scattered clothes. A pair of underpants fell on the ground, which made her very embarrassed. Fortunately, I pretended not to see it. When she bends down, I can't help admiring her hips. They are really beautiful. I ­

She suddenly raised her head and scared me. ­

"What's the matter?" I asked. ­

She said nothing, and then slowly sat down beside me. Silence seemed to last for a minute, then he opened his mouth and said in a low voice: "I'm not looking for you to ask you questions." ­

She ran her fingers across the sheets between us, and then looked up. I saw her dark pupils and trembling lips again. From the collar, you can see the small and full breasts. ­

"I... I like you," she said. ­

I can see that she is trembling all over, but it doesn't matter, because I am also trembling. Her expression is direct and moving. I can't help liking her. ­

Her fingers slowly scraped the edge of my jeans: "I don't know why... I look forward to seeing you every day, stay at home at night, and want to find you. As soon as I get close to you, I feel very warm in my heart. I dare not tell you, but I feel very uncomfortable. I don't know what's wrong..." ­

She tucked her feet into the bed, moved back slightly, looked up at me, and something was flashing in her eyes. I really want to hold her because she is so cute, but I'm afraid she will be angry. I spread my hand out in front of her. She put her right hand timidly on mine. ­

"You won't look down on me. It doesn't matter if you look down on me. It's better than dying." She whispered. ­

I didn't speak and gently squeezed her finger. ­

She sighed with satisfaction, closed her eyes, and murmured, "I'm really useless. I've never seen anyone like me in love, and I'm going to die if I don't have any score." ­

She slowly leaned towards me, rubbed her face against my chest, slid down, and finally put her head on my thigh silently, moaning contentedly like a child.

I finally straightened out my confused thoughts and wanted to say something. Her warm breath made me feel impulsive. Fortunately, my jeans were thick enough, otherwise I would be in trouble. ­

"I... I won't look down on you." I said. ­

God, how could I say that! Can't I say something else? It sounds insincere. But she didn't seem to care. She just moved her head to make her pillow more comfortable. Her right hand fingers gently rubbed in the heart of my palm, and her soft lips rubbed against my clothes. She murmured in a dreamy voice, "It doesn't matter, I can't manage so much. I told you, it doesn't matter what you do to me. It's so comfortable, and I'm willing to be killed by you. Hmm..." ­

I am very moved, of course, also very happy. There are girls who are so fascinated by me. Why didn't I know I was so attractive before? I wonder what she likes about me? I want to ask her, but I don't know where to start. I let go of her hand and gently stroked her face. She shivered and closed her eyes, like a kitten. She put her loose right hand behind me and put it around my waist.

(II) ­

"Hmm... why do you like me?" I hesitated for a long time, but still asked. ­

She opened her eyes and turned to look at me: "I said you should not laugh at me." ­

"I don't laugh at you." ­

"Because of your smell." ­

"Smell?" I was surprised. "What special smell do I have?" ­

"It's not an ordinary smell," she turned her head back and buried it in my clothes ­

"Smells good?" ­

"Well, of course, I'm fascinated. It's like a quilt that has been dried in winter, or a pencil that has just been sharpened." She raised her head again from my arms, and pulled her fingertips across my chest: "I just described my feeling. The closer I get to you, the stronger I feel. Do you remember the last sports meeting when I discussed writing with you? That time I tried to bear it, or I would really sit on the ground in front of you. My legs are completely soft and I can't breathe. I really want to lean against you. And... "

"What else?" ­

She suddenly blushed, put her head on my chest, and said, "I can't tell you now." ­

She calmed down on my chest for a while and then said, "I came to see you today just to find an excuse to get close to you, but I didn't intend to tell you. But when I saw you sitting on my bed, I thought, 'It's over. Don't want to sleep in this bed for a week in the future. Let's tell you.' That's it." ­

She took a breath, sat up straight again, hung her feet on the edge of the bed, and rubbed each other gently. This action makes my nose bleed. What should I do? So far, nothing can be said to retreat, and she must be sad to death. I took a deep breath and leaned over to kiss her lips. She instinctively drew back, but my hand wrapped around her head. With a little effort, she succumbed and our lips stuck together. In an instant, I felt her body completely paralyzed, and both of them could not help falling down on the bed.

I supported myself with my hands, and she put her arms around my neck. Her lips were cold because of tension, but her soft, rapid breathing made her cling to my chest and keep rising and falling. She gently sucked my lips, and her movements were awkward and shy. The tip of her thin tongue occasionally licked my teeth. ­

I gently put her flat on the bed, put my arms around her waist, and let her body cling to mine. She unconsciously moved her body to cooperate with me, and her bare thighs stuck to my sensitive parts. We continue to indulge in kissing and use the tip of our tongues to test each other. I secretly opened my eyes to see her, her face showed beautiful pink, and her delicate lips exuded the smell of desire. The hands around my neck unconsciously poked my hair, making me very comfortable. Her coat was slightly pulled up to reveal a short section of the waist. My hand slid down her back and gently stroked the smooth skin there.

She tightened her body at once, grabbed my hair tightly, and one leg wrapped around my thigh. I could feel her toes all curled up. Her enthusiasm encouraged me, and I slowly slid my hand down, my fingertips inserted between my shorts and my body, and touched the edge of my underpants.

She suddenly woke up, bounced away from my arms and shrank to the head of the bed. Holding her knees, she buried her head in front of her chest and said nothing. ­

I regret my eagerness. After all, she has spoken to me for less than half an hour, and it is impossible for her to let go immediately. Now it seems that things are going to go wrong. We need to find some way to remedy it. To tell the truth, her confession made me like her at once. Someone said, "The girl who loves me is the most beautiful." There is also a male vanity in it. If I get stiff now, I really hate it. ­

I looked at her, thinking of something to say to make amends. She said first, "Are you guys like this?" ­

"Er... maybe it's nature! I'm sorry." I said carefully. ­

"It's natural to move when you just know someone?" Her words could not tell the meaning of anger. ­

"Er... this... I... this is the first time I have been so close to a girl, and you are so beautiful." I am sweating, and I don't know what to say. ­

She sat up on her knees and approached me. Her hypnotic black eyes looked at me carefully and asked, "Is this true?" ­

"Yes," I said without hesitation, completely absorbed by her eyes. ­

"Do you... like me?" ­

"Yes," I said sincerely. ­

She looked at me intently, then lowered her eyes and said, "Sorry, I was afraid and nervous just now. Don't be angry, OK?"

"Not angry." ­

She swallowed a mouthful of water carefully, and said in a voice that was almost inaudible, "Actually... very comfortable. But now it's too fast, and I'm afraid." ­

I wanted to say something. She pressed my mouth and said, "Kiss me again. It was great just now. I really thought I would pass out!"

I put my arm around her waist. To my surprise, she straddled my lap. As she sat down, I clearly heard her sigh of satisfaction. She closed her eyes and quietly approached me, her rose like lips pursed slightly, waiting for my kiss. ­

(III) ­

Then we spent the whole evening in caressing. There is no intense touch and hot kiss, just a gentle hug and a kiss like tasting each other. She turned off the light and let the moonlight through the screen. The breeze, cicadas, the faint fragrance of impatiens, the heavenly touch of her lips, and the pressing sense of her soft chest constitute unforgettable memories.

At ten o'clock, I had to leave her house because my parents, who were always on business, had to go home tonight. She silently took me to the door, took my hand and whispered, "Today... thank you." ­

I couldn't think of anything to say, so I said, "I should go now. See you tomorrow." ­

She nodded, but held on to my fingertips. ­

I gently hooked her finger, and she obediently approached me. When standing, her chin just reached my shoulder. There is a cricket singing in the grass at the door, which makes the night seem more quiet.

This night did not make us lovers, but I think the trust and tacit understanding between us may be more than many years of lovers. On the way home, I kept reliving her shyness and warmth, her attractive fragrance and smooth skin. I went to the wrong unit door in a daze, stabbed someone else's door with a key for a long time and then left embarrassed with an apology. But on the whole, this is the happiest night since I was born 16 years ago. ­

In the following week, she did not approach me on her own initiative. I think this is the natural reserve of girls. Maybe I should take the initiative to talk to her, but I didn't get a chance. Sometimes in class, I can feel her looking at me from two seats on my right. I will turn to see her, and she will not hide. ­

In the hypnotic politics class on an autumn afternoon, it seemed that she and I were the only students in the whole classroom. Once when she was handing out her homework, she touched my hand. We gently stroked each other's fingertips under the exercise book, and I saw her intoxicating expression on her face when kissing again - although it was only a moment. There is a secret sweetness in our relationship. Maybe we are the only one in the world who knows that she is willing to give her young and green body to me to caress. ­

After school on Friday, I sat in the classroom thinking about whether to go home for dinner or eat in the canteen. My parents came back for only three days and then hurried away from home to work, leaving me, a teenager in an immature mood. I don't know what they think. I guess I'm the only boy in the school who can cook his own food, because the school canteen is really like a pigsty, and I'm very strict with myself -- food. My little aunt appreciates my cooking. She is an idiot in the kitchen. When her parents are away, she often buys food to see me. At that time, I cook by myself. ­

Then I heard Fang Junyang calling my name. She came to my desk and stopped, her eyelashes drooping, without looking directly into my eyes. Her left hand gently scraped the table top. The setting sun lit up the back of her hand through the window, and the tiny hairs were shining with golden light. ­

"Evening......" she said carefully, "would you like to come to my house?" ­

I looked at her, half pleased, half proud, and suddenly thought of joking, so I pretended to be sincere and said: "I...... I can't leave tonight if I have something to do." ­

"That's OK." She could not hide her disappointment. She bowed her head and turned to leave. I quickly took her hand: "tease you. What time is the evening?" ­

She turned her head suddenly, her face was red, and she threw my hand: "You!" She picked up the bag and ran out. I was so regretful that I chased her out, grabbed her at the door of the classroom, and said seriously, "I will come at night." ­

She desperately broke off my hand, her eyes were full of tears, and said angrily: "Don't you come, I don't want you to come even if I die." ­

The track and field team is fast. I chased her from the fourth floor to the bottom floor, but she ran away. ­

When I returned home, I was in no mood for dinner and sat in the room in a daze. I admit that I like her very much. Why do I do such a stupid thing? After thinking for a long time, I couldn't figure it out, so I had to go downstairs to have a look. There is a lawn in front of the building. Two children in the neighborhood are playing. I watched the little rascal on the fourth floor just make the girl one year older than him cry. I couldn't help getting angry and went up to teach him a lesson. After that, I felt extremely depressed. I thought I might as well go out and buy a pack of cigarettes. ­

At the entrance of the lane, I saw a familiar figure flash, my heart moved, and I went straight after him. After a corner, I stopped. ­

Fang Junyang stood there, staring at me with wide eyes, his back close to the wall. She was wearing a snow-white strappy one-piece skirt and the pink slippers I had seen. Her face was still wet with tears, but she made a strong expression. ­

When I got close to her, she turned away from me. I asked softly, "Why are you here?" ­

"I thought you would come to me." ­

"I thought you were angry with me," I said. ­

"Yes," she turned to look at me: "I'm very angry... but I miss you so much that I can't stand it." Big big tears came out of her eyes. I kissed her, she cried and kissed me hard, holding me tightly, and her fingers sank into my back. ­

A bicycle came from the end of the alley, and we let go of each other. I pulled her to the wall and said to her, "Go to my house." ­

"No, I have to go home. The canteen is still steaming my food." It turns out that she is also on a business trip and eating in the canteen of her parents' unit. ­

I smiled and said, "I didn't eat either. I'll make it for you. Let's eat it together." ­

"Can you cook?" She didn't believe it. ­

"Super chef, you can't forget once you eat." ­

"Well, food poisoning," she said with a tearful smile. ­

She went home with me and helped me in the kitchen. We ate side by side on the small kitchen table. It was a bit hot. Her short hair was blown up by the electric fan. She pulled while eating. Our legs touch under the table from time to time, and I can see her face turning red little by little. ­

"This mushroom with green pepper is good. Where did you learn it?" ­

"Recipe." ­

"Really? I haven't seen this before."

"It's western food." ­

In fact, I am a fool. My little aunt can neither cook nor buy food. The food I bought is not easy to match, so I have to mix it randomly. ­

Junyang likes mushrooms very much, but she is clumsy with chopsticks. The round mushrooms fell off several times, and I couldn't help laughing. She was also a little embarrassed and said angrily, "It should be sliced." ­

"Don't blame the mushroom if you can't do it yourself. I'll give it to you." ­

As a result, I couldn't hold it up because the mushroom was very round. I simply picked it up in my hand and handed it to her: "Do you want to eat?" She looked at me shyly and put her mouth up. Like a movie in slow motion, she gently bit the mushroom and held it in her mouth. ­

I released my hand, only to find her holding my finger. With a sound of "Da", her chopsticks fell to the ground, and she involuntarily supported my knee with her hands. I draw back my hand bit by bit, and she moves forward bit by bit ­ Gather together, and gradually put all my fingers into my mouth. ­

I scratched her chin with my little finger and watched her expression carefully. She closed her eyes, raised her neck, enjoyed my caress on her chin, and pressed her hands against my thighs. I heard her groan slightly from her throat, as if she was tasting fresh fruit. ­

I slowly pulled out my finger and kissed her. We have kissed many times, but each time is so dazzling. I pulled her along the bench and let her ride on my legs, with my arms around her waist. Because of her skirt and my shorts, we have a lot of skin contact. I can feel that some part of me is getting hard, and her face has been red to her neck, even to her chest. ­

But of course we don't mean to separate. We both enjoy this posture very much. She threw off her slippers, gently rubbed my legs with her feet, and stroked my ankles with her round toes, bringing a wonderful feeling. I also felt her hips slowly moving left and right on my thighs, which made me occasionally feel the soft part between her legs through my underpants. I can't help but fantasize about how that part will give me a gentle touch? ­

(IV) ­

We finally had to stop making love temporarily because of the heat. Sometimes it's even hotter in early autumn than in summer. She was still sitting on me, holding a bowl and giving me food. Several times when I deliberately held on to my chopsticks, she would kiss me intentionally to make me obedient. My lower body is still very hard, but she pretended not to feel it, although I found that she moved her body from time to time and casually rubbed me. If I ask for sex now, she will probably obey me. But... I think it seems to make me happy and comfortable now. ­

Although she didn't talk much, I could see that she was also very happy and enjoyed every moment wholeheartedly. From her face, there was a faint light of joy. I feel more and more that she is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. ­

After dinner, we all sweated a lot. I suggested that she take a bath. She bowed her head and said after a while, "I have no clothes to change..." ­

I suddenly realized that I had involuntarily assumed that she would stay at my house at night. I was shocked and secretly observed her face. She also looked up at me, and suddenly thought of this, her face turned crimson, and immediately rushed to the door: "I... I should go back." ­

I took her hand and said, "Stay with me. I like it very much." ­

She did not speak and leaned gently against my chest. ­

When she took a bath, I turned on the radio and looked for a station to play foreign songs. In the slight short wave silence came the voice of a 1970s band. The sound of the water in the bathroom was clear and audible, and I imagined her beautiful naked body in the song, like a dream. ­

I can't remember what we did in the next few hours. I only know that when she came out of the bathroom, my eyes were dazed and I almost fainted. I only gave her sweaters, but not shorts. She had to wear only a pair of underpants and came out of the bathroom with a red face. My undershirt is long and big, and wearing it on her makes people can't help fantasizing. ­

She was very angry, and decided that I deliberately didn't give her shorts and didn't talk to me with a tiger's face. To prevent me from gazing at her legs, she sat on my bed and covered her lower body with a towel. Later, I showed her my childhood photos, which made her happy again. It seems that we played cards, told jokes and told a lot of things about our past... But I always wanted to cover my attractive body under the towel. ­

Her face gradually felt tired. "Want to sleep?" I asked. ­

"Hmm." She rubbed her eyes. ­

"Then I'll go to sleep in my parents' room." ­

"Hmm." She promised, but she didn't mean to say goodbye. ­

"Wake me up if you need anything," I said casually. ­

She caught the loophole in my words and smiled: "Don't worry, there is no need." ­

This goblin! I grabbed her wrist and approached her viciously: "But I may have." ­

She opened her eyes wide and looked at me carefully: "I believe you very much. If you want anything, you can take it." Then she closed her eyes contentedly and retracted into the towel and quilt. ­

Chairman Mao once said: "The fear in the world is seriousness.". I felt the same way and quit the room quietly. ­

At night, I had a dream. I stood in the sky and looked down at a huge grassland. She sat in the middle of the grassland. The grass is tall and dense, and there are unknown flowers everywhere. The sun was shining brightly, I slowly fell, and the wind was blowing pink petals around her. Sometimes, some beautiful things will make you twitch. ­

I woke up from my dream, and the hot air solidified around me. I turned over, turned my back to the moonlight outside the window, and thought of Fang Junyang a step away. Half of my heart was indulged in desire, half was sweet love. I prefer this intimate trust to the ultimate happiness. This trust is mostly due to her initiative. I can't help thinking that if I took this initiative, I would probably be beaten to death as a hooligan. Men and women are really unequal. I was angry for a while and ready to continue sleeping.

The door was slowly pushed open, and Fang Junyang's slender figure appeared at the door. Her body seemed to swing gently in the still air. She went to the bed, climbed onto the bed quietly, knelt beside me and looked at me. I think she's watching me sleep soundly. She looked at me for fifteen minutes without moving, which made my muscles stiff. Moonlight shone on her monograph face, and her eyelashes were trembling. ­

She decided that I was sleeping soundly, tentatively grabbed my hand, and I continued to pretend to sleep. She took my hand and gently pressed her cheek against my palm. I felt a smooth and warm skin, and my fingertips could touch the fast pulse behind my ears. I heard her breathing in the hot silence. ­

I opened my eyes slightly, and saw her other hand groping behind her, then suddenly pulled, a piece of white gently slipped from her clothes and lay beside the bed. She lifted up her dress and pulled my hand into it. Whether it was light or tension, her lips were pale and bloodless.

I closed my eyes and couldn't bear to see her sad and loving expression. This may be the secret that she will keep even when she dies, and the desire that a young girl cannot contain in her heart. She gently pressed my palm, my palm felt her rapidly fluctuating ribs, fingertips touched the lower edge of her breasts, and her heart beat like an electric current through my body. ­

She pressed my hand on the left breast with both hands, and let the palm completely cover it. The air was full of her body's fragrance, as well as her low breathing. The delicate nipples are close to my palm, and the intense heartbeat seems to break through the fragile chest. I seem to realize that what I hold in my hands is her whole life. ­

As if the white bird was singing in a distant place, she said to herself, "It's so comfortable... you know, I've always wanted to touch you here... I like you so much that my heart hurts..." ­

I couldn't help peeping at her. Her face was shining, and a white waist appeared under her skirt. The sweat on her neck ran down the root of her neck and dropped to my fingertips, and my hand involuntarily flicked. ­

The frightened rabbit ran away from me. She ran back to the door. The door closed silently, and Fang Junyang disappeared. The room was plunged into darkness again, and the air slowly condensed. ­

I held my breath and waited. Beside the bed in front of me was the bra she had just taken off. It was white and had tiny lace. It seemed that her whole soul was still on it. The smell was fragrant. A small white butterfly fell on one side, which was the lap of one side. She was in a hurry to pull it off when it fell off. ­

I gently touched the white shoulder strap, and the subtle current passed through my body again. I lay still for a long time, until the sky outside the window gradually turned white.

Near sunrise, the door moved slightly, and I quickly rolled over to the other side. There was a sound of barefoot creeping on the floor behind her, "hissing". I knew she had taken the bra away. ­

I listened quietly for a long time, and there was no sound in the room. I opened my palm, and a small butterfly stopped in my palm. ­

"You are flying in the sky like a butterfly..." I sang softly. ­

(V) ­

Later I slept soundly. At about eleven o'clock in the morning, I woke up in the sun. My room is empty, ­

Fang Junyang probably left my home in the morning, which is not surprising. My towel is folded well ­ Yes, there was her smell on the mat, and there was a note left by her on the desk: ­

"I went home first. I liked the T-shirt and took it with me. ­ Fang Junyang ­

I sat on the bed, rubbed the mat with my hands, and read the note many times. ­

Autumn is really coming. The weather is cold and homework becomes tense. The school arranged classrooms and organized voluntary students to participate in evening self-study. Fang Junyang and I were also persuaded by the head teacher to "volunteer" to participate because we were "unruly children". I don't care. Anyway, I'm fine at home at night, and the management of self-study at night is also very relaxed. She and I will go home together after class. However, it is a pity that she never mentioned the idea of us getting along alone since that time. Although she was at school, she would still be generally friendly. ­

Thursday, evening self-study recess. Mrs. Wang, who teaches Chinese, is on duty. She is a tolerant person. It seems that she never found that many of her classmates disappeared after recess. I am not so arrogant, but I have never studied seriously in class. I just wrapped the reference book of Gaoyang's "Red Top Businessman" and read it with great interest. There is nothing wrong with improving literature accomplishment. ­

Fang Junyang and I walked beside the auditorium. She wore a light gray turtleneck sweater, which was very close to her body. You are not interested in what I wear. She showed me a small thing on the key ring. It was a whistle, but it wasn't blown. I worked hard for a long time. She smiled and told me, "If you throw it out, the air will go through and it will ring." ­

I threw it up forcefully, and it really whistled. ­

I threw and caught it several times, but one time I was careless and threw it askew. When the key chain fell, it passed through the window of the auditorium and fell into the auditorium. ­

The door of the auditorium has been locked. After looking out of the window for a long time, I decided to climb in through the air window along the water pipe. She was worried: "Forget it, stop climbing, and come and get it tomorrow." ­

"Then how do you go home?" ­

"Hmm..." She had no idea. ­

I couldn't help thinking, "Better sleep at home at night", and I was afraid of being scolded by her. Anyway, it's better to climb the pipe! ­

Although my sports results are average, I didn't miss climbing walls and trees when I was young. The windows were covered with ash, and the auditorium was pitch black. I jumped to the ground from the windowsill and groped for it. ­

When the window lattice "clicked", I saw her lightly drilling half of her body and sitting on the windowsill. ­

"Did you find it?" she asked. ­

"Not yet. It's so dark." ­

"I'll come down and look for it." She looked down and said, "It's so high. I dare not jump." ­

"I'll take you," I said. ­

"Be careful not to hurt you." ­

I pulled a mat for PE class from the side and stood on it. There was a soft click under my feet, and I found that I stepped on the keys. ­

"You jump, I have a mat here," I said, putting the key into my pocket quietly. ­

She jumped down quietly and fell into my arms. We both fell on the mat. Her light body was held in my arms, breathing gently. ­

"Are you all right?" she asked. ­

"Nothing." ­

We stopped talking and hugged each other quietly. I felt her breath on my forehead. ­

The bell at the end of the break suddenly rang. She sat up and said, "Shall we turn the window and go out again?" ­

"Well, good," I said sadly. ­

She stood up and suddenly stumbled, and I quickly helped her. ­

"My right foot seems to be twisted," she whispered. ­

In the dark, I removed her shoes and socks and massaged her ankles. Her ankles are delicate and her heels are smooth and round. Holding them in her hands makes me confused. I heard her breathing in the silent auditorium. Although I could not see her, I thought her face must be as red as when she first kissed. ­

"It doesn't matter if you don't go back to self-study?" she asked. ­

"It's OK. Old Mrs. Wang won't mind. Besides, I also read leisure books anyway," I said. ­

She smiled softly: "What book are you reading?" ­

"The Merchants at the Red Summit, from Gaoyang." ­

"Oh, I'm watching Baron in the Tree," she said. Unexpectedly, we are the same people. ­

"Never heard of it. What was it about?" ­

She did not speak. After a while, she said, "A person who looks like you very much." ­

"Then I am the Baron Climbing the Window." ­

We both laughed. ­

She sat up, pressed my hand and pulled back her feet. ­

"Why, okay?" I asked. ­

"I lied to you." She admitted in a low voice: "I didn't twist my foot. I want to stay here with you." ­

If someone likes to be cheated, it's me now. I leaned down and approached her threateningly: "You deceitful little goblin, do you know what punishment you will get for deceiving me?" ­

Smiling, she reached into my pocket and said, "What punishment will you get if you cheat?" The key ring in the pocket was gently rattled by her. ­

(VI) ­

The ceiling of the auditorium is very high. On both sides are long windows leading to the roof, with curtains hanging to the ground. The outside light can hardly penetrate. In the silence of the night, the echo of the auditorium was clear. Fang Junyang and I hugged on the mat, like puppies snuggling up to each other in winter. Her kiss was moist and gentle, and her eager body wanted to refuse to greet her. I reached under her sweater and stroked her smooth back. Cold fingers made her tremble. She bit the tip of my tongue and restrained her groans. ­

"Your hands are icy," she said. ­

"Not feeling well?" ­

"No. I like you to touch me." She pressed my face and whispered softly. ­

"Really?" ­

"Really." ­

I put both hands into her clothes, and her back was like a beautiful musical instrument that I gently stroked. ­

She clasped my shoulder, as if afraid of being blown away by the wild wind in her body. My fingers were inserted under the bra straps and gently pulled. She was obviously nervous. ­

"Please... no." ­

"Afraid of me?" ­

"No," she shook her head. ­

"Afraid of yourself?" ­

"Well," she said shyly, burying her head in my arms, "I don't think I can control myself any more. If I get closer, my body will be blown far away." ­

"I will accompany you wherever I blow." ­

She looked up at me. I saw a joyful light in her pupil: "Are you serious?" ­

"Hmm." ­

"Don't let me go?" ­

"I will not let go even if I die." ­

She looked at me for a long time, and then put her hands in front of me: "Hold my sleeve, OK?" ­

Confused, I did as she said. ­

She took a deep breath and drew back briskly. A series of small static sparks flashed along with a slight hissing sound. ­

As if by magic, she disappeared from me. All I have left is her warm clothes. I stared at the group of clothes in bewilderment and recalled her wonderful undressing action. ­

The darkness around him slowly dissipated, and Fang Junyang knelt in front of me with his hands on his shoulders. Her fair skin was faintly radiant. ­

"Come and hold me," she said trembling. ­

In the cold air of autumn night, Fang Junyang shivered in my arms naked. I hugged her with all my strength and kissed the delicate skin between her breasts. Her body exudes the delicate fragrance of a girl, and it seems that you can hear the sparks of life bursting in succession. ­

I caressed her breast through the bra and gently bit the upper edge of the exposed breast. She was limp in my arms and drunk. I felt her hand groping around under my lapel and her little finger scratching my stomach. ­

"Is it cold?" I asked. ­

"Not cold." ­

She lifted my clothes and got into my arms. First, the tip of her nose rubbed against my chest, then two soft lips pressed up, and she kissed my chest in this way, motionless. I took off my coat and put it on her bare back. Her bare shoulders were so smooth and moving that I couldn't help kissing again and again. ­

On that night, we tasted each other's bodies like greedy children, leaving countless marks of each other's kisses on their bodies. Every time I think of the touch of her cold hands under my clothes when there is no one at night ­ Suo, I was overwhelmed. ­

(VII) ­

The so-called happiness begets sorrow. The next day I caught a cold. For four consecutive days, I asked for leave at home. Although I have been used to taking care of myself, I missed her very much in those days. My sister-in-law came to see me once. I tried to eat the food she cooked and persuaded her to leave. ­

On the morning of the fifth day, I got up in a daze to see what food was in the refrigerator. The refrigerator was empty. I pulled the opening of fruits and vegetables, and a small mushroom was lying in it alone. I feel my heart is as empty as this refrigerator. I cry. ­

Go to school. ­

"Fang Junyang is hospitalized for viral myocarditis caused by his cold." ­

This is the first news I got when I got to school. ­

The second news is that the school has been closed for the second grade of junior high school due to the epidemic of influenza. Although the High School Department did not suspend classes, after learning that Fang Junyang was in the hospital, my condition "had a relapse" and it was natural to ask for sick leave again to go home. ­

The flower shop at the gate of a hospital in the city is doing a brisk business. I stand at the gate hesitating. Buying flowers to visit a doctor seems to have too many traces, which is inconsistent with my usual casual image. Besides, what should I do if I meet an acquaintance? What about her relatives? What will others think of me as a high school student? Forget it, just buy some fruit. ­

Three minutes later, I came out of the flower shop with a red face and a bunch of carnations with stars in my hand. The boss's words were still in my ears: "Look at your mother? Don't you think so. Young people today, hehehehehe..." ­

Shit, old man, why are you laughing? Are you jealous of me? ­

With flowers in my arms, I entered Fang Junyang's ward in a furtive way. The ward of six people was very busy. The relatives and friends of the patients were having a tea party. Fang Junyang was lying alone in the hospital bed near the window, staring out of the window. ­

I crept around the bed and sat down in front of her. ­

"Are you all right?" I put the flowers on her bedside table. ­

Fang Junyang looked at me with wide eyes and extended his right hand to me. I took her hand. She grabbed my hand and bit it down. I bared my teeth in pain and dared not shout out, so I had to whisper: ­

"Don't bite... Be careful not to digest." ­

She giggled and relaxed her mouth. I desperately shook my hands and sucked in the cool air. ­

"Let you have a taste of my pain," she said with tears in her eyes. ­

"I'm no better than you. I've had a cold and stayed at home for four days." ­

"Really? I thought I was the one who got cold!" she said. She seemed to think of something, blushed for a moment, and then said: "Sorry, did it hurt just now?" ­

"It hurts a little." ­

She pulled my hand into the bed and stuck it to her chest: "I didn't know that you were sick, and I blamed you for not coming to see me earlier. Is it easier for you to do this?" ­

I smiled and said, "There is still a little pain." ­

She looked at my face, lifted up her clothes in the bed, and let my hand touch her hot skin: "What about this?" ­

I was a little sorry and said, "It's all right. Let me take out my hand. My hand is cold. Be careful to freeze you." ­

She shook her head. "No," she said ­

I asked softly, "Miss me?" ­

"Hmm." She could not help crying silently, and her tears flowed onto the pillow in large pieces: "I really want to ­ You. " ­

"I miss you too," I said. I didn't tell her about my crying. Maybe I should. ­

She dried her tears and smiled sheepishly: "Actually, I'm fine. The doctor said I could go home and rest, but my aunt insisted that I stay a few more days. She said that no one would take care of me at home." ­

"What about your parents?" ­

"Still in Shanghai, I can't come back. My aunt sent me to the hospital." ­

She sighed and said, "She is also very busy and can't come often. There are so many people looking at other beds. I......" ­

I gently stroked her slender body under the quilt. "Go home after discharge, and I'll take care of you," I said. ­

She suddenly turned her head, her eyes unbelieving: "Really?" ­

I sighed: "Yes. Who called me the culprit? But it was agreed that you should pay for the vegetables ­ Out. " ­

Outside the window, the haze disappears and the sun shines brightly. Fang Junyang smiles like a flower. I'm very happy. ­

(VIII) ­

"Grandma, why are your ears so long?" ­

"Eat donkey meat." ­

"Grandma, why are your eyes so green?" ­

"I stayed up late to read reference books." ­

"Grandma, why are your nails so sharp?" ­

"It's easy to pick out your ears." ­

"It's disgusting..." Fang Junyang smiled and fell into my arms. ­

We were sitting on the sofa in her living room, bored and playing the role of Big Wolf and Little Red Riding Hood. I'm not good at other things, but I'm good at talking nonsense. Fang Junyang is actually all right, but we don't want to go to class, so we can just spend another afternoon at home. ­

At the bottom of the tea table, we found a copy of Green's Fairy Tales, which we didn't know when and when, just to pass the time. ­

"Do you think it is not a coincidence that someone will find that we both ask for leave at the same time?" ­

"Don't you think everyone has flu... and it's only a week," I said. ­

"Hmm..." She thought for a moment: "No matter, let them talk." She looked up, smiled, and continued to play her role: "Grandma, why are your teeth so sharp?" ­

I gently pressed her down on the sofa and said with a sly smile, "That's to eat you." ­

"How can you bully my patient..." ­

"Patient? Hum! What patient has such a good appetite like a pony. Even my portion of beef noodles was half eaten this afternoon." ­

"You did a good job." ­

"No rhetoric!" I firmly grasped her wrist and approached her. ­

"What are you doing..." She said weakly, barely holding my attack with her knees. I let go of her hand and put my arm around her waist instead. She gave up her resistance. ­

"Say you like me." She put her arm around my neck and asked in my ear. ­

"I like you." ­

"Say it again. I want to hear it." ­

"I like you." ­

"I like you, too." She held my face, looked into my eyes, and said word by word. Then she put her lips together almost trembling. This kiss is as deep as the ocean under the Arctic ice cover. It seems that she is going to suck my soul out. I closed my eyes and countless confused thoughts appeared in my mind. The floor under the sofa is swinging, and the whole room is whirling around us. ­

The phone rang suddenly, and we were all shocked. She smiled sheepishly, pushed me up and tidied up her clothes. A small white thing fell from me, and she bent down to pick it up. It's a white butterfly loop. I don't know when I put it in my shirt pocket. She hesitated, put it aside and answered the phone. ­

The phone call was obviously a long-distance call from her parents, but I couldn't hear what they were talking about. Fang Junyang just occasionally "Hmm" and sometimes looked at me. The phone call lasted for half an hour, during which I turned over the fairy tale several times in boredom. ­

Finally she hung up the phone and went to sit down beside me without saying a word. ­

"What's the matter?" I asked. ­

"Nothing," she said absently. "What's for dinner?" ­

"It's only half past two." ­

"Oh. In that case..." She buried her head in my shoulder and kissed my ear gently. "Come to my room, OK?" ­

We got into bed, kissed each other and took off our clothes clumsily. She closed her eyes, put her hands around my neck, and let me gently untie her bra. I put my arms around her, let her breasts cling to my chest, and then put my hands under her belly. She obediently curled up her legs and asked me to take off her underwear. Her lower body was hot and wet. When I caressed her, she shook and hugged my body, leaving deep bite marks on my neck. ­

It was a quiet afternoon, and the old 35 brand desk clock on the table made a light sound of "click, click". As if in a dream, the scale of time disappeared. ­

"Are your parents coming back?" I asked. ­

"Well, it's more than seven at night," she said, closing her eyes. She curled up beside me like a kitten, fingering me unconsciously. ­

"Then I should go, too. I'll be miserable if they see me." ­

"Yes." She giggled. "Maybe I'll kill you." ­

But when I was sent out of the house, suddenly it seemed as if the string had broken. She cried again: "I can't bear you to leave." ­

"Don't be sad, eh? We can meet again at school tomorrow." ­

"Hmm. I know..." ­

"Go to the auditorium after self-study in the evening, eh?" ­

"Go to you." She smiled through tears. ­

I thought she was amused, so I went home safely. The sky is dark, the trees on the street have lost their leaves, and autumn is coming to an end. ­

At night, there was a strong wind outside, and the windows that had not been closed were banging. I watched TV and saw it over eleven, ­ Then get ready to go to bed. The phone rang suddenly, I picked up the receiver, and there came Fang Junyang's thin voice: ­

"Hello." ­

"It's me." ­

"Didn't you sleep?" ­

"Just going to sleep," I replied. ­

"Oh, well... forget it," she said. ­

"Hmm. See you tomorrow." I yawned goodbye. ­

As soon as I put down the phone, it occurred to me that she might want to ask me about the little white butterfly. But... it's too late. I don't have her phone number. ­

I didn't sleep well all night. I always doubted that the phone would ring at any time, but she never called again. 　 ­

­ Letter from Fang Junyang ­

River fish: ­

I don't know what to say ­

My parents decided to transfer me to Shanghai. They are worried that I am not taken care of here.
In fact, I know that I am very good here, especially the two days when you took care of me. But I still decided to leave here. It is not the external pressure, but my own decision. I think if I stay with you, my life will become yours sooner or later. This thing is far more than ordinary love. Every night when I think of it myself, I feel that I am being swallowed up by you bit by bit. ­

I can't blame you. Maybe it was because I first told you in the beginning. It is like a heavier balance on one side. Once it is tilted, all the weight will slide to one side and can never be pulled back. The deeper I sink, the more I like you, and the more I like you, the deeper I sink. I'm ecstatic about your little expression, and I don't want to go deep into the reason behind that expression. 　 ­

Do you like me because I like you? Even if you ask yourself, I'm afraid you can't get the answer. ­

It's really unfair. I'm angry with myself. I'm like a drug addict. Without strong external force, I can't get away. If I spend more time thinking, I am afraid I will never leave you. So, the moment I found the little white butterfly, I made a decision.

Do you like having sex with me? I like it very much. It was a carnival before drug detoxification and a memory of my whole life. ­

In countless dreams, I feel you enter my body, run through and completely occupied by you. Before leaving you, I want to realize this dream.

I love you very much. Do you love me?

My letter to Fang Junyang

Fang Junyang:

how are you?

It's been a long time. Where are you now? What are you doing?

It took me nine years to answer the letter. In nine years, I often want to answer your questions. Your leaving makes me sad, but maybe you are right. At that time... I mean, at that time, I didn't love you. I like what you do, almost automatically respond to your love. I think it's human nature. Even now, I will not blame myself. But who can say clearly how love comes into being? No matter what reason you like it, it is like it. No matter what causes love, it is love. Someone once flew a kite in the rain to prove this.

I am twenty-five years old. With this belief, is it childish or mature

Anyway, I don't care. Occasionally, I will see you in my dream. I stand in the sky overlooking a huge grassland, and you sit in the middle of the grassland. The grass is tall and dense, and there are unknown flowers everywhere. The sun is shining, I slowly fall, and the wind blows pink petals around me. I think if I see you again, I will fall in love with you. As for which side the balance is biased, I have no time to care. ­

I was sitting on a plane 30000 feet high, and the captain introduced me in stiff English from the loudspeaker in the cabin. We are over somewhere in the South Pacific. How far are we from our destination? When will we arrive ­ Etc. I put on my headphones and switched to the music channel. The theme song of In Mood for Love came from the headphones.

"The theme music of the film appears repeatedly along with the encounter between the male and female protagonists. The enticing waltz and the overall treatment of string music fascinate people, symbolizing the romantic and charming dance steps of male and female dancers to explore each other. The dance rhythm is also the embodiment of the entanglement and conflict between the passion of both sexes and the conformism."

I remembered that it was an introduction on the record.

When I was washing my face in the bathroom, the plane encountered airflow, and I forced myself to support the wall. In the mirror, I am pale and haggard, with a long beard. I looked at my face carefully. Behind the mirror, I seemed to see a pair of deep black eyes.

Fang Junyang, where are you now?

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Author: River fish

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