During the Snowstorm

Yin Guo's eyes were on the waist of his trousers, and he didn't dare to look down.

She was pretending to be stupid and asked a new question: "Under such a place...how did you get the tattoo? How many times does it take for such a large pattern?"

"It's almost like taking it off here," his fingers slipped into a position, with a clear smile on the corner of his mouth, "It's done in one time on the waist, and twice in the arms, and the pattern is big."

She nodded.

He had already reacted, and Yin Guo noticed it, and when he thought of what was under his trousers, his face turned red and his ears burned.

Buzzing and vibrating, the phone was vibrating, and it didn't stop.

Yin Guo's cell phone was ringing, so he knew it was Lin Yiyang's cell phone, but obviously, the man leaning beside him had no intention of answering. Yin Guozheng didn't go down the steps: "Your phone is ringing?"

Before Lin Yiyang could answer, she got up from the bed and looked around. Behind his waist, she just fell out of her trouser pocket while she was tossing. Yin Guo pressed the answer and handed it to him.

Lin Yiyang's hand pressed **** her waist, but she didn't support her arm and threw herself directly on his chest.

He grabbed her hand, put the phone to his ear, and said "hello" in a low voice.

Yin Guo listened to the phone and started talking. It was in Chinese. He didn't listen carefully, and he couldn't pull his hand back. He was still lying on top of him, and he was holding him in one hand.

For a long time, Lin Yiyang had been listening to his classmates over there asking him about going to Duke to study for a Ph.D., but he never answered.

Is he going to study? Yin Guo looked up at him.

Lin Yiyang looked back at her.

He finally spoke and said to the people over there, "I don't want to read anymore."

The person on the other end of the phone couldn't believe it, and asked him a few questions one after another, asking him if something had happened at home. It was a pity to give up such a good opportunity.

"It wasn't decided," he continued. "Don't tell me, my girlfriend is here."

A word sent the other party away.

Lin Yiyang threw the phone beside the bed, where there was a sofa.

Yin Guo must have no idea how much effort Lin Yiyang spent to apply for this doctoral degree. He had already received the offer and wanted Wu Wei to return to China first, instead of waiting for him, he would return to China after finishing his studies.

Everything was overthrown by Lin Yiyang himself when Yin Guo appeared at Union Station.

The affairs of his parents since he was a child have made him develop a mode of thinking, always regard tomorrow as the last day of his life, and live today to the fullest. In the past, he was aimless, doing whatever he wanted, but now, it's the same.

He's in love with a girl, and he doesn't want to waste another day here, and he doesn't want to read any more.

Yin Guo thought about it, Lin Yiyang hugged her, not only did not let go, but also made her close to him even tighter.

She was dizzy and always felt that if she kept talking, something was going to happen.

But in a strange way, he still spoke: "Have you really never seen it?"

Lin Yiyang wanted to give up at first, and wanted to put Yin Guo on the bed and pull the quilt to cover her. But after hearing her say that, he stopped: "Are you asking the real person, or what?"

Is he alluding to adult movies?

Don't talk about him, she has seen it all. Born in a modern society with developed Internet, even if the school does not give it, the sisters in the same dormitory will be popularized 360 degrees...

The first time Yin Guo saw it was at lunch one day, she was walking around the dormitory with a takeaway lunch box, listening to the men and women breathing heavily and exaggeratingly shouting, she was really curious. The three girls in the same dormitory gathered together to study the small pieces in the computer, and she also took a look at it.

"I bumped into the live version a few times," Lin Yiyang continued, "the earliest in junior high school, in an ice skating rink, when it was closed."

Yin Guo opened his eyes, raised his head, and glanced at him in disbelief: "...A lie?"

Lin Yiyang smiled when she saw it. lie to you for what?

He told her: "They are all people I know. I didn't expect that buddy and girlfriend could be so crazy, so open, so I just did it. After that, I left without looking at it, it was boring, it was just a repetition of the action. ,repeatedly."

...

The description is really straightforward.

Yin Guo blinked, was speechless, and coughed.

Yin Guo thought this kind of experience was unbelievable, but in Lin Yiyang's view, children who were mixed up in society had never seen anything.

Those who perform live are essentially the inexplicable "personal heroism" of adolescence at work, trying to get attention, in any form, with sex, with fights, or even more dangerous things.

Lin Yiyang was not used to wearing a belt while resting. He leaned against the head of the bed, unfastened the buckle, took off the belt, and threw it directly on the sofa beside the bed. With a snap, the belt buckle slammed into the phone.

This move is too provocative.

Yin Guo turned over, turned his back to him, and directly assumed the position that I was going to sleep.

"Don't talk anymore?" he asked behind him, the warm breath falling on her ear rhythmically.

She said "um".

There is an inexplicable feeling of coquettishness.

This "um" was like a fire, completely igniting the fire that had just been extinguished in his heart. It was as if the charcoal in the charcoal brazier was added with a handful of firewood before it was about to go out, and a new flame suddenly burst out.

Lin Yiyang was silent for a few seconds, then got out of bed and went into the bathroom. In the warm yellow light, he turned on the faucet.

I washed my face first, followed by soaping my hands, and washed it carefully.

He went back to the bed again, without saying a word of nonsense, and hugged Yin Guo from behind.

"Go to sleep later," he said.

She was even more dry.

A pair of hands behind him wanted to take off his shirt and were held down by her. Lin Yiyang smiled and turned her face over to face him. Before Yin Guo could see his face clearly, he kissed him silently.

His tongue kept going deeper, scraping the base of her tongue, and she shuddered all at once.

Lin Yiyang's legs in jeans pressed down on hers, as well as the knees that had been softened by his kiss.

...

The air outlet of the hotel's central air conditioner is blowing wind. It's 25 degrees, and it's hard to tell if it's cold or hot. She was starting to sweat anyway.

...

When Yin Guo woke up, it was seven o'clock.

It was dark outside the window.

There is a table lamp in the room, in the northeast corner of the room, the light source radiates from there, the center of the table lamp is the brightest, and it is naturally darker by the bed.

Lin Yiyang was sitting on the sofa beside the bed, just after taking a shower, bare upper body, wearing jeans, leaning on the sofa and looking at his phone. When the lamp shone on him, it was also dark, and the tips of his hair were coated with a faint, golden-white light.

Wet short hair. Water dripping from the tips of the hair.

"Awake?" he asked hoarsely.

Yin Guo didn't say a word.

Lin Yiyang threw the phone on the sofa, looked around the bed, and lifted the quilt to help her find it. I really couldn't find it, so I picked up one end of the quilt, shook it twice on the bed, and dropped the phone on the carpet.

He bent over to pick it up and handed it to her.

She grabbed the quilt and covered herself for the first time.

Lin Yiyang smiled, but he didn't take it off, and he didn't know what he was covering.

Yin Guo's eyes slid over his jeans.

Young girls have always misunderstood men, they think that the boy needs to do it when he reacts, or solve it manually, or he can't hold back. In fact, women can hold back, men can hold back. It is much easier to endure this than to endure tears.

What she was thinking at the moment was that he probably solved it by himself when he took a bath. For Lin Yiyang, it is enough to settle the mood and distract his attention for a while, and the emotion he wants to do has long passed.

I took a shower because I didn't feel good smelling my body. After all, I had to take her out for a while.

Lin Yiyang took her to the downstairs of the hotel to eat on the first floor.

After eating outside the hotel, he didn't tell her what he was doing.

With throat lozenges in his hand, he stuffed two in a row between his teeth to make his throat last longer.

A bus turned from a distance and stopped in front of the two of them. The door opened, and the driver waved to them under the car, and greeted Lin Yiyang in English: "Get in the car, I'm going to pick up the guests."

Lin Yiyang took her into the car and seated her on the far left of the first row, by the window of the car door.

He took a seat next to her and chatted with the driver.

Yin Guo heard that they were old acquaintances, and when the driver stopped talking, he asked softly, "Where are we going?"

"Take you on a night tour."

"Night tour?"

"One of DC's tourist routes is dedicated to seeing the Lincoln statue and places like the Capitol. There are routes during the day and at night," he simply told her. "In the past, I worked at night as a tour guide and followed this driver."

Just while Yin Guo was sleeping, he made a special appointment with the driver to take over the job of a tour guide for one night, and wanted to take his girlfriend around.

Yin Guo mentioned that she came here in a hurry the first two times, but this time she came to him for the third time. Why did she have to show her this city? It was just so she could understand her past and what she had done. .

When the bus arrived at the place where the tourists got on, there were already many people waiting in line.

Lin Yiyang opened the door and got out of the car. After landing on his feet, he became a professional and standard short-distance tour guide, as if he had changed. He greeted everyone to get in the car and checked the names on the roster one by one.

Yin Guo leaned his forehead against the car window, looking at him under the car through the glass.

He's so handsome, he doesn't want to look away for a second, staring at him without blinking.

But this man can really pretend.

The big hooligan in the hotel room, put on clothes and became a tall and handsome Chinese tour guide on the side of the road. Several girls in the queue at the end of the line were still discussing him.

She had been in the first row all night, and Lin Yiyang revisited his tour guide's past familiarly. He was introducing the brightly lit buildings under the night to the crowd of tourists in English.

He was talking in the car, and she was lying on the railing, looking at him.

He was talking under the car, and she followed not too far, looking at him.

Yin Guo followed behind tourists of all skin colors, listening to his explanation and watching his back, as if he had seen Lin Yiyang in the past.

The last stop is the Lincoln Memorial. Yin Guo's feet hurt from walking, so she didn't get out of the car with the army and stayed in the car to rest.

He is a tour guide and cannot stay in the car. Even if he is only responsible for this time, he has to follow the whole journey and bring all the tourists back to the car.

Yin Guo sat alone in the first row, the lights on the bus were not turned on, and the other two did not get off the bus. They were all tired, waiting for everyone to come back and end the night tour tonight.

Yin Guo leaned against the window and wanted to ask Zheng Yi about Duke, but Zheng Yi was more interested in the details of their relationship.

In her description, later he went to wash his hands specially before he came back to have more intimacy with him. Zheng Yi immediately gave Lin Yiyang ten stars, knowing too much that she felt bad for the girl.

On the right, the glass window was knocked on.

She turned her head to look out, Lin Yiyang put his hands in his trouser pockets, smiled at her from the car window, beckoned her, and let her get out of the car.

She jumped out of the car.

"Have you seen "Forrest Gump"?"

"Well, when I was a kid."

"There is a classic scene in the reflection pool," Lin Yiyang pointed not far away, "I'll take you to see it, right in front of the memorial hall."

He came back to pick her up while everyone was free.

Yin Guo got out of the car, followed in his footsteps, and followed him on the stone road in the middle of the lawn. In fact, any pool and any movie are all excuses. After only a few minutes apart, he missed her.

Still wondering if the two girls who were interested in him would strike up a conversation with him and leave a cell phone or something.

Yin Guo never expected that he would be so careful. It was uncomfortable just to find that he was being noticed, very uncomfortable. Lin Yiyang took her to the reflection pool. Under the lights at night, there was no ripple on the water surface. Behind, there are men and women, all tourists taking pictures and running up and down the steps.

The wind was blowing her hair, Yin Guo straightened it, and beside her mouth, he was handed a piece of chocolate, dark chocolate.

She took a bite and watched Lin Yiyang eat the rest.

Behind him, the tourists who gradually gathered also faced this scene, and they were amazed in their hearts: It's too fast. Sure enough, the handsome guy's face is invincible. After a two-hour overnight tour of Washington, the tour guide managed to get a girl? ?

"Where are you going?" she asked vaguely, chewing on the chocolate.

He clenched the wrapping paper in his hand into a ball: "Where do you want to go?"

"My feet hurt, let's go back, anyway, the famous scenic spots are all finished."

"it is good."

"I'm going to sleep this time," she reiterated.

"Okay." He smiled.

...

"I'm sleep deprived," she protested in a low voice. "I didn't sleep well last night."

It was exhausted in the afternoon.

He nodded: "let you sleep."

...

No matter what Yin Guo thought, she felt that she would repeat the same mistakes as soon as she returned to the hotel. Why did she come in the afternoon, and she would come again in the evening.

When she was wandering, Lin Yiyang showed her the screen of his mobile phone.

In the dark, she looked down at the screenshot on the phone screen. It was a ticket to go back tomorrow morning, two. Don't you mean it's going to be the weekend? Her original plan was to go back on Sunday morning, and it will be Saturday tomorrow.

"You can't calm down here all the time, I don't care, you still want to play," he put off his phone, "I'll send you back tomorrow, to New York, and I'll come back."

Lin Yiyang saw that she stopped talking, and knew that she was sad.

When I bought the train ticket in the afternoon, I felt very uncomfortable. At that time, Yin Guo was still holding the quilt, his face was buried in the pillow, his eyes were closed, his eyelashes were motionless, and he was sleeping soundly.

"Aren't you happy?" He put his hands in his trouser pockets in a relaxed manner, bent slightly, and looked her in the eyes.

She shook her head, not unhappy: "take me to the station, what are you going to do in New York, make a lot of trouble."

She could guess that Lin Yiyang was afraid of affecting her game, but she was reluctant to leave.

"Listen to me," he said, "I want to send you."

He knew that such an arrangement was unreasonable, and it was the work of a lunatic to send it all the way to New York and then return.

But he couldn't think of a better way to spend more hours with her.