Moonlight Variations

After taking a shower, Shirakawa walked out of the bathroom. At a glance, he saw his little girl holding his manuscript, sitting on his bed, looking carefully one by one--the windows in the house were closed, and the smoke before. The smell was gone, the orange peel sprayed from the aromatherapy machine occupied the nasal cavity, and the sun poured into her side face. |

The tense spirit was suddenly relaxed. It was like this. The drowsiness swept through, and I felt that I could sleep peacefully without worrying about when I was awakened by a nightmare.

——It's like that bird with a scared bow returned to the forest and landed on the lush sky tree, with only the sound of wind blowing in his ears.

"When I found these manuscripts, your precious dog son was wiping his mouth with one of them." As if feeling Hiukawa's gaze, the person sitting on the bed said without raising his head.

Hirukawa walked to the bed and stretched his head to look at the manuscript that Chuli had placed on his knees-the latter reached out and pushed his wet head away: "Go away, don't put the dripping manuscript on it. These papers have been so many years. It's as fragile as a cracker...some of the ink has faded."

"..."

In fact, some of these manuscripts were really destroyed by Hikawa.

So the manuscript is not complete, it is intermittent.

It happened that she watched it with gusto, which was also strange.

Curving the corners of his lips, Hiukawa put the bath towel around his head like a wolf grandmother with his backhand, climbed onto the bed, and rubbed it next to Chuli--the newly-changed duvet cover and bed sheet had a faint smell of mothballs, and Hiukawa picked it up smoothly. The top one in a stack of manuscript paper: "Where do you see it?"

"The male lead turned his head when he saw the female lead, and the female lead followed eagerly and asked, "Why do you see me and run away," Chuli shook the manuscript in his hand. "The male lead said, afraid to scare you... Oh, let me go. Such a gentle male protagonist is not exactly the same as you, but your EQ can write such a careful male protagonist. If you really let this stuff out, someone should say that you didn't write it."

"...Why didn't I write it? I still remember that this chapter was written when I was in the Chinese class. I still remember clearly, when I was on the "List of Masters"," Shirakawa tweeted, "I was writing about the hero Turned around and ran. When the hostess got up and carried the lunch box to chase, did you see a little out of chapter?"

Chuli glanced, "I saw it."

Shirakawa was expressionless: "I was called by the short-lived ghost of the Chinese teacher to read the text, and I added a translation of the general meaning."

Chuli thought for a while, and she found it to be very graphic-so she laughed, as if she was sitting next to Hikawa at the time. The classroom was quiet, because everyone was looking at Hikawa, so she too You can hold a Chinese book openly and look at him with your head up, watching him stand up and read the text reluctantly, and then slowly translate the ancient text sentence by sentence...

Chu Li squinted his eyes slightly, and suddenly remembered the messages of those classmates from Hikawa High School that had been turned up on Weibo this morning. Many of the girls who were married and had two children were full of admiration when they mentioned him...

"If I knew that my future target had been popular in the school since high school, I would definitely strive to be born a few years earlier."

"Oh," Shirakawa glanced at her, "Look at how you are. You must have been a second fool in high school. The most annoying bluffing when I was young, I must avoid you like a cockroach."

Hearing this, Chu Li raised his eyebrows, raised his fist and wanted to punch him——

Hiukawa raised his hand to catch her wrist, pressed it down and stuffed it into the quilt, but never let go of his hand like this: "When I was young, I liked little girls like hostesses, soft and weak, understanding, speaking. It's like a mosquito hum, tender and strong inside..."

Chuli thought for a while--

She is always surprised when she talks and does things. She always looks like a cat with a blown up hair or a squeaky monkey. When Lao Miao was at work, she always thought about how to fight with him. Now she always thinks about how to surf with Liang. Let's fight, if we are weak and don't fight with her, that's it, but the heart is not very gentle and not very strong...

Crying at every turn.

The last time she cried her nose seemed to be ten minutes ago. To talk about the freshness, the tip of her nose and eye sockets are still slightly red...

——Very good, not a bit similar to myself.

Chuli was biting his posterior molars and rubbing secretly. At this time, I heard Shirakawa slowly saying, "And a big chest."

Chuli lowered his head and glanced at his chest, subconsciously straightened his waist, raised his chin and glanced at the man, or kicked him under the quilt: "Then why do you think of me?"

"I don't know, maybe it's your Tao. I haven't been in love before, and I'm married with those female classmates again..." Hikawa paused and thought about it as if the word shouldn't be used like that, so he corrected it." I was in a pure relationship with those female classmates. No one ever used to cook for me every day. One day, the person who cooks every day suddenly confessed to me. What should I do if I eat, so I still agree?"

First gift: "..."

Chu Li: "You can't praise me."

Hiukawa: "What do you praise you for?"

Chuli was silent and pointed to his chest - at this moment, it was like a description in a primary school Chinese textbook: like a proud little cock, he straightened his chest.

Shirakawa stared at her face for a while, then looked down——

The gaze seemed to have temperature and electric current, starting from her forehead, pointing to the eyelashes, which made her drop her eyes; to the tip of the nose, she made her sniff; to the lip, her lips were pursed...like a moment A crackling electric current rolled across her cheeks. When her face turned red and warmed up and swallowed a mouthful of saliva nervously, that line of sight slid down to the slender neck and collarbone that she raised, accompanied by a light "grumbling" sound.

The bedroom was terribly quiet.

Only the gurgling sound of the aromatherapy machine water rolling.

Facing the sunlight outside the window, Chuli can clearly see every change on the face of the man sitting on the bed—with his sight movement, his long eyelashes are like flying butterflies, the original pupil color It was light brown, and when the butterfly waved its wings and fell, it masked the darkened pupils in his eyes...

The atmosphere at the scene was a bit tight.

Chuli put down her hand pointing to her chest, trying to smile awkwardly, indicating that she was joking——

However, at the first moment when the corners of her lips were barely provoked, she saw Shirakawa's body leaning forward slightly, and then the facial features that looked beautiful no matter how they were opened or closed, wirelessly zoomed in in front of her eyes...

The soft touch touches the lips, accompanied by the scent of the shower gel between the man's breath... Such a clean and sweet breath combined with the sunlight outside the window is an invincible killer, and has the ability to make the spine turn into a pool of water.

Chuli said "Well", and leaned back on the pillow behind him. The manuscript papers on his knees were scattered on the bed, and the tip of the man's tongue stuck into her mouth——

It was about two months ago.

She is still worrying, whether Hiukawa likes it or not; why doesn't Hiukawa take the initiative to hold my hand; why doesn't Hiukawa take the initiative to kiss me.

Then two months later.

The ten fingers wrapped tightly under the quilt gently rubbed the soft and moist lips of her lips, as if silently proving something...

"I want to compliment you too," the man's voice was slightly hoarse as he opened the distance between each other a little bit, "you let me see it first."

Chu Li hasn't realized what "seeing is believing".

In the next second, he was thrown into the soft bed——

When the quilt was lifted, some of the manuscript paper scattered all over the bed was lifted up, floated in the air and then quietly landed on the carpet next to the bed.

Chuli exclaimed, struggling to get up to collect those baby bumps, but half of his body was supported and he was pushed back by the man-the man who had been sitting on the edge of the bed stepped up and put his hands on her On one side of the head, one leg pressed her knee to tell her not to move...

The big hand that was originally pressed on her shoulders to prevent her from moving suddenly moved, he lifted the hem of her clothes and slid his hand upwards along her waistline...

Chu Li's breath choked.

The man's kiss became a little irritable, and she went all the way down her lips and finally stopped at the position below the collarbone... His nose was covered with a piece of slightly raised soft flesh, and it felt a little cool to the touch. If you get closer, He could hear her accelerating heartbeat at this moment.

The thin bedding used in summer was pulled up, and Chuli's eyes fell into darkness.

In a more enclosed space, the breath radiating from the man made every inch of her skin tighten, as if her hair was screaming—she raised her hand and touched the man’s cheek uneasily, and the latter pulled her. With a sigh, she lowered her head and kissed her palm.

Then she pressed her hand **** the side of her head.

In the darkness, Chuli felt that his personal clothing was leaving one by one——

Everywhere the man's rough fingertips swiped made her shudder.

When she backed away because of the unknown fear of what might happen next, she could feel that there was still a rough manuscript paper pressed against her back, and the corners of the paper arched because of the sag stabbed her back...

pain.

But it seemed that the whole body's heat was concentrated on the place where he was against her.

She heard him gritting his teeth, pressing his lips against her ears, and apologized to her in a low voice. When her eye sockets became moist, at the same time, his movements were inconsistent with his gentle voice, becoming more fierce— —

The breath that overflowed her mouth was hit in bits and pieces.

The manuscript paper behind her, which was afraid of being damaged by the bath water on Hiukawa a second before, was messed up by the sweat on her own back...

She was turned over softly, her face sinking deep into the pillow. When someone entered from behind, she thought in a daze: I hope Hiukawa remembers what this chapter is about... Ah, although, it was originally. There are a lot of missing parts, and even this chapter doesn't seem to fall apart.

"Well……"

"Focus on, you."

In the warning sound of the man behind, Chuli was hit forward heavily, and because of this, blue veins appeared in the corner of her forehead, and hot tears slipped from the corner of her eyes... She felt that her legs were going to be scrapped.

...

On this day, Chuli and Zhouchuan, like Siamese babies with broken legs, were greasy and crooked on the bed without getting out of bed for a whole day.

They don’t know what the world is turning upside down. After all, they have no strength to get out of bed and get a takeaway. Chuli’s mobile phone hasn’t known which corner it was thrown in, from 50% of the time. It was only after a very late discovery that the electric power was hit by Liang Surfing until it turned off automatically when there was no power...

Teacher Zhou Gu Xuan certainly didn't know--

When he led the veteran cadres of the Writers Association who in the eyes of everyone only "drink tea and walk the birds for meetings", set off a new trend of "boycott publishers and pay the bill" on major media platforms, "resist online violence, and return literary creation to a pure land" ...

His son is busy proclaiming adultery in the daytime, and he can't wait for the king to reign soon.

How can I do what I love to do when I write an article. Be happy.

No one knows what happened at all, people only know that when the Internet is arguing about Hiukawa, apologizing, sarcasm... With a ding-dong, Hiukawa Weibo has been updated, just four characters— —

[No more today. 】

...... People who didn't cut off the watch even when they were pinched the hardest, cut off the watch.

Everyone looked dumbfounded.

The author has something to say: Can't survive the tomorrow series.

Oh, by the way, tomorrow Saturday, on vacation, no more.

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The short story "The Fate of the Peach Blossom and the Sword", a small sweet article from ancient times to the present, a wave of strong placement of advertisements

It's already 20,000 characters!

Come jump the pit! It’s okay if you don’t jump into a pit, collect and fatten up

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