Chapter 72: : On the top of Nadong Mountain

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I stared at the gorgeous and elegant room in front of me, and turned to look at Rosh. I saw Qingzhen, who was very happy, and my gray eyes kept watching my reaction. Seeing my surprise, his eyes and eyes were overflowing with joy, and he looked sad for a few months.
"This is the largest inn in Guzang City, opened by Li Hao. Because of the disaster, he was closed. Today he loaned us the best room for free." He said, holding his shoulder softly, "home Don’t worry, I’ve told Hu Yanping to take care of it. Today, it’s here that I’ll be better than your 27th birthday."
I looked at this refreshing room again. How long has it been since I saw such a clean place? The nose was sour, and before he spoke, he heard someone knock on the door. He smiled, pressed me to sit beside several cases, and walked over to open the door by himself.
As soon as the door opened, I smelled a scent with a meaty smell! Being in a semi-hungry state all day has trained my sense of smell to be extremely developed. He thanked and brought in a bowl of steaming noodles. Putting my face in front of me, I stared greedily and swallowed.
This bowl of noodles is very large and full of flesh. With such a large amount, I can't finish it all by myself. Guessed in his heart, it must have been Li Hao's intention.
He handed me the chopsticks and smiled softly at me: "This is longevity noodles, it's for Shou Xing. You said that you don't have a birthday cake, you want to eat noodles, meaning longevity..."
Sour again, he sniffed his nose, raised his eyes and smiled at him: "We eat together."
He shook his head and said lightly: "You eat. Have you forgotten that Roche hasn't eaten in the afternoon?"
"That was in the usual days, not the famine like this. The Buddha would not blame." I picked up a piece of meat, handed it to his mouth, and said coquettishly, "Come, if you don't eat, I won't eat."
He stared into my eyes, his smile spread. Nodded and opened his mouth obediently to eat meat. This bowl of noodles was eaten very slowly. I had to see him take a bite before I would take a bite. He just meant it at first, and ate very little. I see how much he eats and how much I eat. Then he said several times that he was full, I stared at him angrily, and put down the chopsticks and said he was full. He finally stopped sticking and finished the bowl of noodles with me, not even wasting the soup base.
Today is really full! Can't help holding his belly and telling him contentedly, this is the best noodle I have ever eaten in my life, and there is nothing better than this bowl of noodles.
He smiled at me and sucked his mouth, gently swept the broken hair off my forehead, and let me wait in the house. Then he went out alone, mysteriously. After a while he came back, with a smile on his lips.
He took my hand out of the room and led me to a room in the backyard. A sealed hut with only a few small skylights on the top, a charcoal fire on the left and right, blocked by an opaque screen, and haze steam floating behind, the whole room was steaming hot. Several small men came in with hot water, and closed the door with their backs after pouring.
He was still smiling, and after pulling me into the screen, an oversized wooden barrel was floating with warm air. I swallowed saliva. Since my home became a refugee camp, in order to save firewood, we have not bathed for more than a month. I usually try my best to refrain from caring about the smell and the itching on my hair. At Monson's house, he repeatedly asked me to take a bath in disgust. But I was too afraid of him, afraid of giving someone a handle. It's not as dirty as this, but it can also make him less interested in me. But God knows how much I want to take a shower.
"Do you want to go out for your husband, or..." He untied my hair rope, spread out his messy hair, and whispered in my ear, "Stay to serve you?"
My face instantly turned red. Only in privacy, he would call himself a husband. The heating in the room penetrated into the pores, and the open body was sweating. I have been married for more than a year, so familiar with each other's bodies, but have never bathed together. Thinking this way, sweat is more, the whole person is like red shrimp.
Seeing my embarrassment, his face was also dripping red. He coughed and went out. I grabbed his sleeve and looked down at the blue brick on the floor: "You haven't bathed for so long, I don't want to smell bad again."
Looking up at him, a mischievous smile conceals my shyness: "Today's my birthday, you must follow my meaning..."
He leaned over and murmured: "You don't say, how do you know what you mean?"
"You..." I concluded, when will he make this kind of bad? Does this have to be told?
Just talk about what you are afraid of! Facing the look he looked forward to, he looked out: "Waiting for me to take a bath..."
A soft smile circled around his eyes, his eyes covered with mist under the steam. My nose was oozing with sweat under his eyes.
"Okay..." The tone that was deliberately prolonged sounded ambiguous in my ears.
He rubbed his hands in my hair, and the foam from the pancreas rustled. His technique is clumsy and he always pulls the root of the hair. I endured not shouting pain, did not want to disturb the picture that made me so tender in my heart. He slowly poured hot water from the top of his head with a spoon. I bent my hair and bent the corners of my mouth. I remembered the shampoo advertisement that Zhou Runfa made more than ten years ago. Full of middle-aged charm, he drenched a long-haired girl like this. The slender water flows like a bead and slides down the long hair of the girl Kurosawa. This scene freezes in my heart and becomes eternal.
"You also come in..." After washing his hair, he whispered to the wet robe. "Otherwise, the water will be cold soon..."
Fortunately, the heat of the water covered my blush, but I believe that his face is definitely redder than me. So, when he didn't sit securely when I sat in, I splashed water on his face mischievously. Seeing him throwing water in an embarrassed manner, I chuckled and opened my arms. He reached out and grabbed my shoulder, thinking he was going to take revenge, and I put my arms in front of my face. But he heard his soft voice softly: "Don't make trouble..."
Drops of water were still dripping on his face, slowly converging to the sharpened chin, flowing through the blue stubble, and dripping onto his chest as his breath rose and fell. His eyes glide downwards, and the water on the half-chest radiates a fine ripple. Under the water, the wheat-colored skin glows brightly...
Swallowing hard, his eyes drooping: "Can your hand be soaked in water?"
"Well, it's fine." He looked up at the wound he had healed, lowered his eyes halfway, and uttered dumbly, "Turn around and wipe your back."
Turning obediently, but rubbed his strange appearance, my face was like the summer sun. He was stunned, his hot body close to me, his breath fell on my ears, his voice low and charming: "I want you..."
Su Ma's sensation is like a line of flame suddenly rising from his abdomen, subconsciously overflowing with a very fine moan. He turned his eyes to stare into the abyss, opened his lips slightly, and closed his eyes.
"But you can't be here. You will freeze when the water is cold." He suddenly chuckled and left my body slightly. I patted my head and rubbed a bath cloth over my shoulder and rubbed it carefully. "So, don't think about it, just concentrate on taking a bath."
I turned around pretendingly, my face was hotter than before.
We walked back to the room hand in hand, and both of them were blushing along the way. I wonder if they were smoked by hot water. As soon as he entered the room and locked the door, he reached into my neck and raised my head to kiss me. I leaned against the wall, letting him linger between his lips and teeth, searching deeply. The breath of each other is intertwined, spraying hotly on the face, burning the flames that have long been enduring.
How long have we not been lingering? Since the beginning of disaster relief, the daily urgency is survival. The crowding situation in the refugee camps at home, the sound of stomach squirming with the day by day, who can mention the spirit to think of things other than eating? Today, I ate a large bowl of shredded pork noodles, washed the dirt for another month, and a clean room gave us a luxurious independent space. It's hard to think about this fire.
His mouth still retains the fragrance of shredded pork noodle soup, and there is my favorite sandalwood fragrance around him. That's his unique taste. Since he was a teenager, I have been intoxicated. Over the years, I seem to be an addicted person to drinking, drowning in it and not wanting to extricate myself. He licked his tongue greedily with the tip of his tongue, making him entangle with me. I gnawed lightly, as if tasting the aftertaste of the bowl of noodles, causing him to tremble slightly.
The breath became more and more scorching, and the flames in his eyes grew stronger. He held my shoulder with one hand and stretched it to the waist with one hand. He was lingering in his sweet kiss and was suddenly hugged.
"Ai Qing, you are so light..."
I smirked on his chest, depicting his clean features, tall brow bones, and said softly, "You are also light..."
Put me on a bed with a clean cotton sheet, he covered me, stroking the outline of my face with slender fingers, staring at me: "When the disaster is over, you must be raised to white fat. , No longer let you suffer from hunger."
I nodded and said seriously: "Okay, I'd rather be too fat to walk, and don't be skinny."
He looked at me puzzled, not understanding what "skinny beauty" was. I didn't think to explain at this time, hugged his neck, and lingered with him again. The breath grew thicker, his eyes blurred, and his fingers were like torches, stroking the flame of my body after touching it. The wedding ring hung on the slender neck swayed in front of my chest, with his body temperature indifferently flicking the desire in my heart.
"My wife..." A low voice passed by my ears, and my little deer bumped, expecting, waiting.
For example, a small boat in a stormy sea climbed to the peak of a wave of rolling waves.
"Love you..." The sweat running down my cheeks dripped on my chest. The ring swayed, bringing up the drop of sweat, and shook it on his chest again. A bunch of the most gorgeous fireworks bloom, dazzled.
"Can I go back tomorrow?" Yun closed the tide, and his breath stabilized. Lazily leaning on his lean shoulders, encircling his elegant neck. I can't bear to interrupt this tenderness.
"Of course." He helped me to get rid of the corner and said softly, "Li Hao said that we can live forever. But this is not appropriate, so Roche only needs one day."
"One day is enough." I sat on his shoulder with satisfaction. "We have a responsibility to take care of more than two hundred people in the family. However, I will forget these for now. No matter what the responsibility is, I hope to think again tomorrow morning. . Now it is our two worlds..."
A bright smile has been floating in the corner of my mouth, brushing off the sweaty hair of my forehead for me, and whispering in my ear: "Ok..."
Embracing me sweetly for a while, he suddenly remembered something. He got up and took the clothes thrown at the end of the bed, and took out something from it. I recognized it as the agate arm bead that he had always carried with him.
"There is no money for your birthday present this year, so I have to do it myself."
He handed the beads in front of me, only to see that the beads that would have been wrapped around my wrist twice had become two independent strings. Picking up the smaller string, he put it on for me and put the bigger one on his hand. Suddenly I remembered that when I pretended to be a protagonist before he became a relative, he put my arm beads on my hand in the Vrsativ camp. At that time he looked at beads that were too big for me and once said that he would change them to two strings in the future. Unexpectedly, he really did.
"I really like this birthday gift."
The nose is sour. Turning his wrist, he happily looked at the string of crystal beads. There seem to be characters. Carefully looked at it. It turned out that a few Chinese characters were carved on the ruddy beads. Identify it, it is seven elegant fonts-"Let's live up to the world"!
Suddenly he looked up, and he was covering me with a gentle water-like look.
"My string is also engraved with the same sentence: not to be disappointed, but not to be disappointed." He raised his wrist and shook it at me. Seems to think of something, shaking his head with emotion, "Many times I want to get rid of it, I can't bear it."
"You..." looked at the words above incredulously and asked, "This agate is hard, how do you engrave these words?"
He smiled: "I wanted to engrave myself. It took a lot of effort. Instead of engraving, I cut my hands."
It turned out that the injury on his hand came like this! Tears of unsatisfactory tears burst out, holding his hand and sticking it to the atrium: "You... why are you so careless!"
"It doesn't matter." He smiled warmly. "It's impossible, so he found a jademaker through Li Hao. It was carved out of the jademaker's diamond."
Seeing me wrinkle my face and cry, I hurriedly put it on my cheek and kissed it: "Today is your birthday, you can't cry."
Reaching into my arms, I sighed with satisfaction: "The monk you said, condensed Roche's lifelong request into a poem. Compared with him, Roche is too lucky. Remember you said that he is loved Woman wrote many poems, how much do you remember?"
Knowing that he wanted me to change my mind about crying. My eyes rolled a few times, and I sat up and said, "Would it be better to sing a song for you than to read a poem? Is it based on his poem, are you willing to break the song and dance ring?"
"It's you who sings, naturally." He also sat up and wrapped me in the quilt. Caressing my hair softly, the bright eyes contain a happy smile.
I cleared my throat and opened my throat to sing gently:
"On the top of the east mountain, a white moon rose. The young girl's face appeared on my heart.
Ah Yeah Yala, Majama. Ah Yeah Yala, Majama.
If you have never met, people will not fall in love. If you have never known each other, how can you be affected by this lovesickness?
Ah Yeah Yala, Majama. Ah Yeah Yala, Majama. "
His eyes followed me all the time, and the praise in his eyes made me sing more emotionally. I don’t have the skill of Tan Jing, and I can’t sing the treble. It's just that I try my best to sing gently, and I feel a little proud of myself. It turned out that singing in front of the beloved can be so tender.
After singing, he looked at him with a smile. He leaned on my shoulder and leaned against the head of the bed. He exclaimed: "If you don't meet, you will fall in love, and if you don't know, you won't fall in love. This is how Roche treats you..."
Leaning on his shoulder, intertwined with his fingers, he recalled the love poems of the sixth Dalai Cangyang Jiacuo. Many of his poems are translated in the form of modern poetry, and Roche may not be able to understand them quickly. So I found another ancient poem: "There is another:
Knitting together to form a close relationship, although this life is short-lived.
On the day of the rebirth of Qing, Yushu Linfeng was a young man. "
Thinking of Cangyang Jiacuo's short and tragic life, he said sadly: "He can't stay with his lover in this life, he can only live in this world."
His eyes were burning, and he fixedly stared at me: "Rosh has committed too many sins, fearing that he will fall into forever. But if the Buddha is merciful and can allow me to live in the future, Rosh will still be a couple with you. Would you like? "
Sit upright and look at him: "I am more greedy than you. I want to live forever. No matter how many times I have reincarnation, no matter which one of the six paths, I will be with you. Hand in hand, look at each other with a smile Fengyun. Even if you want to fall to forever, I will be there with you. Would you like?"
The crystal-clear eyes suddenly light up, and the handsome smile renders a peerless Ambilight. Heavier force came between the clenched fingers: "You know..."
Evening glow through the window, dyeing the whole room as rosy. We gazed happily in the magnificent glow This winter day, only today is truly sunny. Winter is really over...