Amorous Short Stories

Yan Wu woke up from the nightmare, the back of his neck was soaked in sweat, exposed in the air, and there was a chill.Look up at your watch, it's 3 o'clock.Yan Wu walked to the bathroom, turned on the water and lay down in the bathtub.

Haven't had a nightmare for a long time.

Ding Qing's eyes and expression are all too hot.

The nightmare reminded Yan Wu not to feel it.

Yan Wu was immersed in the water.Think of my previous dewy love affair.

In Lusaka, Zambia, Yan Wu's team rescued the leader of a tribe near Lake Mweru from a group of Tunisian guerrillas.Since the leader supported the then Zambian President Mwanawasa, who urgently needed votes to consolidate his position, he asked NT to rescue this very appealing supporter who was secretly hired by the opposition party at a high price.The mission didn't take long, and one person died in the team.After the end, Yan Wu went to Cape Town, South Africa to report on his work. Yan Meng was also in South Africa at the time, so Yan Wu stayed in Cape Town for a while.

When Yan Wu accompanied Yan Meng to the documentary photography exhibition, he met Phyllis Queen, an English woman.She is a pottery craftsman, 35 years old.Yan Wu met her twice when he went to the exhibition, and then he deliberately went there until he got in touch with her. Every time, Quinn was alone.Quinn is a tall and thin woman, 170, only more than 90 kg, with a slender neck, extremely white complexion, short lips and thin lips, a high nose bridge, but small nose wings, amber pupils, light and thin eyebrows, and a very proud face. The whole figure is like a delicate and melancholy work of art.He seldom laughs, seldom chats, and his voice is mellow and depressing.

It was not difficult for Yan Wu to find the bruises on her body, the scars on her back, the pinched inner thighs, new and old black and purple, and the scars from cigarette burns in her genitals.Yan Wu looked at her injury with some surprise, she smiled: "Come, meet my husband."

Quinn's husband is a United Nations liaison officer in South Africa. Quinn came to South Africa with her then 19-year-old husband at the age of 30, gave up her research work in the National Museum, and severed family members who opposed the marriage.The husband is very happy in South Africa, and he is in harmony with the officials in Cape Town. He never hits the face with his hands. Due to the problem, the area of ​​activity is restricted, and the family cannot be contacted, and there are no friends to make.After giving up and running away, flowers of despair bloomed, and she met Yan Wu.

Quinn spoke plainly, and Yan Wuping listened plainly.

After that they met, lingering, silent, each smoking.It was like an ordinary traveler meeting an ordinary young woman.One to relieve boredom, the other to relieve pain, both of them know the accidental intersection, and they will naturally return to their original track with Yan Wu's departure.Yan Wu had followed her husband several times, and without exception, he followed his mistresses to their homes. He was very kind to his mistresses, and all the violence and resentment in his body were given to his wife, leaving him a considerate and gentle lover.

When Yan Wu appeared in front of Quinn's husband, he cursed loudly in English with Afrikaans why Yan Wu appeared in his house.Quinn, who just came back, stood at the door stunned with vegetables.She didn't scream, just trembled.There was no fear, no gratitude, just shaking, staring at her husband and the pool of blood on the ground with wide eyes, and tightly covering her mouth.Yan Wu walked past her, handed her the passport and identity certificate that Quinn had hidden by her husband, and gave her Yan Meng's business card: "She will help you."

After a pause, he finally kissed her temples and walked out.

Never seen again.

At this moment, Yan Wu was lying in the bathtub, thinking about his feelings, but in the end he didn't feel any.

Yan Wu thought of other people again.A servant of a wealthy family in Maseru, a street girl in Cairo, and even an early jihad leader whom I admired quite a lot. Of course, the most popular ones are the red light districts everywhere.Whether Yan Wu walked with them far or near, and spent time with them for a long or short time, most of them were like this.Yan Wu has Yan Wu's tasks, they have their responsibilities; Yan Wu has Yan Wu's troubles, they have their worries; Yan Wu has Yan Wu's pain, they have their sorrows.

always like this.

Therefore, they are very tacit, and they don't need to talk about love if they don't talk about love.There is no deep friendship and no long talk. Everyone knows that they will stop at the end of a few sentences, make fun of parting, and never look back.Life is short, enjoy yourself in time.That being the case, Ding Qing...

Yan Wu's heart skipped a beat.

Yan Wu pressed down.

...Ding Qing is fine too.

...and now I'm bored.

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Ding Qing is still copying love poems.He reckoned that he had said everything he should have said, and that person would either stop talking and pretend to be silly with a smile, or change the subject, even if Ding Qing's face was as thick as the city wall, he couldn't keep pushing him, he couldn't tear his face apart, Everyone is not good at being human.Or just wait.Zhao Wenyu objected: "You chase girls, no, no matter who you chase, hit the iron while it's hot and go all out. When they see you show your affection, before they have time to react, you shrink back suddenly, and their position is awkward. The most important thing now The most important thing is to express yourself bravely. Did he tell you to stop? How could you stop if he didn’t tell you to stop, and it’s not impossible.” Ding Qing looked at Zhao Wenyu who could speak yellow accent without knowing it, and felt that he and he were really good friend.

Ding Qing was still trying his best to ask Yan Wu out, and Yan Wu was doing Tai Chi lightly.

However, Ding Qing is still enthusiastic. After all, he is young and vigorous, with strong endurance.

Lu Qiao didn't come at night.A few people read books, blowing water, time passed quickly, and the show ended early, at nine o'clock.Before leaving, Lu Qiao called to say that his dog was lost, and asked everyone to help look for it on the covered bridge. Hearing the voice, he was quite anxious.A few teenagers stood up and were about to drive, Yan Wu looked meaningfully at Ding Qing, who was rubbing up beside him with great interest, and felt that this guy was not good at acting.

Ding Qing drove Yan Wu in his car.Yan Wu was not in a hurry at all, he was acting anyway, and this time he found an excuse, the boy was indeed growing up.Ding Qing drove to the entrance of the covered bridge. There were a lot of people, so the two of them got down and walked.

Apart from other things, Ding Qing is a good conversation partner. He is smart and reasonable, and he has a good grasp of the boundaries of chatting. He is the kind of person who can talk to anyone for a while.

Walking along the side of the road, the commercial street is on the left, and the beach is on the right. Ding Qing looked around while talking, and at the same time checked the news in the mobile phone group, as if he was really looking for a dog.

Yan Wu thought it was funny, so let him go.

Passing by a bar, Ding Qing introduced: "The song stage in this bar is very powerful. I used to perform here when I formed a band. It was very lively during the music festival."

"What are you doing in the band?"

"Play the drums."

"What band?"

"Just play with tickets," Ding Qing waved his hand a little embarrassedly, "I've stopped doing it a long time ago, it's not that stuff."

"Ah, so. I thought you would be the lead singer." Yan Wu shared his regret.

"My singing is too ordinary. Do you want to go inside and have a look?" Ding Qing suggested.

"Aren't you looking for a dog?"

"...Maybe it's inside."

Clumsy, Yan Wu thought.

This bar obviously has a heavier music atmosphere, and the stage occupies one-third, which is still in the middle.The roof is higher than other bars, it should be to match the dance beauty, the lighting is also mainly blue and warm yellow, but it can change with the music.There are not many booths, mostly three seats, and there are some special seats in front of the stage.When I entered, a guy wearing a hat who looked like an Italian was singing JaceEverett's "BadThings". The lyrics and the atmosphere are very hot.

Ding Qing stuck to Yan Wu's ear and said, "Wait for me here."

Yan Wu felt that the hot breath made his ears red, but soon the breath left with Ding Qing.

Iwanna do real bad things with you.

The singing ended with the last line of the song.

A person who appeared to be the host came on stage: "Everyone! We have a special guest tonight. I believe many audience members still remember the drummer of the band 1933—Ding Qing! To Master Ding."

Ding Qing came onto the stage with a flamboyant red electric guitar.

Yan Wu doesn't think so, Ding Qing you don't.

Ding Qing said, "I want to dedicate this song to someone."

Yan Wu thought don't talk about me, don't talk about me, I'm old and I can't afford to lose this person.

Ding Qing did not speak.

But a beam of white light hit Yan Wusheng's loveless face.Yan Wu became murderous.

Ding Qing coughed twice.

Yan Wu is about to leave, whoever loves to play with you, whoever wants to play with you, I will quit, and your dad will not kill me either, goodbye silly.

Ding Qing said:

"The spring breeze blows and blows, blowing into my heart".Yan Wu instantly petrified.

"I miss you and can't sleep because my heart is pounding."Ding Qing, did you read the atmosphere before going on stage?

"Why you, you don't understand Luohua's intentions."Ding Qing, who are you talking about, who are you talking about, can you show some face.

"I can only look at the bright moon outside the window."Ding Qing, do you know that this is the female part, your voice is too low for harmony.

"The moon hangs high and bends like your eyebrows."Ding Qing, this occasion is not suitable for singing this kind of song, you are still singing a duet with yourself, you can feel it, Master Ding.

"The heart that misses you can only move forward and not retreat."Ding Qing, did you hear someone laughing at you below?

"I said you, do you know that running water is not ruthless."Ding Qing, you sang a cappella why you went up with the guitar on your back.

"The palace that carries you to the sky".Ding Qing, you...

The guitar blares along with the drummer.The lights suddenly turned red, the scene became lively, and the laughing people applauded.When the style of painting changed, the scene turned into a very rock and roll scene. It was the first time Yan Wu knew that this song could still be sung like this.

"On this beautiful night with a full moon, two hearts love each other and love each other. On this night with a full moon, there are lovers in pairs. I say you, you..."

Yan Wu was stunned for a while, seeing Ding Qing, who was dressed very unruly, singing pure love songs very seriously, suddenly felt funny, turned around and walked out.

The singing behind him stopped abruptly.

Yan Wu stood in the dark where the lights of the bar couldn't reach.Ding Qing walked slowly to his side.

"Out of tune?" Ding Qing's voice was normal.

"No." Yan Wu also spoke as usual.

"I'm not very good at singing." Ding Qing felt sorry, "Do you not like this kind of singing in person?"

Yan Wu didn't reply.

"That's right, it's really silly." Ding Qing laughed in embarrassment.

"Singing well, the voice is very good." Yan Wu said.

Ding Qing turned his head suddenly, staring at Yan Wu's face, Yan Wu looked back.

Ding Qing lowered his eyes and leaned closer, getting closer to Yan Wu's face, his lips were only breath away, Yan Wu didn't move, didn't move away, didn't pretend to be stupid, and didn't close his eyes.

"Now, I'm going to kiss you." Ding Qing felt that she became gentle for no reason.Yan Wu bent the corner of his mouth, lifted his chin slightly, bit Ding Qing's lower lip, and rubbed it lightly.

Ding Qing finally added Yan Wu's Fb, and as soon as Yan Wu agreed, Ding Qing sent countless emojis, strange avatars, faces that looked dumbfounded, and a love poem copied by Ding Qing. It was a photo of Yan Wu taken by Ding Qing, in which Yan Wu rolled his eyes contemptuously.Yan Wu was speechless for a while after watching it, and after a while, Yan Wu found that Ding Qing's profile picture had also changed into this picture.I also sent a hahaha with this avatar.

Only a few items on Ding Qing's personal homepage were visible, and all of them became visible after a while, but Yan Wu didn't find anything.Ding Qing had very few emotions, and he didn't have any pictures of himself. The day before yesterday, there was a post about looking for a dog. Two or 10 minutes later, he added: The dog has been found, thank you everyone [comparison].A dog is really lost, Yan Wu thought.See if the time you found was when Ding Qing dragged him into the bar.At other times, there are travel photos, basketball game photos, black photos of friends, photos of birthday celebrations, links to reprinted Hupu sports news, links to new sneakers recommendations, and so on.

Yes, Yan Wu turned to the last one.

——You like cars so much, but there are no cars on the homepage.

——Ah, there are too many people added

I have six groups playing cars

I'll pull the teacher in

?

--No.

- I'm also lonely

because i don't buy either

I can only drive their [Grievance Baba]

Teacher, do you have a group that plays tanks?

pull me in

——. . . . .There are not many people left in the group with escaping missiles. Are you coming?

——hahahahahaha

Ding Qing insisted on splitting a sentence into several sentences, as if he didn't know how to use punctuation marks.The two chatted one after another, and the light of the mobile phone shone on Yan Wu's almost gentle and happy face.

Suddenly another mobile phone vibrated, Yan Wu picked it up, and there was a message from the flower seller:

The owner will return at the end of the month.