I, Qinghuan

Qing Huan opened her eyes wide in the darkness, she couldn't see anything, but she knew that those light-colored eyes were just an inch away.The person on the opposite side twisted their heads slightly, staggering the tips of their noses, so that the lips could be more closely and deeply pressed together.

After the lights were turned off, the temperature of the air conditioner was raised by the conductor, and it was just right to sleep under the quilt normally.But buried their heads in the quilt, the air was getting thicker and thicker as the breath squeezed in the tight fabric, like cooking porridge, steaming hot, the ingredients in the pot were their intertwined breaths and gradually rapid panting.

After a while, Qing Huan felt the tip of her wet and soft tongue touch her lower lip.

Nan Yang never took the initiative to stick out her tongue. Everything about her was so restrained that she would not even suck it hard when kissing in the past.Obviously she is the 35-year-old older person, but all the intimacy between them is Qing Huan who actively guides her, pries open, penetrates, and entangles.She will never be like this.

Before Qing Huan had time to think about the strangeness, she was pulled forward by the fingers by the ear, and the woman beside her turned her head, her shallow breath was pressed on top of her, and a piece of soft and slippery water flowed in. between her lips.

The increasingly thin oxygen in the quilt made her want to open her mouth and nose to breathe hard, but she only opened her mouth a little before she was bitten together more fittingly by the woman above.He took a short breath through his nose, but what poured into his nostrils was a period of exhalation from the other party.She couldn't breathe fresh oxygen, the heart in her chest was beating wildly, and the blood in her brain was suffocated, which made her cheeks almost melt.

This is on the train.

In this small space of less than ten square meters, there were five other strangers sleeping around.She is a star, the "god" farthest away from these ordinary people, but she is lying among these ordinary people now, and the girl on the lower bunk opposite is less than one meter away from them.Under the cover of this thin quilt, she began to be emotional.

Would someone be watching them in the dark?

Will anyone discover the beauty in the quilt?

When will the inspecting conductor pass by here with a flashlight...

Qing Huan bit Nan Yang's lips, the lower part of the quilt moved slightly, she couldn't help but folded her right leg on top of her left leg, her toes curled up tightly.

Nan Yang noticed the movement of her legs folded, and his lips traced along her side face to the ears wearing diamond earrings, and asked softly, "Want?"

Qing Huan hugged Nan Yang's back tightly, her cheekbones were almost cooked, she buried her face in Nan Yang's hair, humming in shame.

Nan Yang arched her back slightly, and pulled down the quilt a little, exposing Qing Huan's face so that she could breathe normally.After being exposed to the fresh and cool air, Qing Huan greedily took a few breaths, and at the same time suppressed the trembling vocal cords when breathing, so as not to wake up Liu Liu next to her.

But before she took a few breaths, the woman on her body took out a neatly folded handkerchief from her pocket, handed it to her mouth, and said, "Bite it."

Qing Huan blushed and asked, "Why?"

"Because you will call later."

Qing Huan's face turned even redder.She is indeed prone to making noises, as much as Nan Yang is depressed in bed, she is as indulgent as she is in bed.If they recorded their process, the content would be very monotonous, so monotonous as if she directed and acted on her own.Nan Yang knew that she was used to venting when she was comfortable, so she had to find something to block her venting.

Qing Huan closed her eyes, opened her mouth tremblingly, and bit the handkerchief Nan Yang handed over.

The quilt was gently closed again, but the head of the other person did not stay outside the quilt.

She raised her neck and fixed her eyes on the window glass. Starting from the rusted dark silver window frame on the upper edge, her gaze slowly moved down along a faint halo.

The car was passing through the tunnel, accompanied by a heavy and rhythmic rumbling sound, orange light spots pierced into her eyes again and again.When the next light spot came, the previous light spot became a vertical beam of light as the train moved forward. She saw that beam of light continuously piercing into the rows of windows on the side of the train. Starting from their window, deep and shallow Yes, like a lollipop held in the mouth of a little girl, spitting, swallowing, wanton and soft.

At the end of the tunnel, the last beam of light slowly faded away, and the city outside the tunnel was raining, and the wet rain drenched the beam of light with a sticky and damp color.The light went away, like a firefly that circled around and then flew away, staying in the place where her heart was most excited for a while, and then left leisurely with her excitement and nostalgia.

The window was splashed with dense rain, and the rainwater trickled down from the upper edge, and a few cold raindrops penetrated through the cracks of the unclosed car window, falling on her eyebrows and the end of her eyes.The teeth became tighter and tighter, and the handkerchief was folded thickly when it was stuffed in, but she could still vaguely feel the occlusal outline of the upper and lower teeth.

boom -

The train shook violently, and at the same time, a bolt of lightning exploded in the sky outside the window.

She raised her head vigorously, closed her eyes forcefully, desperately bit the handkerchief in her mouth, and let out a muffled sob in her throat.The white handkerchief that had been soaked for a long time was like a fresh lily flower, she held it in her mouth, and when she bit her teeth, the edge of the handkerchief turned up like a budding petal.

The saturated handkerchief was bitten moist, and the saliva flowed down the corners of her mouth into her ear temples, mixed with the damp sweat, and moistened her hair into a bowl of soaked, sticky fine noodles.

There was a rustle on the quilt.

Another face that was also soaked in sweat poked out from under the quilt, and lay quietly beside her as a pillow.

Nan Yang raised his hand and wiped the wet corner of his mouth, his voice was hoarse and soft:

"Tired?"

With a handkerchief in her mouth, Qing Huan felt as if she had just been fished out of the bathtub, and nodded weakly.

Nan Yang twisted the veil and took it out of Qing Huan's mouth.When she took it out, the handkerchief brought out a long silver thread, Qing Huan looked at the continuous line, blushing as if bleeding, and hurriedly turned her head to avoid Nan Yang's gaze.

Nan Yang put the handkerchief aside, hugged Qing Huan, kissed her ear, and said softly, "Go to sleep when you're tired."

"……Um."

Qing Huan snorted softly, nestled into Nan Yang's arms, and closed her eyes.

Nan Yang pursed her sore lips, hugged Qing Huan and looked at the thunderstorm outside the car window, at the water marks pouring on the transparent glass, but her eyes seemed to pass through the rain scene, looking at an unknown place.

Time passed slowly, and before you knew it, it was already two o'clock in the morning.

The person in his arms was already fast asleep.

Nan Yang carefully pulled out her arm and got off the bed lightly.Her white shirt was wrinkled from sleeping, but she didn't pay attention to those folds. She just took her white windbreaker, draped it casually on her shoulders, and walked to the other side of the carriage in silence.

It was still the secret space where the car got on and off, and Sun Xuxue stood there playing with her mobile phone, as if she had been waiting for a long time.

"Xuxue."

she called softly.

Sun Xuxue immediately raised her head and bowed her head respectfully: "Old Ancestor, you are here."

"Hmm." Nan Yang leaned against the wall with no expression on his face, "Where is the thing I want you to buy?"

"it's here!"

Sun Xuxue hurriedly took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from her coat pocket, and handed them to Nan Yang with both hands.

Nan Yang tore open the package with downcast eyes, took out a slender women's cigarette and stuffed it into his mouth, picked up the lighter with the cigarette in his mouth, pressed his thumb, and the light brown eyes reflected the dancing fire.

Sun Xuxue watched Nan Yang smoking, her heart tightened and ached.

She didn't think smoking was a bad thing, she had seen a lot of people who smoked, and the old smokers around her were able to smoke one by one.But this was the first time she saw Nan Yang smoking.She always seemed to feel that people like Nan Yang shouldn't smoke. She was such a conservative ancient who couldn't even get her ears pierced, so how could she smoke?

For some reason, when she saw Nan Yang spit out the cloudy smoke, the word "degenerate" appeared in her mind.

She seemed to be looking at the purest cloud floating in the sky, which was suddenly dyed the color of a dirty crow, then condensed into dew, turned into rain, fell into the mortal world, and smashed into the muddy puddle.She can only watch and can't do anything.

"cough."

Nan Yang was choked by the smoke, obviously she was not yet proficient, she didn't know how to smoothly make the nicotine roll in her lungs.

"Old Ancestor, why don't you stop smoking?" Sun Xuxue asked boldly.

Nan Yang shook his head and put the cigarette into his mouth again: "It's okay, it's more comfortable this way."

"Yes." Sun Xuxue didn't dare to say anything more.

Nan Yang took another deep breath, but halfway through this breath, she coughed heavily again.Sun Xuxue saw her tremble suddenly, as if she couldn't stand still, she put her hands on the wall, and when the cigarette was taken out of her mouth, the cigarette holder was already covered with blood.

"Old Ancestor!" Sun Xuxue was startled, and hurriedly took out a tissue and handed it to her.

Nan Yang closed her eyes, gritted her teeth, and said nothing.

Sun Xuxue stood at the side holding a tissue in bewilderment, not knowing what to do.

"Xuxue."

After a long time, Nan Yang called her again.

"Yes, Patriarch." Sun Xuxue replied immediately.

"Get out your phone and turn on the recording."

"Yes, you... what do you want to record?"

Nan Yang put the blood-stained cigarette into his mouth again, and took a light puff mixed with the blood.

"……will."

Sun Xuxue was stunned, her eyes widened, "Will, will?!"

"Well, the will." Nan Yang smoked and looked at the heavy rain outside the glass window, "... Someone once told me that the farewell must be said far enough in advance to be complete enough."

Sun Xuxue covered her mouth, resisting the urge to cry, took out her phone, turned on the recording tremblingly, and pressed the record button.

Nan Yang took out his mobile phone and opened a file.She stared at the phone for a long time, and there was a gap of more than ten seconds in the recording. After a long silence, she spoke slowly, her voice was as thin as a lonely mountain in the rain outside the window.

"In order to prevent property disputes and other disputes after my death, when I have a clear mind and full capacity to act, in accordance with relevant laws and regulations, I make this will as follows."

"I voluntarily bequeathed all the property under my name to my wife, including two sets of real estate in Beijing and Shanghai, the property certificate numbers are Hufangdizi (2020) No. 33054 and No. 34086, and three sets of real estate in Huzhong. The certificate number is Hufangdizi (2005) No. 800967, No. 812398, and No. 928760. It includes three Audi A4Ls, one Audi A6, one BMW 650i, one Lamborghini LP670, and one LP550. Including personal accounts The internal fixed deposit is 203400081.53 yuan, the demand deposit is 55005700.82 yuan, and the Meishi Group holds 30% of the shares."

"After that, if I have a new property or an increase in savings, it will also be left to my wife. All my property, all belong to her."

Speaking of this, Nan Yang's voice was already trembling slightly, the smoke hadn't been patronized for a while, and the sparks burned to the edge of her index finger and middle finger.

After a while, she smiled lightly and finished the last sentence:

"Including my body, it also belongs to her."

Sun Xuxue pressed the recording stop button and opened her mouth, as if she wanted to say something.

She turned her eyes slightly, and her whole body was shocked, and her facial features instantly expanded to the extreme.

She stared behind Nan Yang and staggered back a step.

Nan Yang seemed to have noticed something, and turned her head following her gaze. When she saw the person behind her, the smoke between her fingers fell to the ground, sparks splashed.

Qing Huan stood at the entrance of the carriage, with her hands on the joint of the wagon next to her, her fingertips tightly digging at the rough metal skin, bloodstains were dug out under each finger.

With tears in her eyes, she smiled wryly, her voice trembling:

"Is there anything else you want to leave for me?"