Deep sake

I sat on the stairs with the water at my feet.Looking outside, the vast expanse is full of water, the water under the river is not very clear, and after landing on the shore, it looks a little muddy because of the yellow mud.We have been upstairs for several days. Li Shenjiu said that this time the water seemed to be bigger than in previous years. I looked down from the upstairs and saw that the vegetable garden was flooded and I couldn’t see any vegetables. More than half of them were sugar cane. Those taller plants may not survive.I ate half of that box of instant noodles, and three meals a day were braised beef. After a while, I am afraid that I will never touch this taste again in my life.

Fortunately, the water has finally started to recede. I estimate that at the speed of one step in an hour, it will fall to the ground tomorrow.When the water recedes, it is silent, but after an hour of watching, you will find that it has gone down a step. I sat here for a long time before I figured out its law.

Although I was forced to stay upstairs in the dark for a few days, I still had nothing to do. I read books when I was bored, and I promised to teach him earlier, so I started teaching him these few days.His foundation is not bad, on the contrary, it is surprisingly good. When I think of what he said a few days ago, it becomes clear.But I also thought that he seemed to have said that he couldn’t write his own name. I was confused for a moment and I had to ask him. I didn’t want him to feel like I was questioning him, so I pretended to ask him casually while teaching him: "You really don't know how to write your own name? It's a waste of time." He suddenly stopped writing and looked at me seriously, making me feel uncomfortable and wanting to cover his face.

He said: "If I know it, will the teacher still teach?"

He spoke so earnestly, staring at me motionlessly, as if my next words were about life and death, I suddenly didn't know how to ambiguously passed, I turned my head, picked up the book that was on hold, and pretended to read it: "Yes, yes Ah, of course, aren’t you teaching now?” I said with certainty, but I didn’t know why I didn’t dare to look him in the eye.The last time I spoke was too hasty.

I just keep on watching.There was no movement over there, so I continued to read for half an hour without seeing a single word.

This matter was still successfully blurred by me.

After a few more hours, it will be night, and tomorrow I can meet with my small bamboo bed downstairs again. I should be happy, but I don’t know where it comes from. I feel a little uncomfortable. A very uncomfortable state, that feeling made me very irritable, and it subsided a few days ago when I came to Lijia Village, but it became more and more obvious in the past few days, as if there was a cat in my heart that kept scratching me with its paws, and I couldn’t catch it. If I could catch it, I'd strangle it to death.

In order to calm the restlessness, at dusk, I sat on the steps of the stairs and watched the water recede unconsciously. In fact, I was not watching, but just emptied myself.There is light in the house, and I didn't plan to go upstairs again until it was completely dark.

When I got to the last step, I seemed to hear the sound of water, the sound of water dripping, which was very similar to the sound when I heard the rain, but it was a patter, not a sound of rain.

I saw Li Shenjiu wiping himself.

Now it seems to be the beginning, he squeezed the water first, wiped his sun-tanned face casually, then unbuttoned his shirt, wiped his upper body, his upper body was thin, when he was not wearing clothes He looked so thin, raised his wrist, and I could see his full waist, very smooth lines, just right arc, and then he began to pull his belt.

He tugged at his belt, I should avoid it.

And my glasses were perfectly on the bridge of my nose, and I took them off by accident, trying to reduce my guilt.

I seemed to have been immobilized by someone, and I stood still, watching his next move.

He tore off his belt, took off his jeans, wrung out a handful of water again, and wiped his thighs. The thighs were still white without drying, and they had to go deeper, I thought.

Then he tore off the last piece of clothing again.

Under the dim light, I looked at the boy's face, earlobes, neck, arms, waist, ankles, calves, thighs, and... sex/organs.

I'm hard.

Like a pervert.

wrong.

It's perverted.

The pervert in me was not only hard at that moment, but also woke up.The very sober one, I tiptoed, not daring to make any movement, and sneaked downstairs like a guilty conscience.

I sat back on the steps again, and the irritability grew stronger, and I still couldn't feel at ease facing the calm water, but fortunately, I finally knew where that feeling came from.

I didn't dare to go back until it was completely dark.

I thought Li Shenjiu would be asleep, but I didn't know he was still awake. A candle was lit on the bedside table, and the candle was fixed with dripping tears. As soon as I appeared, I saw the flickering candle flame and the misty smoke. That half of his face.

It was a brass tobacco rod with an oval mouthpiece. He looked like an old hand, holding the tobacco rod in one hand, and raising the other hand casually in the air, as if to disperse the smoke. His eyes were closed, swallowing clouds. While exhaling the mist, his expression was indescribably quiet and stretched, like a cat.

I never knew that he would smoke, or the kind of dry tobacco from the last century in my impression, but he closed his eyes, and it matched the indescribable proportion of that cigarette.

He opened his eyes, saw me, was startled, put down the cigarette stick, and said with a smile: "Teacher, are you going to sleep? I'm about to blow out the candles."

Seeing me staring at the thing in his hand, he explained: "This was originally my grandfather's. It's an old thing, but it still works. My father doesn't know how to smoke. But when I was very young, I followed my grandfather for a while, and then I used it." Will."

I didn't seem to understand: "Do you know how to smoke?"

He asked back: "Teacher, don't you know?"

"will not."

"Then I'll teach Teacher Shao."

I hate tobacco very much. Dad can smoke, but the kind of cigarettes in a box, my mother has quarreled with him many times because of this matter. The smell of that kind of smoke is not pleasant, let alone Know what this native tobacco would be like.

The possibility of being possessed is that I took the cigarette directly from Li Shenjiu's hand, I didn't care about what to say, I took a deep breath, and then felt a puff of air rushing up the nasal cavity, I didn't have time to exhale, hard Coughed a few times.I have lived for more than 20 years, and I am close to the age of [-]. For the first time, I learned to smoke like a kid for some inexplicable and ridiculous reasons, and then I made a fool of myself in a very embarrassing manner.

This time I choked out some tears, bent over and gasped for breath.

A hand patted me on the back: "I haven't taught Teacher Shao yet."

I slapped his hand away.

"No, if you don't know it, you won't. You couldn't learn it before, and you can't learn it now."

Tracing the reason, I think, probably because I haven't relieved it for a long time, and then I have thoughts and desires that shouldn't be moved towards the person in front of me. I attribute everything to this thing.

A few days after the water receded, Li Shenjiu and I were still busy. The flooded house needed to be cleaned. There were water stains on the walls and residual sand. It was more tiring than carrying things upstairs, and it took us two days to pack them all.

After I finally finished all the work, I went back to sleep downstairs, so I had a chance to find a loophole to relieve myself.

I wanted myself not to think about Li Shenjiu, but things backfired, when the desire reached its peak, the image of seeing him that day still appeared in my mind.

It wasn't his naked body, but his face half hidden in the shadows while puffing.

I'm more irritable than ever.