Peacock

The islanders don’t have the habit of staying up late, and when it’s almost zero o’clock, perhaps only the night market and the theater troupe are left with lights on.

I bought beef noodle noodles, but my tongue was still dry after eating, so I ordered a pineapple smoothie from the stall next door.

Tangling has a bad stomach and eats very little, most of the time he just looks at me with his chin resting on his cheek.Obviously his eyes fell on me, but I somehow didn't feel that he was really looking at me.

The stage behind was still babbling lyrics, and I could barely hear the stall owner saying that this play was Butterfly Lovers.

Liang Zhu I know, I pulled it.

There were only a few people left in the audience, and Tang Ling and I were tired from walking, so we dragged two stools and sat at the end.

It may be that I don't understand it well, I really can't listen to it, and my thoughts are still wandering while staring at the stage.And Tang Ling was very sleepy, just sitting down, leaning on my shoulder with her elbows closed and her eyes closed, I thought he might have fallen asleep.

His fan-shaped long eyelashes cast a light shadow under the moon, his brows were loosened, his eyelids were burnt red by alcohol, he was really...too beautiful.

I feel like a dick in school who worked so hard to get the goddess out.

I twirled the ends of his dry hair, and seeing that he didn't respond, I finally mustered up the courage to poke his face, where the pear dimple was when he laughed.

On the stage, Hua Dan stepped on Xiaosheng's footsteps, and Lan Xiu was startled and thought, Yingtai is not a daughter, why there are ring marks on her ears.

When I was listening to that line, I happened to see a small hole in Tangling's thin earlobe, but I couldn't remember whether he had it on both sides.

Originally, I was trying to restrain myself, trying to make myself stop thinking about this matter, but my heart was like a cat scratching, always wanting to determine an answer.When I supported Tang Ling's back neck and wanted to look at the other side, he gently opened his eyes.

When I met his calm eyes, my heart skipped a beat.

"You, you're not asleep..."

Tang Ling didn't speak, just stared at me quietly with those eyes that were particularly blurred tonight.

I was so hot that my cheeks were hot, and I subconsciously used a smoothie cup to calm my face.

He suddenly stretched out his hand and slowly stroked my temples, his fingertips were burning hot, and stroked my ears in circles.

I held his wrist tremblingly, and buried my head in his palm.

Tang Ling pursed her lips slightly, wiped my eyes with her fingers, and then rubbed my lower lip with neither light nor heavy force.

Then he picked up a powder ball with his slender fingers and put it in my mouth, stretched his two fingers in and dragged across the tongue vaguely, the hotness of his mouth made his presence extraordinarily vivid.I don't know if the liqueur wrapped in it melted my nerves, so I just held his fingertips in my mouth, my canine teeth slowly rubbed against his thin skin, and the icy balls lingered on me. The corners of the lips melted, dripping sweet water.

Tang Ling scratched my palate lightly, and I groaned in a low voice, but I still raised my tongue and pressed it against him.I even bit him when he backed out, an ineffective coercion to stay.

The gradual lack of oxygen in the brain is my criterion for judging whether the desire has sprouted.

I believe that many people's love is no different from business affairs, but it seems that no matter what Tang Ling does to me, I can feel a primitive sexual impulse, I don't know what's wrong with me.

Whenever he looked at me, I began to feel that everything became wet, everything was wet, my mouth, Tang Ling's eyes, the half-melted pineapple ice, the dripping panties on the balcony, and the tropical evening wind from Baima.

Slowly, he withdrew his gaze, closed his eyes and fell back on the chair, tapping his index finger to the drums on the stage.

The crotch was unkempt, which made me dare not move any more, and I heard Liang Shanbo on the stage sigh, "I dare not look at Guanyin from now on."

Now I feel that no matter whether Tang Ling is a Bodhisattva or not, I dare not look at him again.

We just listened to the play in such a weird way for a while, so long that I thought he fell asleep again.

"Yu Zhen, I hate getting drunk..." Tang Ling said slowly, "I think my mind has stopped tonight."

"It's okay." I replied vaguely, "That's it, you give it a holiday."

The word he uttered the most tonight was "hate", which made him look like a child with a clear distinction between likes and hates. I think this kind of Tang Ling is so cute that he hates it.

Tang Ling raised her head and smiled: "Do you know what I was thinking when I saw you in Free Country?"

I looked at him with my mouth open, my heart beating so fast I couldn't hear him.

"I was thinking, he looks familiar, he seems to be the new idle shop assistant of Blue Lotus." Tang Ling said, "Then I remembered, when I was standing outside Blue Lotus before that, I was thinking, so familiar , he seems like a psycho who came to the island on the last ferry and said 'it's all shit' to the sea."

"I thought it was the first time I saw Liberty Country." I was a little dizzy, "...you actually remember me."

"Easy to remember. Fair skin, black and smooth hair, a northern tone of voice, drooping eyes."

I buried myself in his arm shyly: "When I was a child, I was called a hooligan rabbit..."

Tang Ling rubbed my back hair like a pet, and then said, "Yu Zhen, does it hurt?"

He added: "Does your knee hurt?"

I shook my head honestly, and finally reacted and nodded vigorously shamelessly: "It hurts to death."

Tang Ling leisurely got up and squatted in front of my chair, I was stunned for a long time before realizing that he seemed to want to carry me on his back.

I thought to myself that Tangling's mind might have really stopped, obviously just now we almost followed the lion dance team to race around the island.

If you put your head on Tang Ling's neck, you can just see the moon on the sea.Baima is very generous and good at entertaining guests, even the sun and moon here are much bigger than other places.

His house was closer, so I said go back to his house together, and then we collapsed on the same bed.The sleep was also intermittent, and the bedside flashed light twice. I got up blindfolded and looked at the screen of his mobile phone.

Two WeChat messages popped up on the screen, both from the same person. I don't know what their relationship is. Tang Ling didn't even write a note to him.

One is "I'm sorry for you", and the other is "It's been too long, I'll call someone to pick you up".

I thought of the bright bridge across the sea again, and my heart felt as if I was being squeezed hard. I turned around and hugged Tangling, as if if I didn't look at him, he would disappear like smoke.

Woke up by my movements, Tang Ling only pressed her forehead against mine, and kissed my trembling eyelids lightly, I bit his lower lip anxiously, so we started making love, everything was So logical.

I buried him under the blanket and gave him oral sex, and held his docile penis in my mouth, still embarrassed and unskilled, Tang Ling could only helplessly pull me up and let me sit on him, at that moment I believed that he just wanted to kiss, But I think it may be too much lubricant, so I can sit down accidentally.

The pain from the first time disappeared strangely. Today, I was fucked by him like a dream, and when he was drunk, his sex was also like a dream, and he seemed too affectionate without saying a word.

His stomach was filled with semen several times, and some of it was pushed back before it came out.Creampie always gives people a sense of embarrassment, which caused me to stumble into the bathroom without the embarrassment to be gentle with him.

I didn't expect Tang Ling to follow, and we filled a bathtub with water.The bathtub is too small to fit two men fully stretched out, so I sit in his arms, and he cleans me up in silence, with another burst of finger poking that makes my legs go limp again, and I have to lie down on my stomach. On the edge of the bathtub, he tilted his lower body and said that he wanted more.

Tang Ling didn't know what kind of compassionate attack it was, so she patted my butt and said, I still do it after it's all done.

I smiled and lay back in his arms, he hugged me and smoked, the water vapor and smoke mixed together and scattered in this small space.

His lighter was a nice looking one, heavy and must have looked expensive, black steel with two light gray metal wires on the sides.I wanted to light a cigarette with this lighter, so I asked him "Can I smoke".

He handed me the soggy pack of cigarettes, and I lit one and put it in my mouth, becoming a little embarrassed.His smoke is much more choking, and it is not as acceptable as the Seven Stars at night.

I only took two breaths and my throat shrank for a while, but it would be too embarrassing to start coughing at this time, so I just endured it, my face turned red.

Hou Shao had naked eyes, I turned my head and saw Tang Ling's inexplicably smiling face.I felt that he was making fun of me, so I bit the bullet and said, "It's not easy to smoke."

Tangling still looked at me with bent eyes, as if she was too lazy to expose it.But his eyes are floating, and the ends of his eyes are red. I always wonder if the alcohol has circulated his whole body with the hot water.

"I ask you, do you know who I am?"

Tangling scratched my throat and didn't speak.

I squeezed his throat with drooping eyes, but didn't use much force: "Last time I said that you pretended to have amnesia the next day, and I was going to kill you, but the way you looked the next day was no different from pretending to have amnesia."

He held my callused fingertips and kissed them confusedly, then said rustlingly, "Chuchu."

"You are Chuchu."

Perhaps the smoke drifted into my mind, covering all other insignificant things, and I began to feel that there was only Tang Ling in front of me left in the world, and he should be the only one left.

The last time I had this thought was with the double bass, so I know what it's like to lose the only one in the world.

I hugged his neck and cried and he didn't understand what I was crying but held me tight.