Peacock

Slowly, Tang Ling took the pull ring from my hand and looked at it carefully through the fish shadow lamp.

Tangling's expression was unusually comfortable, it was filled with astonishment, although everything was indifferent.

Also, anyone who listens to these will feel that the speaker has a problem with his brain.

I felt ashamed when I came back to my senses, and I was so scared that I started to suffer, I didn't dare to look at Tang Ling any more, I only took two quick breaths, and buried my face in the quilt on one side.

Tang Ling chuckled twice, stretched out his palm to wrap around my face, and the damp heat on my face touched his palm.

"Whether it is useful to the truth, even if it is knotted, it can still be separated."

"...It's useless."

I seldom think about what kind of existence I am to Tangling, but I just dare not think about it.When I was young, I thought highly of myself. Subconsciously, I always felt that only I don’t want, and there is nothing in this world that I can’t want.

I leaned into his palm and breathed lightly: "Now you can just talk about it, say what you like, while I still like you. Maybe one day I will figure it out, and the next day I will leave without carrying my bag." Now, when you are an unfamiliar cat I picked up in the backcountry, you will disappear if you don’t see it.”

"That's good too."

I turned over to look at him angrily, feeling bored and having nowhere to go, so I opened my mouth and bit his wrist.

Tang Ling didn't hide, she just looked at me indifferently, and only frowned.His other hand was behind my ear, his movements were still gentle, and his index finger was pointing frequently, like a kind of comfort.

He whispered again: "I'm serious."

It's good, it's not good at all.

Tangling would always give me an attitude of avoiding the important and taking the light of the light after every time I dig my heart and soul, which makes me even more ashamed.It's like I bought him a gift with all my savings that I've saved for a long time. Although he thanked him verbally, he left it on the table beside him and never opened it.

I turned slowly, with my back to him.

"Sleepy?"

I do not want to talk.

After a while, I heard rubbing and rustling sounds from behind, and the first thought that came to my mind was that Tang Ling was going to leave if the rain stopped.Really worried, when I turned my face to see what he was doing, I happened to bump into his eyes.

Tang Ling just took off her shirt, when she saw me looking at him, she took two steps closer to the bed.

Feeling ashamed, I turned my head back abruptly.

"The air conditioner is cold, put the quilt on." Tang Ling leaned over and pulled the edge of the quilt towards me, "I'm going to take a shower."

I shrank back under the quilt, feeling mixed feelings in my heart.I think that if Tang Ling hates him, he hates him so that others can't hate him. This is a tricky thing to say, but I really suffer from it directly.

The mobile phone on the side cabinet beeped vaguely.

I thought it was my phone, so I went out to get it, but when I saw the pure black lock screen, I knew it wasn't mine.

I swear I didn't do it on purpose, who knew that Tangling's phone was unlocked with a swipe, and the lit screen stopped on the chat interface between him and me.

In modern society, very few people have such a straightforward habit of Tang Ling. There is no password on the mobile phone, and it will be opened at the touch of a finger.

Then I found out that day that Tang Ling had remarked to me on the chat software that she was a little obscene demon, and I was really flattered by that.

Sitting up, I stared at the translucent bathroom in the swimming pool in a daze.Fog rose from the light blue glass, and Tang Ling's tall figure could be vaguely seen.

It's obviously not a couple's room, but the decoration is so lustful.

I told myself I couldn't look any more and covered my face with the pillow.Because I'm already hardened, if I go on like this, I will hit Tang Ling's gun again, which means "obscene demon".

It didn't leave me too much time for ideological struggle, Tang Ling came out soon, turned off the light without blowing her hair, and fell asleep next to me.

I tried my best to close my eyes and pretended to be asleep, when suddenly I felt a tightness around my waist, and it turned out that Tang Ling softly hugged me from behind into her arms.

This made me start to wonder if the air conditioner was really too low. After all, he seldom hugged me to sleep in the past, and always said that I was hot and that I was a stove.

I didn't dare to move anymore, my body was as hard as a surfboard, and his breath was still scratching the fluff behind my ears, making my crotch as hard as a stick.At first I thought Tangling was asleep, but he slowly tightened his hands around my waist, and I stuck closer to him, and then I heard him whisper in my ear, Still angry?

What can I be mad at?

I gritted my molars, retracted into the bed, turned around and hugged his waist, cursing myself for being spineless.

Tang Ling seemed to be smiling, and I felt his chest throb twice.

"...You actually marked me like that." I complained, "You still called me little monk when we first met!"

Tang Ling didn't ask me how I knew it, she just fell on the bed and laughed: "It should be an obscene monk."

Competitiveness suddenly rose, and I thought to myself that you have said so, so I can’t cooperate with the performance, so I wanted to reach out and pull his pants.

However, Tang Ling didn't let me continue to move, she only narrowed her eyes narrowly, yawned heavily in a dramatic manner, and said that she was sleepy and wanted to sleep.

I shook his hand away bitterly, wondering how long he could pretend, but it took him 10 minutes to close his eyes, breathing evenly, as if he had really fallen asleep.

I was so wronged, my eyes gouged and scraped at him, but in the end I was afraid of disturbing his sleep, so I shrank to the side of the bed alone, and buried my head upside down in the short sleeve he took off, but my desire was not half gone. Put it out, but it was burned more and more by the smell of him above.

I groaned indistinctly, subconsciously reached into the elastic band of my shorts, and stroked my hardened penis.

But in the end I still feel itchy, like left hand touching right hand.The hyperemia of the cavernous body is due to the smell of Tang Ling, and it has nothing to do with my heat generated by friction.

I lay on the bed in a little confusion, with my face sideways to Tang Ling who was closing her eyes, my buttocks were raised high, and I tentatively touched my back.

Although it's a bit out of character, I've actually done very little stabbing myself, so this time, of course, it's completely out of order.After squeezing my fingers in bluntly, I only felt a burning pain, and nothing more.

I thought it was just that my heart couldn't leave Tang Ling now, but I didn't expect the body's dependence to be so strong.

The emptiness raised the grievance to a peak, I slowly leaned on Tang Ling, and then wept on his chest, even stuffing my fingers awkwardly in his buttocks.

I rubbed Tangling's chin with the top of my head: "...I still want my wife to fuck me, brother, brother Tangling... The front of the little obscene is swollen, and the back is very itchy."

"My wife's place is so big and thick." I don't know what I'm talking about. "Every time I come in, I feel like I've been stabbed in two from the midline of my butt."

I rubbed Tang Ling tenderly, then buried him under the blanket and gave him oral sex.

Maybe it's because I'm always crying, but now I can't hold it back. I hiccupped from crying, and I tried my best to pack the gasping sound into the mouth that contained Tang Ling's front end, and there was only a continuous muffled sound, like choking on water. .

Tang Ling fished me out of the quilt and said he thought I was going to die.

I tried to keep my mouth shut tightly, but my chest was still constricting.Seeing his frowning face, I said intermittently: "Not, all, blame you... You, bully me all the time, it's fun, isn't it? You take whatever I say, don't hear it, and don't give me anything .I never lied to you, Tang Ling, everything I said, whether on the bed or off the bed, every word is true."

Tang Ling fixedly looked at me, looked at my helpless and disorderly crying ugly state at this moment, and said in a low voice, "Yu Zhen, you really can cry."

The words are mixed with ingredients similar to sighs.

Then Tang Ling straightened up, hugged me in front of her, turned her head slightly and kissed my forehead.

What happened after that was out of my conscious memory. Tang Ling kissed many parts of my body from top to bottom, starting from the center of my eyebrows, including the tip of my nose, Adam's apple, collarbone, nipples, ribs, and waist.

Although these kisses were light and feather-like, the act itself was so sticky that it really messed up my brain.

Then Tangling lit a cigarette, pulled my penis out of the shorts, breathed out briefly, and then blew smoke on the tip.It was a more humid and hot experience than the wind, and it made me scream.

"Honey, it's almost ripe!"

After all, Tang Ling couldn't hear me shouting, so she flicked my tall fire stick vigorously, "I'm satisfied now, don't cry anymore?"

I shook my head desperately, and then I prostrated myself in front of Tang Ling like some kind of beast: "Look at the water running behind the obscene demon..."

Tang Ling was provoked by me, reached out to find a condom on the bedside table, and was taking it off, but I hurriedly hugged his arm and threw the rubber ring on the bedside.

"Don't do this."

I speculated that Tangling might find it troublesome to clean up, so I promised, "I'll figure it out myself later. I won't get pregnant."

I don't know what kind of negative scale was touched, Tangling suppressed her expression, and pushed me down on the bed with her backhand, and only stretched a few times hastily before inserting it.

My eyes were blinded by the pain, and I stretched out my sweaty hand to wrap around Tang Ling's neck, calling his name repeatedly in a low voice.

Tang Ling leaned on me and looked at me silently for a moment, and only said, "Don't be so stupid to others."

"There will be no one else..." My vision was blurred, and I said, "There will be no one else for Yu Zhen."

Even if there is no Tang Ling in the future, there will be no one else for Yu Zhen. I didn't say the first half of the sentence.Because I have never felt that I can live long, such an overdrawn emotional experience only needs to be done once.

If I had known that I would like him so much in the future, I wouldn't have been interested in him at the beginning...

Tang Ling bit my lower lip, and the smoke from her fingertips accumulated a long section of ash, then suddenly collapsed and landed on the hollow of my shoulder.A strange feeling made my whole body tense, and my trembling legs hooked around Tang Ling's waist.

Tang Ling frowned, and patted my thigh to make me relax.

I pretended to touch the wound, so I regained the initiative, propped myself up and pushed Tang Ling to the side of the bed.

His light hair spread out instantly on the black quilt, like a peacock blooming in the epiphyllum.His head dropped slightly over the edge of the bed, gravity arching his throat.

I often feel that Tangling has a fragile feeling, and I think it has something to do with these bony bones.

I couldn't use my legs, so I just grinded them back and forth.Tang Ling asked me to sit up, and I hung my body on Tang Ling's shoulders as if I had sprained my bones, humming in his ear like a rascal.

Tangling burned my ribs with the last cigarette butt, and I suddenly had a psychedelic feeling of falling into the crater of a volcano, and I stood up suddenly, clutching my ribs and screaming.

Does it hurt?It really hurts.cool?It's really cool.

Tangling smiled evilly, pushed my finger away, and poked another one next to the red mark: "Burning a smiling face, the only thing missing is the mouth."

I couldn't bear to listen to this nonsense, and my whole body trembled like an electric shock.The pleasure has always been maintained at a very high value, and my mind is not clear like a high fever, which makes me just move my lower body mechanically.

Tangling scratched my lips with her knuckles: "Drool, it's dripping down."

I was dizzy from the fever, and hurriedly rubbed the back of my hand, but my hands were covered with sweat, and I didn't know where the dampness came from.

"Because...it's so comfortable."

I lay on top of him, and the root just rubbed against his abdomen back and forth with the movement, and a lot of semen dripped out, even filling up the shallow gully between Tang Ling's abdominal muscles.

It was shiny silver, still soaking up the blurry blue light of the swimming pool.

Tang Ling fell on the bed and smiled harmlessly, but she grabbed the back of my neck very forcefully and pressed my head down.

"I just took a shower." Tang Ling spoke very gently, "Clean up your own things."

I looked at him in a daze, the hand on his chest trembled, and then I bent down and licked off the thing that came out of me little by little, but he pressed harder at this time, and I couldn't even sit still, even more so. Not to mention getting rid of the water that flowed to his stomach, but more and more ejaculation.Today my ejaculation has become very intermittent, in a single stream, it seems like a small puddle can come out with two strokes of him.

In the end Tangling really ejaculated inside me. I seldom felt this kind of "containment" seriously, so I blushed and blocked the hole with my fingers, not wanting them to come out.

Tang Ling asked me what I was doing, and I said I would provide a place for your son to swim for a while, so I was hit twice, and then I was pulled to do it again, this time wearing a condom, which was just disassembled that one.

I didn't know why I had to wear it for the second time after I had ejaculated once, but Tang Ling was stunned by my question, and explained in a daze that it was subconscious.

I thought he was so cute, and I silently said my stupid wife fifty times.

Like a dried fish, I rest on his chest.Probably my mind was soaked in the aftertaste, and I was jumping up and down when I spoke and acted. I asked casually, "If you didn't learn to draw before, what would you want to do the most?"

I asked him because I couldn't find the answer myself. I don't know what is the possibility of re-doing my life, but Tang Ling has always been clear-headed. I think maybe he can know his own. Answer.

"Practice the drums. Think about it every time I hear Ride."

"A song?"

"Old band, self-appreciation."

"Shoegazing, I know it!"

Tang Ling said that Ride went to Beijing to tour after the reorganization, but at that time he was busy with school, so he didn't pay attention.Later, when I heard the letter suddenly, I had to spend three times the ticket price on the morning of the performance to snatch it from the senior sister Guan Yi, and finally found out that the tickets for that show were not sold out.

Tang Ling seemed to think of something: "I seem to be listening on the way to Baima."

"The year I came, the ferry route hadn't been changed. It would go around the island halfway from the northwest and then enter the pier, so I could see the whole circle of Peacock Mountain before going to the island. It was spring at that time, and Chen Wumian and I sat It’s the first shift, and it’s not yet fully lit, so there’s a lot of fog, and there’s a gray-red temple on the top of the mountain, like a lying peacock waking up and opening its red eyes, it’s very interesting.”

Listening to his words, I suddenly thought of Chen Wumian's white skirt and foggy eyes.Tang Ling also has a pair of similar eyes, which are dim, but no one knows whether they see through or self-styled.

"Chen Wumian said that she never thought you would stay in Baima, she brought you here just to relax."

Tang Ling wrote lightly: "When I got off the boat, there was a sentence 'Wheelsturningaroundintoaliengrounds' in the earphones, and then I thought, well, I will live in the new place for a while."

"Too sloppy!"

After I finished speaking, I also fell silent, because I came to Baima even more recklessly: I originally wanted to go back to my little aunt when I was changing planes on the other side, but halfway I suddenly thought that I should jump into the sea in a free fall on a small island with few people, so I went to the beach. I bought a ferry ticket on the road, but who knew that the blue lotus was picked up by Lao Xu that night when I was sitting on the pier.

Did we meet just because of one word?I really wanted to experience the magic power, so I grabbed Tang Ling's cell phone and flipped through a few Ride songs.

Facts have proved that without good headphones, you should not listen to shoe staring and dream bubbles casually. I can't even hear the human voice clearly through the loudspeaker, although the psychedelic atmosphere is fully felt.

Although my language is not good, I still bite the bullet and express my opinion: "I think Baima is quite self-appreciated."

What I said was so vague that I couldn't even understand what I was trying to express.

"Bai Ma is similar." Tang Ling seemed to understand what I meant, "You are also similar."

My heart was pounding, and I was still looking forward to hearing some beautiful words. I raised my eyes and looked at Tang Ling in a panic, my face was red to the back of my ears.

Tangling smiled like a fox: "Baima is an effect device, you make noise like bowing your head."

As the noise, I yelled in his ear anxiously, and then said, "Then you hurry up and learn the drums, let's form a band! It's not for nothing that you have learned the strings from your grandpa for so many years, and you can still play the guitar if you get started. Isn’t it fast! I wrote a few sad and world-weary songs while I was in my 60s, and then disbanded on the spot in the livehouse, and then came out to reorganize in my [-]s, and come to earn money for my feelings when I’m old.”

Tang Ling scolded with a smile: "What are you bragging about?"

I was so happy that I couldn't help but think that this possibility is not impossible. Wouldn't it be good for the laid-off violinist to get a job again?

Only at this moment did I realize that I had actually started to do the "fantasy after" thing, and the time had passed to getting old.

I slowly buried myself in Tang Ling's shoulder pocket, took a few breaths, and then said in a daze, it's so strange, my wife, why did I start looking forward to tomorrow after I met you.

Tang Ling didn't speak, but hugged me tighter.

"But I'm always worried that these things will suddenly disappear tomorrow, so I'm just dreaming in vain." After the joy was burnt out, I became depressed again, "Tangling, you may never be able to Feel it with me."

Tangling looked at me quietly, and just said: "One time you were waiting for me downstairs in Erjiu, and a lot of wind gushed into the hem of your clothes. At that moment, I suddenly felt that you were like a kite, full of air. The wind should be blown away."

I stared at him for a while, then rolled out of bed without saying a word, put on the hotel's thin paper slippers and ran out.

The rain in Baima has stopped, and the puddles have soaked the soles of my shoes.

I stood downstairs on the balcony of that room, raised my head and called Tangling's name several times, and I said, Tangling, Tangling, I'm here.

Tangling slowly came out of the house, lying on the balcony and looking at me, arched like a cat.The new smoke was burning at his fingertips, and the gray smoke seemed to be the three souls and six souls that I had been tricked away by Tang Ling, constantly rising and drifting away from my reason and my body.

I looked at him, my voice was astringent, and I shouted again, Tangling, Tangling, I will always be here.

In the dark night, I couldn't see the expression on Tang Ling's face clearly, only saw his movements, he seemed to throw something down.

I was about to accuse the falling objects of being too immoral, but I also subconsciously picked them up.When it fell into my palm, I only felt that it was a heavy object, which made my hand hurt.

It was only through the blue light box at the side door of the swimming pool that I could see what it was.

It was Tang Ling's lighter.

This day Tangling gave me his lighter.

It is black steel in color, with metal vertical lines on the side, which is extremely beautiful. There is also a small line of pinyin of Tang Ling's name engraved on the inner edge of the cap.

This lighter should be quite old, you can see the traces of wear and tear, but you can also see the efforts of careful protection.

I don't know what it means to get this lighter, but I still hold it tightly like a child who has been rewarded, and I almost fell asleep and fell asleep in my arms.

But I don’t need it today, I think, when there is Tang Ling, I will sleep with a real person in my arms, and when there is no real person, I will hold a lighter.

After all, I had been tossing around most of the night, and I fell asleep very quickly. When I was half asleep, I seemed to hear Tang Ling's vague voice, he said, Chuchu, I'll go with you.