Peacock

In order not to be so clingy, I started to learn the guitar by myself last week. It was a Rex with a bulging panel, which was dug out by Sister Jinhua from under the bed at home.She said that when she was pregnant, she planned to practice guitar to pass the time, and she planned to teach him after the child was born.

I can only say that you should first ask him if he is willing to learn.

Jin Hua laughed and said that maybe it was because she was unwilling, so she ran away early.

I pursed my lips, leaned closer to Jinhua, and said that I will teach you when I finish learning the piano, and you will teach him later.

I originally set a deadline of half a year for myself, but I didn't expect that the actual operation would take less time than I thought.

I don’t know if it’s because I have been playing the violin for so many years. After I got the guitar, I could play the tune after touching it for a while. After a few days of tinkering with myself, I started to search for it on the Internet. Start with the basic skills tutorial.

What I have to say is that I just realized that the strings of the guitar are so much harder than the violin. During the few days when I climbed the grid, I only felt that my fingers were caught by the door.

Damn, but I have a partner.

Why haven't I ever met my partner masturbating?

I lay on the bed, thinking wildly, and subconsciously reached out to hug the side, but it was empty. Only then did I realize that Mu Gu's chanting had ended, but Tang Ling hadn't come back yet.

He said that the adjusted paint is easy to dry and cannot be separated from people, so he has been working in the back of the palace, which is almost the same mode these days.The effect is particularly remarkable. The complementary colors of all the feathers of King Ming's image of the Pavo have been completed, but I always feel that he is competing with something, racing against time, and I don't know if he wants to complete the repainting before the cultural relics bureau completely takes over.

I absolutely disapprove of Tang Ling's act of sacrificing her family to help everyone, because I suspect that I have skin hunger and thirst, and I really can't sleep without hugging someone.

In the past few days, I have learned to be considerate and tolerant, but tonight I was really sad, after tossing and turning on the bed for a long time, I got up and went to the Garan Hall to look for Tang Ling.

A lot of moonlight poured in from the long window, dividing the Garan Hall into two realms of light and darkness, and Tang Ling was sitting at the junction, with the left half of the statue of King Ming in front of him already gilded.

I stood by the door and watched for a long time but didn't see Tangling move. I went around and found that he was actually asleep.

What's a little bit cute is that he seems to have fallen asleep on the way to work, leaning against the wall with a brush for sweeping gold in his hand.

The golden body of King Ming's statue was only half pasted, and the other half was mottled, which looked a little weird.

Playful, I picked up a thin brush on the ground, followed Tang Ling's example, and gently swept away the mottled and overlapping gold foil on King Ming's arm, so many gold flakes fell down and scattered lightly on Tang Ling. On the side of Ling's face, the moonlight shone golden.

I was a little helpless, I wanted to wipe it away but I was afraid of waking him up, so I just lay on his lap blankly.

Looking up, I suddenly realized that I was looking at Guanyin in the main hall in this way, and I was looking at Tangling in the same way.

Looking down from his pretty face, I glimpsed obscenely at his bulging crotch and bulging trouser pocket, didn't I have the guts to touch the side, so I reached for Tangling's trouser pocket, which contained a Only cigarette case.

Another day, I will also tell Hai Zhan why the Guanyin you Baima invited wants to smoke, it's so fucking ungodly.

I used his lighter to light his cigarette. I hate smoke, so I just held it in my mouth. I used all my strength to bite down the filter unconsciously, and the bitter taste came up, which made me shrug my mouth.

Now the lighter in his pocket has changed back to the most common kind, with a plastic brittle shell that is so cheap and light.He is really a strange person, until now I don't know why he gave me the previous lighter, and I don't smoke.

I don't think I have any special skills other than playing the violin. If I have to say it, jealousy can barely be counted as one of them.Now I can't hold back my jealousy just by staring at the Buddha statue. When the tyrannical factor rises, I really want to smash it completely.

I took off the cigarette between my lips, and stretched it out on the stack of surveying drawings in a wandering manner, just burn it clean, and Tang Ling will stay with me more if it burns clean.

My wrist suddenly tightened, and my movement was suddenly cut off.

I turned my head abruptly, and met Shang Tangling's half-closed eyes.Tang Ling clasped my wrist, scratched my hair in a daze, then leaned close to me, looked at the cigarette case beside me, and then looked at me softly with downcast eyelashes, like a kind of silent hint.

Inexplicably, I started to feel weak all over. Instead of lighting him a new one, I put half of the cigarette in my hand into his lips.

Tang Ling was startled, but also submissively held her mouth.

"Artist Tang." I hooked his neck and asked in a dragging voice, "Can you take some time out of your busy schedule to sleep with me?"

He moved the cigarette to his fingertips, and after not speaking for a long time, Tang Ling's voice was a little hoarse: "Verb or noun?"

"Anything is fine," I said, "but it's better to start with a better name. I recommend you to come together."

So I started to sell melons for Wang Po, and unbuttoned my large pajamas, then grabbed the edge of the clothes and hugged Tang Ling tightly to her naked arms from both sides: "I changed your mint shower gel, isn't it the same as yours?" You smell a lot like that!"

"A smell of grapefruit."

"In the afternoon, I opened a few grapefruits for Sister Jinhua." I wrinkled my nose and said, "The smell hasn't been washed away yet."

Tangling didn't reject my absurd behavior much, she just pressed her forehead against my chest and continued to smoke.

"Every time I see you smoking a cigarette, I think," I said, "It would be my dick instead."

After saying that, there was a sharp pain in my waist, and Tang Ling pinched it.

The touch of his cold hand made me hide back and forth, maybe it was too close, or maybe it was colder than I imagined in the mountains in autumn. The two lumps on my chest had already stood up tremblingly, and the left side was also because of this. The movement rubbed the bridge of Tang Ling's straight nose.

It's good not to be knocked down, but once something happens, it becomes difficult to end.I twisted a little impatiently, and instead of moving away, I tried harder to get up.

Tang Ling raised her eyes and glanced at me jokingly: "What are you doing?"

I said milk rose.

In order to make it more convincing, I added intermittently: "This pajamas are new, super hard, and will be worn out, so painful."

Tang Ling seemed to have seriously deduced the reliability and validity of my words, carefully looked at my barren chest plate, and then clamped my left breast with a plastic clip that was conveniently sealed.

I exclaimed "It hurts", and the small fluorescent green clip was biting the piece of soft meat precariously.Almost an instinctive reaction, I shook my body a lot, but instead of being thrown out, the clip was held for a week and pulled down.

As the nipples became more and more red and purple, the pain gradually disappeared, and finally it became a cold feeling like amputation. I was a little scared, and I stuck to Tangling and said that it might break if I didn't take it off.

For some reason, Tangling asked me, "Does it still hurt?"

I shook my head naturally and honestly, but the point should not be this.

Tangling adjusted the arc of the mud knife, and pressed the metal point against the red and swollen front of my chest: "How about wearing a ring?"

I felt all the blood in my body rushing to my face: "No, it's not that good."

Tang Ling looked at me with her head tilted, her face was expressionless, but her eyes blinked, and I could tell she was very pitiful.

I really think he is too much, so much that I am going to describe his demeanor at this time as a bitch.But as expected, I raised the white flag in less than two seconds: "Then I promised, can you kiss me?"

Tangling licked my lower lip and kissed me firmly.

"I didn't say kiss." I made a surprised look, and then deliberately looked at my chest.

Tang Ling actually did as well, her lips touched my right breast softly.

The enemy retreated one foot and I advanced one foot, so I beat Tang Ling like a person whose ass was pushed by a hooligan on a tram: "Why are you doing this!"

As soon as I stood up straight in front of him, the clothes on my body fell straight to my elbows. I helped him up in a hurry, and then took the time to pull down the elastic band of the pajamas, revealing the boxers inside: "Can you wait for someone to finish talking? ? I said here!"

Tang Ling may have known that I would make such a move, and directly dragged me into his lap.Of course, what awaits me is not being pushed on the butt on the tram, but being spanked.

Due to the absolute suppression of strength, my head could only hang upside down by his legs.I think this is the rationale for the so-called angry crowning, and the upside-down crowning cannot be ignored.I bit his shin viciously: "Tang Ling, is your dick insured or locked in chastity locks!"

Tang Ling said with a little smile in her voice, "Yu Zhen, do you want face?"

"Is there such a thing in the world?"

I thought he said that because the hall was wide open and rounded up, so it would be considered wild, so I comforted: "Everyone has gone back to the room to sleep, only you have been at work until now, don't worry, no one is watching."

Tangling pulled me up and led me to the statue of King Ming at hand, and then let me turn to the Rubbing Tibetan Mandala hanging on the right wall.I did a simple multiplication, and there were actually 480 Buddhas drawn on it.

"If you don't believe it, there is nothing." I said forcefully, "If you put two Iron Man figures in the room, will Tony Stark let me change my heart?"

"he died."

The moment the defense was broken, I covered my face and said, "Stop talking."

Tang Ling rolled her eyes, patted her thigh and asked me to sit up again.

As soon as I sat down with my legs crossed, I saw him dig out a version of Band-Aids from the sundries beside him.

At first, I thought he was pasting it for me, because the statue had too many barbs and flying debris. During this time, Tang Ling's hands had already been scratched a lot, and in order to continue to soak in water freely, he used the There are band-aids all over his fingers, and every time I see his hands, I think he changed careers and learned guzheng.

But after he tore off the wound sticker, I realized that the direction of his movements did not match my ideal trajectory.

Tang Ling lowered her head and leaned towards my chest, took off the plastic clip, spread her two fingers to completely flatten my chest, even the areola was stretched open by him, and then I felt a chill on my nipple: he actually used the wound The stickers flattened my nipples.

Just as I was about to speak, I suddenly heard Jin Hua's voice of "dinner is ready" coming from the bronze bell, and I was so dazed that I asked Tang Ling what time it was.

Compared to my fuss, Tang Ling was not surprised at all.He grabbed my butt and stood up and hugged me back to the ground, and asked an irrelevant question: "Now it won't grind anymore."

"Get dressed and go."

I couldn't keep up with his brain circuit and stared at him in confusion.

Reluctantly, Tang Ling leaned over and hooked my shoulder, pointing to the direction of the backyard: "Ye, Xiao."

After I went up the mountain, this word was so unfamiliar to me that it was the same as when I just returned to China. Occasionally, I had to stop and think for a while before I could react when I heard a passage.

I jumped up all at once, and all the melancholy about not being able to go to Tangling was blown away by the mountain wind in an instant.

I thought that when I went to the backyard, I could see a table of sumptuous delicacies after Jinhua's conscience found out, but I didn't expect that the first thing that would come into my eyes would be thick gray smoke.

If Hai Zhan hadn't stumbled out of the smoke, I would have almost defined it as a wildfire and dragged Tang Ling straight away.

Hai Zhan's face was so much like O'Neill's when it was smothered in black smoke. Although it was out of place, I still burst out laughing.

As if he had been scalded, he hurriedly threw the bag in his hand into the open space, and we saw that it was filled with red-hot coals. According to him, it seemed as if wine and oil had been overturned in a charcoal brazier up.

Jinhua's sharp voice came from behind the smoke: "Master, you are too careless!"

Hai Zhan shook his head and muttered, "It's good, it's good." Then he lifted up the hem of his gray shirt and wiped his face carelessly, and then he met our eyes: "It's nothing serious, just sit down."

As soon as Tangling and I sat down, we saw Chunjue rushing unsteadily from the side room to the backyard, carrying two half-full buckets of water on his thin shoulders, with the phrase "Where is the fire?" on fire".

Jin Hua laughed straight, and walked over with an iron plate, on which there were plump meat skewers, which were roasted with oil, and the aroma was overflowing.

Hai Zhan's eyes stopped there for a few seconds irresistibly, and then he moved away without a trace after recovering. With the idea of ​​preaching and dispelling doubts, he patted Chunjue's shoulder and replied: Heart.

Chunjue obviously couldn't understand the current situation: "Teacher, is this...?"

Hai Zhan first shook his head mysteriously, then grabbed a handful of meat skewers and raised them above his head, his tone was calm but the content was explosive: "This is a party, Chunjue, do you understand? If you understand, sit down and eat together."

It was not Chunjue, who was inexperienced, who screamed out in surprise, but me. I slapped Hai Zhan on the stomach: "Hand over the meat and spare you! Go back to the house and knock on your wooden fish, the meat is all from us." Ladies eat, what's your business?"

Hai Zhan only said that the wine and meat passed through the Buddha's heart to stay.

As if forming a clique, he personally handed a bunch to Chun Jue, who was extremely embarrassed.

When I ate Jinhua's roasted pork belly, I almost shed tears. Jinhua asked me if it was delicious, and I nodded my head like a goat.

I suddenly thought: "Why is there such a thing? Is today a special day?"

Hai Zhan looked at me in surprise, his eyes were full of "how could you not know", so I remembered that I threatened him to drink and eat meat a few days ago.

As for the date, Hai Zhan explained: "It's the day when Xingming Xingdu was invited to exchange with the other side."

Let me tell you, is there any need to hide it? Who here doesn't know that you, Hai Zhan, are a flamboyant and fake monk.

Jin Hua made a silent gesture while roasting the little potatoes I watered before: "They really don't know, let him leave a pair of underwear."

I grimaced at Hai Zhan unhappily, but today he was sexual and planned to hit me back with tongue-in-cheek arrows. When I saw this, I immediately fell into Tangling's arms, so as to build an absolute defense fortress of "neither look nor listen".

Unexpectedly, Tang Ling dodged away gently, leaned against the tree with her elbows folded, and pointed to her mouth: "The oil will get on the clothes."

Hai Zhan was still smiling gloatingly at the side, which made me want to use the bamboo stick in my hand to stab him through the throat with a sword.

Seeing that Tang Ling was idle, Jin Hua said, "Brother Tang, where is the water you got frozen in the afternoon? You can bring it here now."

Then I watched Tangling bring back a bamboo basket from the stream behind the courtyard, which contained several boxes of Dashijie olive juice.

When he handed it to me, I thought about Jin Hua's words carefully, and finally realized: "Tangling, you already knew?!"

Tang Ling blinked.

"Why don't you tell me?"

"You are practicing the piano."

I held up the meat skewers and slapped my thighs in embarrassment. It turned out that this trip had already been planned, no wonder Tang Ling swore to die just now.I thought I could show off my skills at Sheye Temple tonight while everyone was asleep. I thought that if I was really the overlord just now, Haizhan and the others would have had a hard time erotic.

I don't know if Hai Zhan drank the olive juice into Guojiao 1573. Later, his focus no longer falls on "eating", but instead highlights the word "speaking".He originally wanted to explain to Chunjue that under the same rules, different ideologies can actually exist, perhaps to justify his middle-aged identity as a rebellious Buddhist and Taoist. But after talking about it, it became a personal autobiography of "how did he embark on this road of no return".

Who would believe it? People are serious college students who still study geophysics.

Tang Ling probably thought it was funny, and listened very carefully, and then whispered to me like a middle school classmate that he had seen a picture of Hai Zhan before in the room, and he still had long hair.

As a result, Jin Hua heard the words, and she excitedly said that she had seen it too, so she dug out a photo from her mobile phone for us.

The photo has been faded for a long time, and Hai Zhan on it is squatting on the tree like a hooligan, wearing sunglasses, wearing a T-shirt with thecure printed on it, and the permed hair is long and messy, as if piled on top of it. haystack.

My impression is that if I meet this kind of person on the road, I will take a detour.

Tang Ling's impression was that the reason why the mage solved the three thousand threads of trouble might be because he couldn't comb it.

Chun Jue, who was at the side, was about to be told that he was going out of spirits, so I had no choice but to lend a helping hand and tell Hai Zhan to shut up.

In the end, Hai Zhan and his brothers hugged me nicely, and they stopped calling me a benefactor: "Small, you don't understand how rare it is for a repressed adult to vent their emotions, at least tonight, in This clear night..."

I quickly interrupted: "Then, how about singing? Singing can vent your emotions better. Come on, my sun, hurry up."

Just don't nag.

Hai Zhan probably thought my proposal was good, and was about to slap my face when he raised his hand, but Tang Ling pulled me out of his arms calmly.

Under the particularly bright moonlight of Baima, Hai Zhan sang Zhang Chu's sister, which was really ugly, and he yelled "Sister, I want to go home" so dryly.

It may be because of his expression, I thought it was funny from the beginning, but later I became a little bit mixed, but the thought was completely killed as soon as it popped up.

The reason is that Hai Zhan pulled Chunjue up like a radish, and forced the red-faced little monk to sing with him.Chunjue was so shy that he clutched his clothes for a long time and couldn't hold back a sound. After some encouragement from us, he finally yelled "Sister take me home".Because of the sudden roar, Chunjue's voice slammed into the sky, almost putting us on the blissful express train. I even felt that he was obviously inferior to Hai Zhan's apprentice, and he was obviously better than blue.

Tang Ling said to me that the physical transcendence is nothing more than that.

Hai Zhan hooked Chun Jue and laughed loudly: "You can teach a child!"

We ate and roasted slowly for a while, and even had the honor to hear Jinhua bring a skewer of Liang Jingru's golden songs. Later, they coaxed me to play a song, and I ran away without saying a word, but was caught. That lunatic Hai Zhan chased me all over the yard, causing my ear to hit a tree by accident. In the end, Tang Ling hugged me into her arms and said, "Don't tease him." Completely over.

I lay down on his shoulder and panted heavily, and was choked by the air and coughed dryly. After I calmed down, I noticed that Tang Ling's shoulder was still covered with a grease mark.

I looked up at him and said my ears hurt.

Tang Ling lowered her eyes and swept away the broken hair around my ears, and then really just like in my childhood dream, she gently blew upwards.

Jin Hua screamed and asked Hai Zhan to come back and clean up the table. Chunjue smoothed things over in a daze. The background sound was clearly filled with these noisy and trifling matters, but I shed tears nervously and quietly soaked in Tang's eyes. Ling couldn't find the corner of his clothes.

In fact, I just thought at that time, why can some things I have not even obtained from my blood relatives, but can be gifted by these strangers?

Thinking that sooner or later the paper would not be able to contain the fire, I immediately jumped out of Tangling's arms and took the opportunity to sweep the floor with Chunjue.

As a result, I accidentally broke a bowl when I was distracted. When Jin Hua heard the sound, she turned around and asked who made it. I pointed at Chun Jue without thinking.Looking at Jinhua approaching, Chunjue couldn't explain it. Later, I said that I was the one who dropped the joke, but Jinhua didn't believe it anymore. She even told me that I am younger than you and don't be false. I am very sorry for this result. , but he could only helplessly shake his head at Chunjue.

Tang Ling was leaning on the stone bench, staring at the farce with some disorientation, and then I heard Tang Ling ask Hai Zhan why he studied Buddhism.

Hai Zhan only said that it was to find bliss in advance.

Tang Ling asked again if he found it.

Hai Zhan's eyes were rare and clear, he smiled freely, and said to Tang Ling, hell is hell, but there is no bliss in bliss, people experience happiness because of desire, and desire is endless.