Youth Notes

Shall we take our clothes off?she says.

Ok.

We just took off our shirts.I kissed her, her lips, her neck, her breasts and her belly.She kissed me back the same way.So cautiously, so awkwardly and solemnly, we kissed lightly.Wen Ziqing's star-like bright eyes were covered with a layer of veil, the veil slightly revealing red light.She stared at me obsessively.

Take off your pants, too, okay?

No, you will get AIDS.I said.

why?

I do not know either.

Wen Ziqing stopped talking, and I buried my face under her neck.

The action is gone, the deeper action is gone.

On the night of our sophomore summer vacation, we hugged each other's half-naked bodies for the only time, and then we condensed into ice.Two poor ignorant children.

We didn't know how to embrace and kiss like this tonight.We have so many other loves, so many that I feel that my whole life has been loving since ancient times, loving tenderly.

Half a year ago, the winter vacation of my sophomore year.In those days years ago, we tried our best to stay overnight at each other's home.We hug and kiss every time we are together, no matter how much we kiss, we can never get enough of kisses, no matter how much we hug, we can never get enough of hugs.I am greedy for her breath, for her warm and smooth skin, for the plump and soft breasts in her clothes in my palm and between my fingers, I kiss them, kiss them softly, they are so beautiful, So sweet, so intoxicatingly sweet.They are the most beautiful world that I longed to embrace when I was a child, and they are the whole spring.

Every night is our sleepless night.We kissed and caressed and kissed and caressed all night and all night.I don't know what it's called, I don't know why it's so strange, from dark to dawn, why it's always not enough, still can't let go, still full of tenderness, why I want to cry so much, I want to cry so happily, why it's so painful, so tender Painful softly.I don't know if all the lovers in this world love each other like this, I don't know how they can live a long and healthy life like this, how can they live a long life after sleepless and intoxicated all night long.At those times I wanted to die, really wanted to die, happy and sweet.I wonder why extreme happiness coexists with extreme pain and extreme tenderness, why one wants to die at this time, eagerly yearns for death, and why death at this time is ecstatic and glamorous.Death is a very charming word, it freezes the moment and makes the moment eternal.I longed for those nights to be eternal, and they were.

Those nights happened in my little house.That small room with only a few square meters.There are two phoenix trees standing outside the window, and only the bare phoenix trees are left in winter.Beyond the top of the phoenix tree, in the distance is the mountain we often go to. When we were in middle school, we often went to morning exercises and walks and the not too high mountain where we listened to the spring.There are no birdsong, the wind is calling, there are no flowers, and the row of bright red bauhinia flowers on the roadside on the mountain cannot be seen. The gray and white house stands quietly between the phoenix tree and the distant mountain.The night was cold and my windows were banging.

Still the orange desk lamp, still the crooked bookshelf, still the tan tabletop, still the diary and pen.It is still a 1.2-meter wooden sofa bed, and that maroon quilt with flowers.We are in love in such a cold night, doing and feeling the most beautiful and wonderful things in our lives.

Those nights took place in her little house.Her last one was finally like a three-bedroom suite in a home, in the innermost and darkest room.Yes, the light is dim.I really like that kind of darkness, like that kind of dilapidated window, those tables and stools with the smell of sawdust, like the dust on her window sill and the rust peeling off from the window post, she has the single iron bed with bunk beds.I like it here, this little room.It's full of my favorite flavors.Here we are hugging, kissing, caressing.My Wen Ziqing, her eyes are so obsessed, so intoxicated, they are the eyes of a drunk girl.Her body is so warm, so soft, it smells so tender in my arms.Wen Ziqing, my love, thank you for giving me so much happiness and joy that surpasses the sky and the earth.

During that winter vacation, there were not many days when we could be together all night, and there were not many days when we could be together, but it was long, it was endless, and it ran through my whole life.It comes from ancient times and extends to the end of life, every minute and every second is so long and so short.

We always meet and separate in the sound of firecrackers in the New Year.We sent each other off, from my house to her house, on the street full of red firecracker paper, we wore new clothes for the New Year, held hands, talked, smiled, and loved each other.We sent each other off, I sent her from my house to her door, she sent me back to my door, and I sent her back... We walked back and forth, trying to travel the world, but we couldn't stop down.This world is wider than ever. This is our world. In this world, there are only two people, two pairs of hands, two pairs of eyes, and two hearts. They share a common and vast universe.