Newark Airport, at exactly ten o'clock, thirty minutes before the flight from New York to New Orleans, Zhao Xiangnong panted and stood in front of Song Yuze, who was wearing a backpack and a black hat.

Facing Song Yuze, Zhao Xiangnong opened her mouth several times but said anything, firstly, the long-distance run at the airport just now made her almost out of breath, and secondly, at this moment, she felt that the problem of running from Kennedy Airport to Newark Airport was more like an excuse, a lame excuse.

Actually, she knew the answer to that question.

The airport radio broadcasts the departure times of the flights, including flights to New Orleans.

"Song Yuze, I'm ......" Zhao Xiangnong said.

Song Yuze touched her hair, his gaze fell along her face to her feet, and he took off his backpack and squatted down in front of her.

In Zhao Xiangnong's doubts, Song Yuze opened his backpack and took out a pair of shoes from the bag, which were a pair of white-washed men's sneakers, pinched her ankles and took down the eight-inch high stiletto heels worn on her feet.

"Zhao Xiangnong, the bubbles on your feet are just right, and if you wear such shoes again, it will cause a second injury, and when the time comes, it will be troublesome." Song Yuze said while changing her shoes.

Zhao Xiangnong hung her head and looked at Song Yuze, she didn't know why she only heard Song Yuze's voice in the noisy airport, and she didn't know why Song Yuze's voice was like the "squeak" she loved at that moment, which made her involuntarily wrinkle when she heard it.

A few minutes later, the washed men's sneakers replaced her high heels, as if Song Yuze was still not very satisfied, he looked at her, and his brows furrowed slightly.

After a while, Song Yuze took out large black-framed glasses from his backpack again, he put the black-framed glasses on her face, and his hand came to her earlobe along her cheek, subconsciously Zhao Xiangnong told him that he should avoid this kind of intimate contact, she came here to ask Song Yuze a question, but she just stood motionless like that, fortunately, Song Yuze just helped her take off the earrings, and indeed brand-name earrings and white-washed sneakers don't match, just ......

Zhao Xiangnong lowered her eyes and didn't dare to look at Song Yuze, just now when his fingertips touched her earlobe, she clearly heard the "squeak" again.

"It's so much better, Four-Eyed Sister." Song Yuze's voice revealed satisfaction and pleasure.

I don't know why the title of "Four-Eyed Sister Anong" made Zhao Xiangnong feel a little happy in her heart, as if the burden on her shoulders had become lighter, and she couldn't help but hook the corners of her mouth.

"What are you doing there?" Song Yuze pulled her who had been standing in a daze.

"What?" Zhao Xiangnon looked up.

Song Yuze pointed to the scrolling electronic screen to remind her that her flight to New Orleans was about to start.

Unnaturally pushed the glasses that were on the bridge of his nose, and Zhao Xiangnong held the shelf: "Song Yuze, who said that I was going to New Orleans with you, I just came to ask you a question, what is the place to test whether you are unlucky or lucky?" I thought about it for a long time and couldn't come up with an answer. ”

Song Yuze stopped, looked back at her, and Zhao Xiangnong, who had been following Song Yuze, also stopped and glared at him.

Song Yuze laughed, it was the kind of smile that showed eight teeth, so beautiful that Zhao Xiangnong was stunned.

"It's a casino, there are three major industries in New Orleans, fast food, jazz, and specialty casinos, Zhao Shannon, have you ever been to a casino?" He asked her in a mocking tone.

"Of course!" Zhao Shannon was very unhappy: "I go to Las Vegas with my friends every year to gamble. ”

"Have you ever seen a gambling game in Las Vegas where you use clothes as a bargaining chip?"

That's not it, Zhao Xiangnon shook his head, but ...... Where Song Yuze's eyes went, Zhao Xiangnong hurriedly covered his clothes and stammered: "Song Yuze, I don't take off my clothes." ”

Song Yuze's smile increased, and his voice revealed a kind of contempt: "Zhao Xiangnong, the men in the casino will not be interested in girls like you, you are like a green fruit that has not yet developed in the eyes of those men, and there will be no sweetness in your mouth when you taste it, and maybe there will be a risk of breaking your teeth." ”

After finishing speaking, Song Yuze pulled her hand and pulled her forward, Zhao Xiangnong followed behind Song Yuze like this, and after a short period of time, Zhao Xiangnong was silently mourning for what he had just done.

What, I don't take off my clothes!

Hell, she always felt that her IQ in front of Song Yuze was zero.

At an altitude of 10,000 meters, Zhao Xiangnong was still struggling with his stupid behavior just now.

"Zhao Xiangnon, if you come, you will be safe." Song Yuze said in her ear.

After finishing speaking, he forcibly let her head rest on his shoulder, and rested her head on Song Yuze's shoulder Zhao Xiangnong looked at the environment they were in: economy class, or the kind of seat that can be beaten to four and a half fold, her friends who love to travel looked like ghosts when they talked about economy class.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked your opinion to give up my seat." Song Yuze whispered that not long ago, Song Yuze exchanged the eight-and-five-fold seat for the four-point-and-five-fold seat of the old lady and grandfather who traveled to New Orleans.

"Song Yuze, I think you must be an angel in the hearts of the old man and the old lady." Zhao Xiangnon said.

Song Yuze didn't speak, and Song Yuze was silent for a long time afterward.

At Chicago Airport, Kashiwahara Xiu did not wait for Zhao Xiangnon, instead of Zhao Xiangnon, it was a German woman who appeared at the press conference, and the German woman told Zhao Xiangnon that she needed to stay in New York to deal with some follow-up matters, this sentence made Kashiwahara Xiu grab the collar of the German woman on the spot regardless of her manners, and said: "Who doesn't stay in New York, why is it Zhao Xiangnong, don't you know that she is about to marry me?" Don't you know she still has a lot to do? Like trying on a wedding dress, like ......"

In those, for example, Kashiwahara Embroidery let go of the German woman, and the indescribable uneasiness led his nerves to the verge of eruption.

Zhao Xiangnong's mobile phone was turned off, and after that, Bai Yuanxiu called Zhao Xiangnong's boss's mobile phone, Song Liansu said sorry in a very apologetic tone, and told him that Zhao Xiangnong stayed in New York to obey her arrangement.

"It's only a few days, Mr. Bai, and I promise I won't lose your bride." Song Liansu said to him over the phone.

Hanging up the phone, Kashiwahara embroidery found that the palm of his hand holding the mobile phone was wet, just a few days, Kashiwahara embroidery firmly remembered such a sentence.

Zhao Xiangnon is different from her friends, she rarely loses her temper, but that doesn't mean she won't lose her temper, standing in the car that doesn't even have a seat and only one carriage, and there are even a few boxes of chickens on the carriage, finally, Zhao Xiangnong couldn't help but lose her temper, she raised her voice and yelled at Song Yuze: Song Yuze-

This is really an unlucky and tragic day, first of all, a small white mouse appeared in the cabin at four and a half fold, and the mouse also got into her blanket and fell asleep, and finally arrived at the destination, they were buses and subways and so on in a messy circle, because Song Yuze's mother lived in a typical western American countryside, and finally, there was only one last part of the road, Song Yuze repeatedly assured Zhao Xiangnon: his friend was on the way to pick them up, And it's the kind of car that is so comfortable to sit that it can make people doze off.

Well, they stood stupidly by the road sign and waited for nearly an hour, and only waited for the car to pick them up when it was getting dark.

A stupid-looking Indian got out of the car, and the Indians told their friend that they couldn't come to pick them up because of something temporary, and he was carrying chickens to the farm and accepted the commission of Song Yuze's friend by the way.

Song Yuze, who knew that he was guilty, pulled his hat and explained: The road is newly built, and the road surface is in good condition.

Zhao Xiangnong stared at Song Yuze fiercely.

Yes, the road surface is in good condition, but! The chicks in the carriage who had been noisy and the smell of feces coming from the chicks made Zhao Xiangnong want to scratch Song Yuze's beautiful face all the time.

What's worse is that Song Yuze is playing with his lip service, and a short piece of cold jokes sounds very interesting, but Zhao Xiangnong is not in the mood to listen to any cold jokes now.

"Shut up!" This is the first time Zhao Xiangnon has spoken since getting into the car.

Song Yuze obediently closed his mouth, there was a small light bulb in the carriage, and the light of the light bulb fell under Song Yuze's eyes, cluster after cluster, black and white eyes made Zhao Xiangnong can't help but think of the elk in the forest.

"Zhao, when I first saw Song, I thought if there would be love in his eyes when this man slept with me. The thought of wanting such a thing to save zài makes me crazy for him. "Clara once told Sù Zhao Shannon.

Clara's words to Zhao Xiangnon were more than a week after Zhao Xiangnong and Song Yuze went to bed, and Zhao Xiangnong's hands softened after hearing this, and the phone immediately fell to the ground.

Looking at Song Yuze's eyes, Zhao Xiangnon wondered if there would be something similar to what Clara said in his eyes when he asked for her, and in the next thought, Zhao Xiangnong quickly took his eyes off Song Yuze's face.

Zhao Xiangnon warned herself again and again in her heart: she was just a young girl with a little fear of marriage before entering the marriage hall, she needed a small journey as an adjustment, and the person sitting opposite was just a traveling companion in this small journey, and that's it.

After the psychological construction over and over again, Zhao Xiangnong regained some confidence, and the smell of feces on the chick made her stare at Song Yuze fiercely.

After staring at Song Yuze, Zhao Xiangnon looked through the top of his head at the night sky shrouded by the early twilight, the night sky of New Orleans, this city located at the end of the west bank of the Mississippi River has a bright starry sky, which makes people have the power to calm down the whole heart, Zhao Xiangnon looked at it in a daze, the car passed through the tunnel, the bright starry sky was gone, Zhao Xiangnon melancholy moved her eyes down from the tunnel wall that revealed a little light, and then, she saw Song Yuze, Song Yuze was looking at her.

Zhao Xiangnon frowned, Song Yuze lowered his eyes, his hand rested on his bent knee, his fingers were slender and white, and after a while, the fingers on both sides were combined, and he said to himself: "Have you heard of Hurricane Katrina?" ”

Hurricane Katrina Zhao Shannon quickly thought of New Orleans, which had a house left to him by Song Yuze's mother.

"Hmm!" Zhao Xiangnong responded.

"My mother died in Hurricane Katrina, when I was 16 years old, and her body was held in the stadium for four days because it was unclaimed, and then someone found me."

After saying this, Song Yuze stopped talking, but the fingers of the hand resting on his knees were twisted more tightly, and the raised hand bones showed the torment that the owner of the hand was suffering at this moment.

"Song Yuze......" Zhao Xiangnong subconsciously spoke.

Song Yuze raised his head and stared at her.

"I met her in the stadium, it was the first time I saw her, I didn't know there was such a person in the world, and I didn't even have a chance to call her mommy."

Facing Song Yuze's gaze, Zhao Xiangnong didn't know what to say, she only knew that this was the first time she had read loneliness in his bright and pure eyes since she met Song Yuze.

The loneliness was like the "bang" when her body fell heavily on her ice rink at that time, it hurt, a pain that hurts more than her body.

The tunnel is long and narrow, and the lights on both sides of the tunnel have a slight light, and those lights fall on Song Yuze's face, and his long eyelashes are the same as her eyes, full of loneliness.

With that, she leaned forward and kissed him.

Once, he said something like this: How can I please her, so that I can take her lips in my mouth.

Spark of the Prairie (02)

When Zhao Xiangnon took the initiative to use her lips to stick to Song Yuze's lips, they were both stunned for a moment, in her imagination, this should be a kiss that is sexual and comforting, it is like a dragonfly dotting water, but she just didn't remove her lips, Zhao Xiangnong didn't know what Song Yuze's stupidity belonged to, perhaps, suddenly frightened?

Half-lowering her eyes, the tip of her tongue lightly touched his lips, and then the hand resting on his knee was released, one hand came to her waist, and the other hand came to the back of her head, and with a slight force, her half-crouched tiptoe suddenly fell unsteadily into his arms.

In the next second, half of his body came to his side, and in the blink of an eye, her back was pressed against the edge of the carriage, and his body gently pressed against hers, and the hand holding the back of her head turned into a support for her chin, so that her lips and her face were in a welcoming posture, and then his lips pressed against hers, and after a gentle probing, it was fierce and fierce.

The claustrophobic tunnel fueled some of the flirtatious fermentations, and she began to respond to him, such as when he caught her with the tip of his tongue, she gently responded and ran away, and after a few times, the hand holding her chin moved to the back of her head so that her head arched upward, and then ......

In this way, the tip of his tongue can penetrate deep into her mouth and savagely roll the tip of her tongue, and it is not enough to roll the tip of the tongue with his lip flap to hold the end of the tip of her tongue, so gently suck, suck, the air flow belonging to the soles of Zhao Xiangnong's feet is generally flowing in her body between his sucking, making her body numb and paralyzed.

After that, slowly, slowly, he closed his eyes.

The car passed through the dark tunnel, and the stars returned to her and his head, and she sat side by side with him in the carriage, the same bent knees, the same hands resting on their knees, just as silent.

Zhao Xiangnong's feet trembled a little, that was guided by the weakness of the heart, just now, she let Song Yuze touch her chest, even if it was through the clothes, but it was real, his palm rubbed slightly through the corset, and the whole ball fell into his palm with a slight force.

If it weren't for the wind pouring in at the end of the tunnel, she would have forgotten to struggle, this is a bad thing, Zhao Xiangnong knew that after more than ten days, she would marry Bai Yuanxiu, and Song Yuze would marry another woman one day.

The night breeze blew through her ears and blew the hair that fell on her shoulders, Song Yuze's hand stopped her shoulder very abruptly, she turned her head sideways to look at him, Song Yuze's eyes were still staring ahead, and his mouth was saying, "Your hair will itch when it touches my face." ”

Before Zhao Xiangnong could understand Song Yuze's headless words, her head was forcibly pressed on his shoulder.

"It won't itch that way." Song Yuze said in a slightly unnatural tone.

Her head rested on Song Yuze's shoulder, and there was no reason for Zhao Xiangnong to laugh, because she was in a daze and remembered the characteristics similar to those presented by "fresh meat", and at some point, the boys in white shirts who always had the smell of sunshine always showed some shy and wooden characteristics when facing enthusiastic girls.

Well, Zhao Xiangnong felt that he was a little enthusiastic just now.

Qu Juan's knees were straightened, and Zhao Xiangnong's head rested quietly on Song Yuze's shoulder, closing his eyes.

The small paws of the chick who had been locked in the frame stretched out of the gap in the frame, and she was about to scratch her feet, and subconsciously Zhao Xiangnong's hand grabbed Song Yuze's clothes tightly.

"They're just hungry." Song Yuze crossed her body and put the chick's little paw back.

"Are they going to be brought back and raised?" Zhao Xiangnong looked at those chicks, all of them were chicks a little bigger than a fist.

"It's not." Song Yuze shook his head, and he told her that these little guys would be taken back to the farm for a few days and then sent to a fast food restaurant, and that 0.25 kilograms of golden roast chicken was the most popular food for children.

At nine o'clock, the Indian Lezizi took the money he bought for chickens and left, Zhao Xiangnong carried Song Yuze's big backpack, and Song Yuze dragged a few boxes of chickens to stand on the large plain.

In front of them was a house surrounded by a large field of starlight.

At half past nine, Zhao Xiangnong sat on the chair, with a few boxes of chicks at her feet, she stared at Song Yuze fiercely again, Song Yuze once again pulled the hat he wore on his head, and pulled the hat a little lower and lower a little under his vicious gaze.

No beer, no rice and soybeans, and she and the chicks were hungry.

At ten o'clock, Zhao Xiangnon sneakily followed behind Song Yuze, they had just gone to steal the neighbor's potatoes and bread, and they succeeded.

At half past ten, the chickens were eating bread crumbs, Zhao Xiangnon and Song Yuze were desperately looking at the smoking pot, to Zhao Xiangnong's surprise, Song Yuze also stole the canned sardines, after seeing the canned sardines clearly, Zhao Xiangnong smiled and rested his head on Song Yuze's shoulder, the thief who stole red wine and the thief who stole canned sardines are not the same grade, her laughter made Song Yuze angry.

"Zhao Xiangnon, it's not because of you."

Yes, it should all be because of her, because she came in a hurry, Zhao Xiangnong didn't bring money, and Song Yuze was going to buy beer, and the money for rice and soybeans was all bought chickens under Zhao Xiangnong's coercion and temptation.

At eleven o'clock, the potatoes and canned sardines finally fed Zhao Xiangnong, and she collapsed on the sofa and dozed off, she was too tired today, Song Yuze threw clothes and towels on her face: Zhao Xiangnong went to take a bath.

At half past eleven, Zhao Xiangnong followed Song Yuze's clothes into the room after taking a shower, there was a bed and a sofa in the room, and Zhao Xiangnong lay on the bed according to what Song Yuze said.

The unfamiliar environment, and the sound of the wind beating on the window outside the window, Zhao Xiangnong's hand slipped out of the sheet, and quietly grabbed the hem of Song Yuze's clothes, who wanted to leave the room.

He looked back at her: "Scared? ”

Zhao Xiangnong nodded.

He pulled her hand down and put her hand back in the sheet.

"I'll be back after taking a shower." He said to her.

At twelve o'clock, the door of the room was opened, Zhao Xiangnon, who had been staring at the door, quickly closed his eyes, and tiptoed footsteps towards her, after a short pause, he made the quilt for her, and secretly Zhao Xiangnong's eyes opened a slit, she saw Song Yuze bend down and put her shoes in one east and one west, turn off the headlights, and then tiptoe to the sofa.

Slightly hooking the corners of his mouth, Zhao Xiangnong wanted to laugh when he saw Song Yuze, who had long hands and long feet, nestled on the sofa of almost six inches, presumably this night was enough for him.

I closed my eyes again, and twelve o'clock came, that is, the day had passed and a new day had come.

The extremely gentle voice was gently scratching her eardrums, Zhao Xiangnon listened to it, those voices were very close to her for a while, far away from her for a while, sleepy and hidden with those voices, after a while, Zhao Xiangnong heard those voices, it was Song Yuze's voice talking to someone gently, and after a while, Zhao Xiangnong heard it, who Song Yuze was talking to, those words were very interesting.

Getting up, without bothering to freshen up, Zhao Xiangnong pushed open the window, and sure enough, Song Yuze was talking to those chicks, he was squatting on the ground in a gray blouse while feeding those chicks breadcrumbs while talking to them, such as warning them not to disturb other people's sleep.

Does this "other" refer to her?

Zhao Xiangnong sat on the boxy windowsill, leaned his back against the window frame, bent his knees and toes on the other side of the window frame, and looked down at Song Yuze under the windowsill.

The morning in the countryside is very quiet, with a thin morning light floating in the air, a lot of vigorous green plants on the flower sills under the windowsills, chickens with yellow hair under the windowsills, and ......

And Song Yuze, the boy who always looked like he was from the Garden of Eden.

The morning breeze was stroking the end of her hair hanging on her chest, which was as tickling as Song Yuze's voice, and at this moment, Zhao Xiangnong felt that something was fermenting and stretching in her heart.

Zhao Xiangnong grabbed something from the table in front of the windowsill and threw it at Song Yuze, the windowsill was only three feet away from the ground, and the thing she threw out of her hand could easily hit Song Yuze's head, it was a fist-sized plush doll.

The plush doll slipped off Song Yuze's head, and Song Yuze raised his head.

In the early spring morning of Song Yuze's twenty-four years old, in the one hundred and fifty square meters house left to him by his mother, the scene of Zhao Xiangnong sitting on the windowsill is a portrait that will never fade in his mind.

The windows were emerald green, the large white shirt she wore was shiny and shiny, the hair that fell down her chest was jet black, her cheeks were red when she had just woken up, and her lips were tender and tender, as if they were ......

It is as if you take two lip flaps in your mouth and gently suck them out, which belongs to the spring water in the forest under the autumn day.

She was smiling, the corners of her eyes were bent down, and the little fat on her cheeks that had not had time to be taken off made her look at a child who was ignorant of the world, Song Yuze looked at that face blankly.

Then, the second stuffed doll was thrown at him and hit him on the head again, and that blow also had the effect of waking up like a dream, Song Yuze quickly lowered his head and continued to take care of the chicks.

Many people hide the dirty, ugly things deep under the skin, and under the beautiful wrapping paper can be a broken egg, such as Zhao Xiangnon.

is also like him, Song Yuze!

What the? Song Yuze, the bastard, actually dared to ignore her, as Song Yuze's expressionless face drooped, Zhao Xiangnong didn't know where the fire came from, did Song Yuze, the bastard, laugh at her naivety in his heart, okay, if you want to laugh, laugh enough.

grabbed the third, fourth, and fifth plush dolls and smashed them towards Song Yuze's head.

"Zhao Shannon! If you throw it again, you'll be spanked. The man who still hung his head and didn't even look at her warned fiercely.

What the? Spanking! Song Yuze, this hillbilly, this nasty embryo!

Zhao Xiangnong didn't look at it, he went to the table again to grab it, and smashed it towards Song Yuze with the things in his hand.

Sixth ...... Ahh

The sixth thing that hit Song Yuze's head was not a plush doll, but a candlestick, a glass candlestick, the area of the candlestick is not small, this time it must have hurt Song Yuze, and if it hurts, he will naturally get angry.

Slowly, Song Yuze raised his head.

Seeing Song Yuze's expression clearly, Zhao Xiangnong's scalp was numb for a while, and she raised her hand to defend herself in vain: Song ...... Song Yuze, I didn't mean to, I thought it was a plush wow that didn't hurt at all when I hit my head.

"Zhao-Xiang-Nong!" Song Yuze separated her name word by word and called: "Just now, what did I say?" ”

Just? Just now, Song Yuze said that if he threw it again, he would be spanked.

In Zhao Xiangnong's recollection of Song Yuze's words just now, his feet had already stepped on the flower platform, and the next second, Zhao Xiangnong realized how easy it was for Song Yuze to climb onto the windowsill where she was sitting and spank her ass.

Realizing that something was wrong, Zhao Xiangnong pulled his legs and ran!

A few minutes later, Song Yuze grabbed her in the guest room, he framed her with both hands from behind, her back pressed against his chest, and the two of them didn't know if it was because she was running or because she was out of breath because of something else.

The author has something to say: There should be a lot of words tomorrow, you guys are buying at half past eight, remember ~~~~

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