During this period, Xu Yue answered a phone call, and Xu Yue replied if it was going well and when he would go home.

Fu Ran was excited for a while, and then thought of the one who was asleep in the back seat, and lowered his voice, "Is it sister-in-law?" ”

"Hmm." Xu Yue replied.

"Sister-in-law hasn't slept yet." Fu Ran said.

"Hmm." Again, "Hmm." ”

"I'm waiting for you."

Fu Ran smiled ambiguously, and suddenly became melancholy,

"Brother Yue, I really envy you, there are people waiting for you to go home every day. It's not like me, it's dark when I go back. ”

Xu Yue gave him a quick look.

"You're still young, don't be in a hurry for this kind of thing."

Jiang Zhou's eyes rolled a few times.

It turned out to be his wife.

He actually married his wife like this.

The person looks good, and he is quite good.

But no matter how you look at it, it looks like that kind of straight man of steel.

Jiang Zhou thought that Xu Yue's wife must be the kind of woman who is long and straight, with long flowing hair, soft-spoken, gentle and virtuous.

Does Ji An also like this kind of woman?

Maybe all the men in the world like this kind of woman.

It's a pity that Jiang Zhou is not destined to become such a woman.

What she wants to do is......

Another jolt.

Ji An's face changed slightly.

Fu Ran asked, "What's wrong, are you uncomfortable?" ”

"It's a bit of motion sickness." Ji An struggled to keep himself calm.

But the woman lying on her lap......

Ji An could only pat Jiang Zhou's head, "Don't sleep, it's almost here." ”

Jiang Zhou was unmoved.

You should never try to wake up someone who is pretending to be asleep.

Ji An suddenly understood.

"Why don't you open the window?" Xu Yue proposed.

"Hmm." Ji An responded.

Just as he wanted to reach out to open it, a slender hand was the first to press the switch.

Ji An looked at the slender white fingers, and only felt his temples jump suddenly.

Jiang Zhou propped Ji An's thighs up, and naturally stretched his waist.

There seemed to be a lazy drowsiness on his face, and his hair was scattered.

Ji An looked at the woman who was making waves just now but now had an innocent face, and said through gritted teeth:

"Isn't your waist sore?"

Jiang Zhou twisted his body disappreciatively, "My waist is good." ”

"It's you," Jiang Zhou continued, but his eyes quietly glanced down, "Are you alright?" ”

He deliberately made her fall, so she secretly rubbed him.

"Okay, very." Ji An's words were like popping out of his mouth.

"Oh, then I should have slept a little longer." Jiang Zhou blinked.

After saying that, he lay down again.

"Jiang Zhou!" Ji An is desperate.

She can do it.

"Here we are." Xu Yue cleared his throat, not wanting to spoil the atmosphere in the back seat.

Before Ji An lifted Jiang Zhou up, she slipped out of the car.

Ji An's fists clenched and loosened, loosened and clenched.

He was really grinded just now, and he almost ......

It's really unclean.

When Ji An got out of the car, he only saw Jiang Zhou waiting at the door with his bag.

The suitcase was not taken either.

Ji An was helpless, and after turning to the car, Xu Yue had already helped him move out of the suitcase.

At the moment when Fu Ran couldn't see it, Xu Yue said in a voice that only Ji An could hear:

"I hope that thing has nothing to do with you."

Ji An raised his eyes and took the suitcase, "I have the same hope." ”

He didn't hide it, and he hoped that those things had nothing to do with him.

Jiang Zhou and Ji An thanked Xu Yue and Fu Ran.

Fu Ran joked, "Miss Jiang, you are black again, which reminds me of the traffickers that day." ”

"Just call me Jiang Zhou." Jiang Zhou said calmly, "I really don't know you if you don't be human traffickers." ”

Why do you always wear black? 】

[I'm mourning for life, I'm not happy. 】

A dialogue from Chekov's "The Seagull" popped up in Ji An's mind.

"If my heart is not sincere, I dare not go up the mountain."

……

It was already the middle of the night, and Zhou Yingguang and Yi Cang should have fallen asleep.

Ji An went upstairs with his suitcase, Jiang Zhou ran easily, and soon went upstairs, leaning lazily against the door, crossing his hands on his chest, and looking at him with a smile.

Ji An couldn't help but think that in the car just now, she was secretly grinding his ......

Take a deep breath and resist the urge to strangle the woman. Ji An placed the suitcase heavily in front of her, reaching out and turning the doorknob.

The hand that rotated on the doorknob was covered by a slender hand.

Ji An looked at her with a little displeasure.

"Angry?"

Jiang Zhou blinked, and before Ji An could answer, Jiang Zhou softened the force of his hand and slid towards Ji An's strong arm.

"I'm making you happy, what's there to be angry about. And ......"

Jiang Zhou stood on tiptoe, leaned close to his ear, and sprayed a sweet breath, "Don't you want me?" ”

Late at night is the time when a person's consciousness and emotions are the most vulnerable.

The darkness of the night overshadowed the rationality of man.

Ji An clenched the doorknob, opened it, and dragged Jiang Zhou into the house with a brutal force.

Jiang Zhou was pushed against the door, and there was a collision sound between his body and the door panel, Jiang Zhou was in pain, and with a muffled snort, Ji An's body was bullied.

"Tired of being alive?"

Jiang Zhou's eyes were half-squinted, "What?" Rabbit in a hurry? Going to bite? ”

Her hands were tightly clamped by Ji An, and she felt both pain and heartiness.

All right.

His trunk bared its teeth and claws.

Then she turned into a serpent, and coiled tightly on the thick trunk of the tree.

Like her, she can't survive or die.

Jiang Zhou showed a triumphant look.

At this time, the four eyes were facing each other, and the fire was soaring into the sky.

She saw that his eyes were as bright as darkness, like fireworks in the distance.

In the hallway outside the door, there was the sound of doors opening, footsteps, and talking.

"Huh? Isn't it time to be back, why didn't you bring the box in? Zhou Yingguang said with a yawn.

"What's wrong?"

Yi Cang also heard the sound.

"Yican? Ah I'm sorry, didn't I wake you up? Zhou Yingguang said apologetically.

"No, no, I'm not sleeping, I'm writing." Yi Su explained.

Seeing the box that had been discarded aside, Yi Cang asked suspiciously, "What's going on?" ”

"It should be Jiang Zhou who forgot to put it in."

Zhou Yingguang tried to knock on Jiang Zhou's door.

Jiang Zhou was pressed, his body couldn't move, and the two of them quietly listened to the movement outside.

Jiang Zhou could only blink, "It's really exciting." ”

The tip of Ji An's nose was against the tip of Jiang Zhou's nose, and he said softly, "Yes." ”

Jiang Zhou always felt that there was some banter in Ji An's words.

Sure enough, Ji An picked her up from the door and quickly opened the door.

Zhou Yingguang and Yi Cang, who heard the movement, were taken aback and immediately looked this way.

When I opened the door, it was Ji An with a calm face and Jiang Zhou who was slightly flustered.

"Yi Cang, Zhou Yingguang, long time no see." Jiang Zhou immediately showed a smile.

Zhou Yingguang and Yi Cang looked at the two people in front of them, and they couldn't help but have a little peach guess in their hearts.

"You ......," Yi Cang began.

"It's good to come back, it's good to come back!"

Zhou Yingguang quickly interrupted her, "You guys rest early, it's not early, stay up late and hurt your body!" ”

After speaking, he pulled Yi Su and left.

"Huh......?" Yi Su was dragged away for no apparent reason.

until they reached the outside of the house for two.

"Iku-san." Zhou Yingguang crossed his waist.

"Yes."

Zhou Yingguang raised his hand and clasped Yi Cang's head.

"You wooden fish head! Can't you see we're bothering them! ”

"I ......," Yi Cang wanted to say, as if he saw it, but he didn't say it.

She felt like a schoolboy being trained.

"I really doubt how you write a book with this intelligence?" Zhou Yingguang said disgustedly.

Yi Cang's heart trembled, and he said stiffly, "I write well." ”

"Hey, who said that good writing can write good things."

Zhou Yingguang said briskly, but when he looked down, he suddenly noticed that Yi Cang's expression was a little wrong.

"Oops, hey, I'll just say it casually. Yi Cang, you will definitely become a great writer! ”

Yi Cang bowed his head and remained silent.

"Okay, okay, my fault, my bad mouth. Don't be sad, it's not early, go to bed. ”

Sleep?

Yi Cang instantly got goosebumps.

……

After Yi Cang and Zhou Yingguang left, Ji An threw down a "good night" and closed the door.

Jiang Zhou was locked out.

Looking at the lonely big box, Jiang Zhou was not annoyed at all, but felt comfortable.

The kind of wanton kissing, pure possession, primitive and wild desire, makes people's hearts stir.

The famous master of history said:

Preserve the principles of heaven and destroy people's desires.

Jiang Zhou scoffed at one point.

As long as you are an individual, as long as you have a sound emotion, personality, you will have desires.

If a person has no desires, then he is either a god or a devil.

Not enough, not enough.

She wants more.

Jiang Zhou dragged the box into the house, did not open it, but rubbed against the window in the dark.

It was really dark outside the window, only a little hazy moonlight, which seemed to be flickering, like a meteor.

Jiang Zhou looked closely, only to find that it was the rain threads reflecting the moonlight.

It was raining lightly again.

After taking a bath, Jiang Zhou was not in a hurry to sleep.

She turned off the lights, went barefoot, and casually wore a silk suspender nightdress.

In the dark, she sat on the floor, her hair undried and messy, hugging her knees, looking out the window at the bright rain.

Mr. Mu Xin's poem says this:

"Especially quiet nights

My lust is great

Floating down

Window lattices covered with branches

Labial vortex, chest port, thighs

Plains, distant mountains, roads and roads

are all covered with my lust

Because the next day

Floated down one after another

Quieter, bigger

My lust"

I don't know where I saw such a similar poem:

"Never

I didn't even resist

Such lines

Reserved and reserved

The spring breeze carried them

Drifted in

My blood

My lust

Start flowing

always

I didn't resist it

Such a color

Cold and tangy

It rained all night

My lust

Wet from the top of the head to the top of the feet

early morning

I became your color

especially

I haven't ever refused

Such a rendering

Free and flamboyant

Like ginkgo biloba in autumn

Buried in

This deep valley

next year

It blooms by all means

My lust

forever

I don't even doubt it

Such brushstrokes

Melancholy and stubborn

Snow like goose feathers

Together with whiteness

Drowning me

Lust of all kinds

Let go of yourself

Bigger, quieter

My lust"

Jiang Zhou got up and leaned against the wall that separated the two houses.

I straightened my instep, closed my eyes, and felt the cold, hard touch behind me.

Meteors are flying outside the window.

It rained all night.

Lust of all kinds.

Wet from the top of the head to the top of the feet.