Adventures in Heaven (novel) Zhang Baotong

The summer evenings in Heaven are very bright. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThe sunset sets on the top of the snowy peak, and the golden light illuminates the whole heavenly kingdom in a colorful and gorgeous light. At this time, Yilan and I took a bath, had dinner, and walked leisurely on the soft grass together, enjoying the leisure and relaxation after a hard day's work. That evening, Ylan and I went for a walk in the woods behind the house. Unconsciously, the twilight is getting thicker, the moon is on the east mountain, the stars are everywhere, and the icebergs and snow peaks in the distance have been reflected in the night into a towering and undulating silhouette. The wind seeping from the other side of the glacier exudes a refreshing and moist fresh and pure atmosphere, and the silence of the four fields permeates with a light and dreamlike comfort.

We walked silently in the wide, soft clearing of the forest. Walking into the depths of a deep haze, Yilan suddenly took my hand and looked at me affectionately with a feminine shyness and impulsiveness. Her breathing seemed to be rapid, so that her chest rose and fell with it. So, I stroked her delicate and hot face with my hand, took her in my arms and hugged her tightly for a while, and then took her hand and walked out of the forest. When I got to the edge of the forest, the woman stopped, took my hand and couldn't help but let go, and then said, "Come to my house in a moment." With that, he let go of my hand, took the pink dress, and ran down the moonlit path towards the house. Looking at the graceful figure of the woman in the moonlight, it makes people feel that there is a refreshing feeling surging in their hearts.

I admired this woman and had an affectionate attachment. This kind of admiration and attachment includes that strong and primitive **** impulse. It is the instincts and needs of a mature and healthy man, both mentally and physically. However, my sanity has been reminding me and restraining me. Because in my distant hometown, there is a girlfriend and lover with my childhood sweetheart. Especially these days, I haven't seen each other, which has intensified my longing and nostalgia for her. If I were to fall in love and cheat with the woman in heaven right now, what face would I have in the future to face the girl Su Ping that I thought about day and night?

In the days away from my homeland, longing is like an indissoluble complex that haunts my heart all the time. This feeling is sometimes ethereal, sometimes heavy, and sometimes it makes me raise my eyes to the east and look at the cliffs; Sometimes it tuggs at my heart, and I can't help but cry. When the sun is shining, the sky is full of red, it is the time when the longing is the greatest, and the remoteness and desolation of the dusk are most likely to remind people of the twilight of their hometown. In my longing for my hometown, twilight is always the clearest and most beautiful. At this time, there is still the afterglow of the sunset on the wide campus playground, and after dinner, I always come out with Su Ping to take a walk on the green playground, saying some inconsequential but kind and interesting gossip, so that the afterglow of the sunset will stretch our figures longer and longer, until they disappear into the night. People's homesickness stems from the nostalgia for the scenery of their hometown and old friends, and it is also the attachment to relatives and lovers. As a person in love, my girlfriend is naturally the protagonist of my thoughts and dreams, just like the heroine of a love movie. Homesickness is because there are your own lovers and old friends, and lovers and old friends make your hometown full of beautiful feelings. Therefore, whether it is the roots of my relatives or my homeland, it has been deeply rooted in my deep affection.

Because I was hesitant, I wandered for a long time in the wooded grass at night before returning to the house. Over there, the door of the woman's room was open, and the lights were bright and dim, full of warmth and seduction. I stood in front of the door, with my room on one side and the woman's embroidery room on the other, and I really didn't know which way to go. At this time, the woman heard me enter the door and shouted at me, "Young Master Longhua, please come in." I hesitated, and then went into the woman's room. The woman was already lying on the bed, wrapped in a pink silk quilt, and only her face, which was more delicate because it was slightly hot, was expecting me infatuatedly. Her expression did not have the slightest shyness and nervousness, but it was rippling with the kind of eager expectation that was inspired by ****. Tempted by her excitement, I only felt my blood boiling and passionate, but I forcibly suppressed my feelings, pretended to be calm and walked to the woman's side, and asked, "What advice does my sister-in-law call me for?" The woman pointed to a large bowl of steaming tea on the bedside table and said, "Please drink this hot tea." ”

I hesitated: I've been in Heaven for a few days, and I haven't seen anyone invite me to hot tea. But the question only passed through my mind, and I didn't think much about it. So, I took a big sip of hot tea. This tea is very bitter and comparable to traditional Chinese medicine. I was so bitter by this tea that I sighed and asked, "Why is this tea?" Very bitter, very bitter. The woman smiled mysteriously and said, "Childe Hugh asked, just drink." "Since the woman has something to say here, I don't want to drink it, so I pick up the big bowl and drink the hot tea in one go.

The woman was overjoyed to see that I had finished my tea, so she took me by the hand and put it in her quilt, and immediately a sensation of excitement spread throughout my body. It turned out that the woman was naked and pressed my hands on her ****. Before I woke up from the slumber, she lifted the quilt again and showed the **** body in front of my eyes. Her body was so smooth, so white, so beautiful, and her waist was so thin that it made people feel that they could hold it tightly with one arm. And the solid and delicate ****, round and delicate, exudes a compelling halo, not to mention letting people touch it with their hands, even if they look at it, it makes people feel dizzy. At this moment, I only felt my mouth dry, my heart beating wildly to my throat and eyes, and the hot blood in my body surging towards the top of my head. I felt like my whole body was weak, and I was about to fall on top of her.

Just as the woman was about to pull me into bed with a gesture of pleasure, I shouted hoarsely in a scorched voice, "Sister-in-law, no. When the woman listened, she was stunned and said, "What does Childe want?" I gasped and pleaded, "Sister-in-law, don't do this. With that, he hurriedly broke away from the woman's hand and ran out of the woman's room in a panic.

When I got back to my house, I drank several large bowls of water in a row. Lying on the bed, my heart has been beating suddenly, and my mind is constantly changing the scene just now and the past, and the scene when I was with Yilan and Su Ping. These days, getting along with Yilan has made me suppress the **** and desire to be attracted and tempted by women, I don't know how many times, I really want to go to Yilan's bed, and enter the realm of bliss with her, so as to release the strong and mysterious energy that has been suppressed in my body for a long time, in order to enrich and make up for the current light and monotonous taste of life. However, I didn't do it because I always felt that Su Ping was in my heart, watching me all the time. She has become more than just my lover, she has become everything in my life. The reason why I have survived hardships and tenaciously is that in addition to the instinct to survive, I want to live for her, because what we are to each other is our happiness to each other. This kind of love is dependent on our lives, so the longer we part, the more thoughts and attachments will increase, and the more urgent and intense they will be.

Thinking like this, my heart unconsciously flew to Su Ping's side again. If we were in Xi'an, the night would be misty, and we might be walking hand in hand under the neon lights, walking together through the song halls and night markets. I don't know how exciting and wonderful that scene will be. But, my beloved lover, I have been so far away from you, I wonder if your heart is also thinking about me?

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