The night was dark, the air was filled with the rich fragrance of jasmine, and unknown insects chirped happily among the roots of the grass under the flowers. Lin Jinrong put down the fan in his hand, got up, except for his coat, only the light blue bandeau remained, and twisted the handkerchief from the copper basin to wipe his body carefully.

Lu Lu sat not far away, and looked at the book in his hand by the dim candle flame of the post station. When he heard the sound of water, he couldn't help but raise his head to look, and saw a blooming jasmine in the half-light and half-dark shadows. He couldn't help it, so he put down the book in his hand and stared intently at Lin Jinrong's graceful back. A familiar and indescribable heat rose from the dantian and swam to the limbs, making his mouth dry and unbearable. How long has it been since he has seen Lin Jinrong's figure? Since the year before last, he kept filial piety for the old lady and lived in separate rooms, and he has never seen him again.

Thinking that he was still in filial piety, a basin of cold water poured down his head, Lu Mian pursed his lips, and with difficulty withdrew his gaze from Lin Jinrong's slender and soft waist and white porcelain-like skin, and picked up the scroll again to look at it carefully. It's just that the words seem to have long legs, and they are jumping around, so that he doesn't even know what they mean together.

Lin Jinrong turned his face sideways and secretly looked at Lu Xuan. She did it on purpose, as she said, like morning dew, the days are numbered, and since she loves him, she wants to be close to him. Seeing that Lu Lu lowered his eyes and didn't look at her, he couldn't say that he was a little disappointed and frustrated, and a little frustrated. deliberately whispered: "Erlang, I have some itching on my back, probably because of mosquito bites, you can take a look for me." ”

Today, if it weren't for the fact that the road between Pyongju and Cheongju had just been opened, pedestrians walked together, resulting in too many pedestrians staying in the post station, and even the Tao room was crowded into an old acquaintance, it would be impossible for the husband and wife to live together. It's a rare opportunity... How can there be such a good opportunity to return home? She will not let go.

Lu Lu looked back at Lin Jinrong, his eyes were as dark as a pool, but his face was serious.

"You're afraid of this, it's better to go and squeeze with the seventh brother as soon as possible." Lin Jinrong smiled at his demon... The water on the skin shone brightly under the lamp, and the pale blue thin silk bandeau was soaked in water and clinged to the undulating lines, which was a little more seductive than not wearing it.

Lu Lu understood very well that he couldn't help swallowing his saliva just now, so he pretended to be calm and put down the book, got up and walked towards the stick: "Who said I was scared?" It's not like I haven't seen it. ”

Lin Jinrong was silent, and only looked at him with half-lowered eyes. Every step he takes... It all seemed to be walking on her heart, tingling, making people tremble, and all the hustle and bustle around her seemed to be far away, ethereal, and not real. She only had him in her eyes. Seeing Lu Lu approaching, she turned around slowly... Gently unfastened the bandeau.

The light blue bandeau was like a light cloud, fluttering down from her thin white and soft fingertips, and landed on Lu Xuan's outstretched hand... Like the lightest feather and the most beautiful petals, it tugged at the heartstrings that Lu Mian had been tightening. He heard himself sigh softly, he saw himself grasping the bandeau, he saw Lin Jinrong as white as jade, beautiful and seductive butterfly bones, and he even saw her faint, undulating chest. He couldn't help but wonder what it would be like for him to hold her slender and flexible waist tightly in the palm of his hand.

Lin Jinrong closed his eyes slightly, and said softly, "Did you see it?" It's just under the shoulder bone. ”

Lu Lu leaned over to look... I saw that there was a little bit of red about the size of a needle tip under the butterfly bone, slightly red and swollen, and I didn't know what kind of insect it was bitten.

"Is this it?" He stretched out his fingers and pressed the red dot lightly, his voice low and trembling.

"Yes." Lin Jinrong looked back at him with a side face and glanced at him lightly... The eyes are like hooks.

There was a soft sound of "Zheng", and Lu Lu heard that the tight string in his heart was broken, and a bit of black ink blurred from his pupils, staining a pair of eyes into a bottomless deep pool. He had never seen such a bewitching Lin Jinrong, and before he could react, his movements had already preceded his thoughts, and he reached out to hold Lin Jinrong's waist and sucked on the small wound on her back.

Lin Jinrong was like a fish out of water, trying his best to stretch his body to an incredible angle, trying to find a water source, and even holding his breath. She gently put her hand on Lu Mian's hand that held her waist tightly, trying to turn around to face him, but she showed all her beauty in front of Lu Mian in the most soft and seductive posture, like an epiphany blooming in the moonlight, white, elegant, charming, exuding a refreshing fragrance.

Lu Lu was fascinated and shifted her lips from the small red dot on her back to the blush on her chest. He wanted her, he longed for her, just like in a dream, he wanted to toss her over and over again, he lifted Lin Jinrong's skirt a little rudely, and couldn't wait to reach out to her secret place.

Lin Jinrong leaned on his arms, but his hand stopped him, half confused and half sober: "Erlang, have you thought clearly?" She was a little bad, she deliberately tempted him, but she was afraid that he would regret it afterwards, so she resented and turned a wonderful thing into a tasteless, annoying piece of wood, so she stopped him at this critical moment and asked him if he had thought it through. He is a dutiful son, and he also claims to be a gentleman, and if he feels that this matter will cause him to lose his virtue, then it will be meaningless. Even in this life, she could only have such a chance to be close to him and say goodbye, and she would rather him remember her well than mix it with other impurities.

At this time, her behavior is very dangerous, Lu Mian looked at her for a long time, and the inky dark emotion in her eyes gradually faded. He looked at her a little arrogantly, not knowing what to do, just letting go, it would break her heart, and if he continued, he would lose his previous feelings. He was a little annoyed, was she deliberately tossing and teasing him?

Lin Jinrong's heart sank slightly, then smiled, gently pulled away the hand he put on her waist, twisted the handkerchief from the copper basin, continued to turn his back to scrub, and said softly: "There is a tube of ointment in my makeup box, you go and get it and rub it on the wound with me." ”

Lu Lu stood still and did not speak.

An indescribable embarrassment permeated the two of them, Lin Jinrong silently took the coat from the hanger and put it on, and walked to the makeup box in silence, ready to get the ointment. She doesn't regret what she did just now, this is her best years, the most brilliant years, she loves him, so she wants to be close to him. With his temperament, it is not easy to indulge to this extent. But is she just like this, just like this, not far away and not close to spend these last years with him? Even greedy joy can't do it.

The more she ends, the more reluctant she is to this world. In the end, the more she was attached to all this, including the faces of the Lu family that she had never disliked, after all, that was the evidence of being alive, living to hate, and living to love. She thought she was strong, she calmly laid out the road ahead, and tried her best to arrange every step, but on this hazy moonlit, hot and humid night, in the noisy and poorly equipped inn, she suddenly found that she was so helpless, so powerless. She longed to live, she couldn't give up everything she had, including love and hate, and she tried so hard to grasp it all, only to find it really hard.

A large tear full of sadness suddenly slid down Lin Jinrong's eyelashes, and shattered on the makeup box inlaid with luodian with a click, splashing the sour body all over the room. Lin Jinrong bit his lip and opened the box with trembling fingers, the ointment was packed in a hollow ivory tube dyed green, and it had to be picked out with a slender silver hairpin before it could be used.

She squinted slightly, and inserted the slender silver hairpin into the ivory tube several times, but she always did not do well because of the trembling of her hands. She threw the silver hairpin and ivory tube onto the table in a childish manner, and lay on the table and began to cry.

Lu Mian woke up suddenly, strode over and hugged Lin Jinrong tightly in his arms, patted her shoulder like a child, and said softly: "Shh, don't cry, it's me who is not good, it's all my fault." "It's rare for her to be so nice to him, but he treats her like this. She is his wife, from a good family, well-read and courteous, he knows best but her shyness and self-control, if he doesn't love him, how can this be? Lu Mian was full of self-blame, and kissed Lin Jinrong's eyes like raindrops, trying in vain to kiss her tears dry.

Lin Jinrong cried very sadly, as if she wanted to vent all her unwillingness and fear, all her grievances and burdens, she grabbed Lu Mian's collar tightly, and whispered repeatedly and low to his ear: "Erlang, I'm afraid, Erlang, I'm afraid." ”

Lu Mian only felt that the corners of her eyes were sour, but she didn't know how to comfort her. Lin Jinrong has always been hard, she stubbornly walks in her direction, refusing external forces to change her direction and ideas, she is stubborn, stubborn to the point of stubbornness, sometimes people feel unreasonable, even a little hateful. But at this time, she was so weak and helpless.

Lu Mian could only hug Lin Jinrong tightly, letting her tears stain the placket on his chest, and repeatedly emphasized: "Don't be afraid, I'm here." It's me who is bad, it's me who is not good. ”

As if to prove something, as if to comfort her, Lu Mian began to kiss Lin Jinrong passionately, at that moment he understood his heart very well, he wanted her to be happy, he still liked her to laugh Lin Jinrong's sobs gradually stopped, she hugged him silently, and did not allow him to make the next move.

Lu Lu could feel her refusal, and he asked her uncertainly, "Ah Rong?" "Are you angry?

Lin Jinrong said in a low voice: "Erlang, hold me tight, just hold me tight." ”

sighed, I originally wanted to make a "greed = joy" as a title, but I was afraid that it would be harmonious, so I had to change it to an epiphany.

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