After meeting up with Ding Ying's aunt and her half-brother at the Beikeng bus station, we took a tricycle to a hotel called Zhiqing Hostel.

In July, we brought Ding Ying's mother and aunt to see Ding Ying's father, and stayed at this hotel.

The hotel is in medium condition, but clean and affordable. Special mention should be made of the service of the guesthouse, which makes you feel at home.

We opened three rooms. Ding Ying's aunt and her brother have one, and Ding Ying and I have one each.

Because of the rain, it was difficult to go anywhere, so after having dinner at a small restaurant near the hotel, we went back to our room to watch TV.

It's all nestled in my room.

Ding Ying's younger brother is very close to me. A six-year-old boy pestered me to tell him stories. I told him some of the things that had happened at the east gate, and he listened to them so well that his mother told him to go back to bed.

But he went back to his room anyway. He seemed to be afraid of his mother.

"You can go back to your room, too." I said to Ding Ying.

"What? Do you hate me like that? Ding Ying deliberately kept a straight face.

I pursed in the direction her aunt walked out. "How dare I dislike Miss Ding?"

"Well, that's pretty much it. Self-aware. ”

Ding Ying walked in the direction of the door, she closed the door, and returned to the bed she had just been in. She lay down on the bed, bent her feet, her hands on her cheeks, facing me, "Ah, this is our own space." ”

I also lay down on the bed like Ding Ying, "Don't you think this moment is particularly warm?" ”

"Knowing that after you went to Huangbai City to find me, I felt very warm all the time. Especially...... Your flesh ring will not work on us after that. Ding Ying looked very funny when she spoke with her cheeks, and her voice changed.

"Not necessarily." I also puffed out my cheeks to speak.

"Not necessarily? Why don't I try again? ”

"Okay." I say.

"I'm not fooled. Eh, when did you talk like that? Oh, there must be an idea. ”

"yes, I just have an idea." I suddenly straightened up and made a gesture of wanting to pounce.

"Ah, I'm so scared, so scared." Ding Ying said in an exaggerated tone.

I laugh. Ding Ying laughed.

Perhaps tired from lying on her stomach, Ding Ying turned sideways and lay flat on the bed. Her cheeks were rosy, and there were marks on her palms where she had just held them. The red contrasted sharply with the whiteness of her bare neck and forechest.

And the zipper of her thin fuchsia coat was pulled right up to her chest, and the bulge was particularly high because she was lying down.

My gaze was fixed there. It was as if a voice was encouraging me in my ear, "Take a step forward, crouch down, and this world that belongs to you is at your disposal." ”

I did take a step forward, my heart beating flustered for no reason. Look at Ding Ying again, meeting my gaze, smiling, affectionate in her eyes.

Then I crouched down. Everything is close at hand. The fragrant fragrance emanating from Ding Ying's body penetrates your nose and stimulates your restless nerves more and more.

Ah, the face, the eyes, the rhythmic lips, and especially the high bulge, are all full of temptation.

This temptation of youth is the yearning of many young men and women. This yearning leads to mystery, to witness imagination, to show love.

Closer, closer, closer. So close that you can no longer see the face, the eyes, the rhythmic lips. Close enough that you can feel the breath on your face, and you can even hear the sound of the panicked heartbeat, but you can't tell if it's yours or Ding Ying's.

No, you don't need to figure it out. Love doesn't need to figure out each other's heartbeats, love is selfless unity. Without you, without me.

The next moment, no, the next second, there is no you and me.

But there was a knock at the door. Damn, there was a knock at the door! Impartially, there is a knock on the door at this time!!

Naturally know who knocked on the door.

Open the door. Aunt Ding Ying looked guilty. She had come to pick up a toy that her son had dropped in the room. It's not Ultraman. Ultraman, who drove so many boys crazy that year, has not yet been made. It's a toy car. It fell on the floor between the two bunks.

What makes me regret is that I didn't notice it just now. If you notice it, send it in advance, so that many young men and women will not have a knock on the door at the moment when their hearts are excited.

Longing leads to mystery, to witness imagination, to show love.

When Aunt Ding Ying took the toy car and walked out, Ding Ying followed straight behind. She didn't feel good about staying in my room anymore.

I watched her walk out. Before leaving the door, she looked back and smiled, "Good night." ”

"Good night." I was stunned.

Helpless. That infinite yearning can only be postponed.

At half past eight o'clock in the morning of the next day, in the trial court of the Beikeng People's Court, Aunt Ding Ying and I sat in the mass seat.

The court was solemn, and even the active Ding Ying's younger brother was silent.

The three judges in dark blue uniforms in the main courtroom whispered to each other.

The three judges, also in dark blue uniforms, sat on the left side of the direction we were looking at. One man and two women. As they walked to their location, I saw them holding folders in their hands.

The seat on the right is vacant.

About a quarter of an hour later, Ding Ying's father walked into the courtroom in a passage on the right side of the passage from our direction, watched by two policemen.

Ding Ying and the others stood up suddenly. The little boy stood directly on the chair, waved excitedly at Ding Ying's father, and called "Dad, Dad" hard but softly. I followed and stood up.

Ding Ying's father obviously noticed us. The excitement on his face was on his face, and he wanted to say a word or say hello to us, but the police pushed him so violently that he just smiled at us and walked to the bench.

With a shock, the interrogation began.

A prosecutor sitting on the left stood up to prosecute. First, a brief description of the beginning and end of the matter, then detailed data support, and finally a judgment recommendation.

After the prosecutor's indictment is completed, the judges sitting in the main court exchange their views and then a judge pronounces the sentence.

There is no suspense. The verdict was exactly the same as what the old prosecutor of the Procuratorial Technology Department of the Provincial Procuratorate told us: in view of the fact that Ding Jianguo (Ding Ying's father's name) was able to truthfully confess his crime after arriving at the case, and took the initiative to confess the facts of the crime of accepting bribes; Admitting guilt and repentance, actively returning stolen goods, and all stolen money and property have been recovered, there are legally-prescribed or discretionary mitigating circumstances, and a lighter punishment may be given in accordance with law. The court sentenced Ding Jianguo to two years in prison with a two-year suspension.

Walk out.

Two policemen pressed Ding Ying's father to exit along the same road. Ding Ying's father looked at us excitedly, so nostalgic. The little boy finally shouted "Daddy, Daddy" until his father's momentum in the passage was gone.

Ding Ying and Aunt Ding Ying had tears in their eyes. Tears of excitement.

We walked out of the sentencing court. Everyone's hanging hearts finally let go. Aunt Ding Ying said "thank you" to me many times with tears in her eyes, and Ding Ying held my hand tightly.

The rain stopped at some point, and although it was still wet everywhere, the dark clouds in the sky were gradually dispersing, and the sun was almost trying to emerge from the clouds.