Waiting For The Wind Warming Up To Kiss You - Chapter 13

Fourteen years ago, Lincheng.

In the summer of that year, Xu Xingchun was promoted to the junior high school of a key middle school. The home is dark and damp, with an old dim light bulb on all the year round. The weird and lonely mother started taking drugs day and night and couldn’t sleep. She was tortured by illness and could not get a trace of peace, and she was as thin as less than fifty catties.

The dishes and bowls shattered in the sound of curse. Frequent visits of strangers, more and more frequent.

He is an outstanding boy in school, with handsome features, few words and intelligence. His peers rushed to the basketball court after class and yelled at their peers, but he did not participate in entertainment activities, watch TV, or play mobile phones.

Used to being alone, without any feelings to fill up, without friends. Introverted personality, day after day, lived this long lonely, depressed, and boring life.

The soul is locked in the dark bottom of the sea, and there is no sky. The surface is still trying to maintain a normal appearance, born with a lack of awareness of his personality defects, and he is not enthusiastic or indifferent to others.

He can control himself.

Many people underestimated Xu Xingchun.

In the suffocating midsummer, there is a disused construction site on the hill behind the school. The wind of tens of degrees swept through the dry air.

A well-known top student in the school, a flag-raiser who regularly raises the flag on Mondays. He was very delicate and thin, his skin was almost transparent, and his school uniform jacket half-opened, he lit a cigarette casually, dangling clouds in his mouth.

The smoke that swept across the lungs, opened his mouth, and slowly exhaled from his throat.

Sitting at this height, you can see a lake in the distance. He stared in a daze.

Withdrawn and dull, he sat quietly on half of the low wall, and the sultry wind in the afternoon was also still. With fragmentary kicking footsteps, Xu Xingchun slowly raised his eyes.

The line of sight is from low to high.

The goose-yellow skirt, the arms are white, and the whole body is covered with light and shadow. There was too hot sunlight, distorting the blurry air, and then he could see the face of the visitor clearly.

A camellia that was about to wither was bitten in his lips, and when the wind blew, the silver chain on his ankle clinked and approached him in a rash manner. She saw him too, and he didn’t have time to take his eyes back.

moment.

She picked up the stone and smashed it against the stone wall at his feet, raised her head, “Hey, you look so handsome smoking a cigarette, which class are you from?”

He arched his thin waist, his elbows on his knees, his eyelashes hanging thick and straight. Without rushing, he squeezed out half of the burning cigarette with his fingertips, and Xu Xingchun looked at her in silence.

Not far away, she leaned sideways against the wall, discarding a flower at will, and the thin white roll stockings over her knees were smeared.

Unlike a female student of this age, she didn’t have any shyness or extra words, she looked back at him with watery eyes open, arrogant and contented.

Her lips moved the slightly convex vortex on both sides, and she was born with smiling lips. Suddenly the smile bloomed enthusiastically, looking away, I used my index finger to block my rose-like lips, as if telling a secret, “Hush, someone is coming, I’m leaving.”

She said, “Actually, I am a monster. Don’t tell others that you have seen me.”

A stray cat passed by, her voice was nasal, and she screamed and chased after her.

Seeing that back figure gradually distant, Xu Xingchun lost consciousness.

They had nothing to do with each other, she broke his shameful secret, they didn’t know each other.

Later he quit smoking but never saw her again. Continue a mechanical, single, and modular life. Facing books, exercise books, materials. Repeat the calculation formula meticulously.

When I saw her for the second time, the sun was still venomous and strong. He collected his books and walked out of the classroom with his schoolbag on his back.

There was a heavy flow of people after class, and she walked past the class door with her black hair, as dense and smooth as silk. Ignoring the school’s regulations, wearing an embroidered white camisole, his delicate and white back was bare in the air without any hesitation. Beautiful chiffon skirt, decorated with fine lace edges.

She was holding a big umbrella alone. Wanton and casual, and the people around him are detached from each other, and the existence is abrupt.

Passing by, Xu Xingchun’s heart seemed to be crawled by thin and dense insects. He turned into the crowd, followed behind her, walked through the corridors, corridors, under the dense sycamore trees, and then to the school gate.

Later he knew that she was not his illusion, nor was she a monster. The teachers and students in the school know her, and there are legends about her everywhere. Even the discussion characters in the boys’ mouths after class, she will appear frequently.

That’s how Xu Xingchun knew intermittently that she called Fu Xueli when she smashed the girl who smoked at the abandoned construction site that day.

I never looked at anyone, his family is very good, his academic performance is average, and there is a very lively circle. They wander around the campus, ignorant of others, harsh and dangerous.

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In the dream, Xu Xingchun saw Fu Xueli again. She sat beside him, Ruyu’s slender legs dangling in the wind, revealing a slender waist, and her toes kicked the back of a person.

For the first time he thought something was very beautiful. Too focused and fascinated, even dare not let myself continue watching. The details are clear, he really wants to reach out and touch, then bite every inch.

Touch the bulging butterfly bones on her back, touch her smooth neck, is it as pure and fragile as it looks?

In fact, at first glance, Xu Xingchun reacted with her back leaning against the wall and looking up with a flower.

Her hands seem to be missing, smooth and greasy, climbing up to her back. Outflank him. He rolled up the corners of her skirt. The girl’s smooth thighs were like gentle waves, unobstructed.

Xu Xingchun turned on the bathroom lamp casually. He looked at himself in the mirror, pressing his arm on the tiled surface, and gradually tightening his fingers. Cover your face with a towel, close your eyes, panting for breath.

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After the shower, he returned to the room barefoot and sat at the desk.

He picked up the camellia that she casually discarded, put it in a corner of the drawer, and gradually withered in the diary. Xu Xingchun felt the truth for the first time.

Truth without taboos.

There are rumors in the school that she recently had a boyfriend.

She will kiss others.

She will laugh at others.

She would say that others are handsome in smoking.

He knew that she was not a monster.

She is not her own rescue.

On a dark and silent night like an abyss, he held up his chair and smashed it against the wall over and over again.