Waiting for You in a City - Chapter 52

Xu Qin slept all night, but in the morning was slowly tossed by the man next to him.

Song Yan hugged her from behind, rubbing her palms under her.

Xu Qin opened his eyes slightly. The curtains were drawn, the light was dim, and the outside scene was not clear.

She turned to lie down and asked softly, “What time is it?”

“I don’t know …” His voice was hoarse, and he buried his head between her necks, rubbing harder and harder.

She gasped and turned to face him again, accidentally touching there. She asked, “How did you get in the barracks?”

“Huh?” He didn’t respond.

“You wake up every morning, then it … wakes up too …”

Song Yan laughed lowly, leaned closer to her cheek, closed her eyes and murmured: “No matter what, it softens itself.”

Xu Qin thought about it and asked, “Why wouldn’t it soften itself every morning when I was with me?”

Song Yan slowly opened her eyes and asked, “What do you say?”

Xu Qin couldn’t help but chuckled.

He hugged her, moved his body, squeezed towards her, **** subwoofer sighed in her ear:

“Ah … wife, want you again …”

There was a itch on her ears and her neck was so itchy that it was so easy that he was numb and numb by his words, and people couldn’t help but get close to him.

There is fireworks in the heart of winter.

…

On the floor under the curtain, a narrow gap reflected the sky outside the window.

He lingered in bed for an hour or two, he still hugged her, and Lai refused to let go of her.

It was eleven o’clock in the morning, but he had no intention of getting up, and whispered around her neck:

“End, don’t want to get up.”

“I just want to hold you in bed for a whole day.”

She laughed inwardly, but her mouth was mean: “I am still a soldier, I have no self-control.”

“Indulge in female sex, indulge in female sex, I can really understand what this means.” Song Yan said, “It is because I don’t have a palace, and my wife is more comfortable than the early morning.”

She listened to his meaty words and couldn’t help pushing him: “Dirty!”

He buried it on her chest and laughed muffled.

She also appointed him, and she didn’t want to think about it.

Lonely winter, what to do so early, lying in his arms is more comfortable.

But she had a bit of trouble with him for a while, and she still kept her color. After all, she was scrupulous and whispered: “Really, it’s not ridiculous to get up again, uncle aunt will say.”

He was stunned and then laughed: “Relax. They get up late, but they are happy.”

Xu Qin is unknown.

She stretched her neck and glanced at the gap in the curtains to see the sky outside.

She didn’t know what happened last night, so she didn’t know how worried her aunt was.

Siheyuan, inside the main house, by the wooden window,

“I don’t know what happened to the two children? You said Qin Qin drank yesterday, shouldn’t he quarrel?” Uncle sat at the desk and drew a furniture drawing, put down the pen and sighed.

“It’s okay.” Auntie sat across from the ruler to measure the size, said with a smile, “I just glanced at the window, not yet up.”

Uncle froze for a while, lowering his voice: “Not yet up?”

The aunt said with a frown: “I didn’t get up. The relationship between the two was very good. … I was unhappy before. I guess I didn’t see each other and thought about it.”

Uncle was relieved and said, “Zhai Miao’s girl didn’t know what she was doing recently, and she didn’t go home.”

“It’s time for the final exam. Hold the Buddha’s feet temporarily. It doesn’t matter if you don’t come back or disturb the two of them.” Aunt said this, and whispered, “I’m thinking, when will the two of them get the certificate.”

“How long has it been together, where can it be so fast?”

“That’s my anxiety, and I want to hug my grandson.” Aunt laughed and looked at the drawings again. “Huh, this cabinet is really beautiful.”

There was a smile on his uncle’s face: “It goes without saying that the carpentry I made is better than those sold in any furniture.”

“That’s of course, the carpenter’s craftsmanship of the Zhai family has been handed down for many years.” Aunt praised her husband proudly, and said, “Qinqin will definitely like it. Uh, we are really … Go in. ”

As he was saying, Xu Qin’s exclaimed voice came out of the window: “Snow?”

The two of them immediately leaned out of the window to look out. Xu Qin stood in the corridor with a look of joy, and Song Yan stood behind her, pulling her hair out of the neckline.

The couple looked at each other and were very satisfied: Well, the two children got up and were in a good mood.

When Xu Qin crossed the threshold and walked out of the room, he saw the courtyard covered with white snow. The steps, corridors, railings, and vines on the trees are all silver, and the roof is also white.

Looking up, the sky is clear, and the box is blue.

The air was so cold that she took a breath and poured it into her lungs as if with a fragrance of snowflakes.

Snow color reflected in Xu Qin’s eyes, translucent and translucent.

She squatted down, grabbed a handful of snow on the steps, and turned back to Song Yan: “It really is more beautiful here.”

“Snow is not too big today,” Song Yan said. “In two or three weeks, it will be thicker.”

Xu Qin rolled his eyes, twisted the snow in his hands into a small ball, stood up, and he was still talking:

“At that time, make a snowman for you to play with.”

Before the words fell, Xu Qin suddenly turned around, and Song Yan quickly pinched her wrist one second in advance. She froze suddenly, and he smiled with a lip: “You squat on the ground, I see your head knows what you think.”

During the talk, the other hand slipped through the snow mass in her palm and thrust it into her neck.

Xu Qin was stimulated to jump around, half of the snow dumped in his hand was left by him, and no matter what, he grabbed his waist with one hand and drilled into his pants with the other.

“Fuck!”

Song Yan was so excited that he rushed into the bathroom and shook his pants. Xu Qin ran to the door to see the results and saw his embarrassment, giggling.

Song Yan gritted his teeth and loosened the belt, shaking off the snow in his pants. Seeing Xu Qin couldn’t straighten his waist with a smile at the door, he pulled her up and locked the door.

Xu Qin exclaimed that the man had been picked up by him and left on the washstand.

“Are you dying, are you? Are you dying? Hmm?” He whipped open her underwear, like tearing a doll.

Xu Qin guarded his trousers and blocked his hand, but the strength was very different. She had no ability to resist, but she was still unconvinced, and she picked her chin: “Just die, how can it be?”

“Yohe.” He raised his eyebrows and nodded. “Something. Don’t beg me today.”

She smiled and was anxious on her face, struggling indiscriminately, and she was about to slip off the stage. He hooked her back to hug her back and slapped her on the **** with a slap: “Where to run?”

A “slap” **** bloomed.

She blushed anxiously and whispered: “You whisper! Someone outside!”

“Shy?” He laughed and poked her on the cheek. “Aren’t you just pretty straight? Huh?”

She couldn’t match his strength, and she couldn’t break free. He picked her chin for a moment, she opened his hand, he hooked her waist again, she opened it again, and he dialed her leg again. Tease up and down like this, she missed each other, caught and blocked. He teased her like a cat.

She couldn’t run away, she couldn’t fight, but she didn’t know if he was teasing her or if she wanted to come true. She cracked his hand and didn’t know what the outsider thought. She was also anxious, kicking him lightly and finally twisting her body to beg for mercy: “Don’t do it, get your aunt and uncle to have a psychological shadow on this bathroom.”

Suddenly, Song Yan put her in her arms, hugged her tightly, and laughed loudly.

Xu Qin was wrapped in his arms, and her body trembled with his laughter, and she couldn’t help it, the smile on the corner of her mouth grew bigger and bigger.

There seems to be no reason, there seems to be nothing, but it is so happy.

In the afternoon, the snow on the roof and treetops began to melt. The snow dripped and fell to the ground.

Song Yan stayed in the uncle’s study for a while, and selected several wooden floor materials. When he walked back to the room, he opened the door and saw Xu Qin.

He heard the sound of water on the other side of the promenade. At a glance, Xu Qin crouched by the open-air faucet to wash the cloth.

Song Yan immediately rushed over, picked her up, grabbed the rag in one hand, and asked, “What are you doing?”

Xu Qin was stunned by him: “It’s okay to be idle, I want to wipe the table.”

“How cold is this water.” Song Yan frowned and shook her cold hand. “Go back.”

She was blasted back to the house by him.

He changed the bucket of warm water and wiped the table with a rag. She was going to help.

He stopped and said, “Go wash your clothes.”

“Oh.” Xu Qin threw the laundry in the basket into the washing machine, poured the laundry detergent, pressed the button, and the work was completed. No technical content.

And he wiped the table and took the mop to the floor.

Xu Qin hugged himself on the sofa and turned to see when the quilt on the bed was folded somehow, neatly stacked into tofu pieces, and his clothes and shoes were all packed.

She tilted her head to watch him mopping the floor, looked at it for a while, and said softly, “Song Yan.”

“Ok?”

“You too spoil me.” She said with a smile.

He couldn’t help laughing, and asked casually: “Are you happy?”

She squeezed her mouth silently, but her smile widened.

Song Yan said: “I used to do all kinds of work in the army, I am used to it.”

“Oh.” She nodded, and her feet were upturned.

He said again: “You haven’t done this since you were a child. If you are with me, you have to do this. What do you want to do with me?”

Xu Qin suddenly poked, suddenly remembered the childhood.

At that time she squatted in the yard to shave wood flowers.

He says:

“Laozi promises that he will have a headache in his life.”

It turned out that what he said was true.

At that time, what he said was true.

…

In the afternoon, Xu Qin followed his uncle to learn carpentry in the yard. Song Yan played with her for a while and went back to the room to read.

Halfway, the sky began to snow, and the carpentry class ended.

Xu Qin calculated that there was still a long time in the afternoon, and wanted to go back to the west to see his parents.

Song Yan wants to accompany her.

Xu Qin initially disagreed, she knew that Fu Wenying would never allow Song Yan to enter.

But Song Yan did not intend to intensify the contradiction, nor did she want to see Fu Wenying.

He is waiting outside.

He just wanted to send her to take her back. Not wanting her to go back and forth by car alone.

On the way to go, Xu Qin leaned in Song Yan’s arms and looked at the snow outside the window. His heart was very peaceful, and he was very clear: he knew that whether she went home or left, the road would be a bit low. He was not willing, so he wanted to be with him.

Perhaps with him by his side, the road is not so long, as if faster than usual.

At the gate of the compound, Song Yan didn’t go in and said to go around in the museum opposite and wait for her to call when she was busy.

The two were briefly separated.

When Xu Qin walked into the yard, he was inexplicably sad, as if he had abandoned him. After a few steps, I looked back and saw that Song Yan was walking towards the museum opposite, so I was a little relieved.

The courtyard was also covered with snow, but the road was cleaned and wet.

When I got home, I went into the house and asked the servant, saying that Meng Huaijin and Fu Wenying were both at home and in the study on the second floor.

Xu Qin changed his shoes without any hassle. No matter how calm he was, he felt a little dazed. I don’t know why, when I entered the house, people seemed to be down by two or three points.

The corridor was very quiet, slippers slipped on the carpet, and the sound of footsteps was absorbed.

She breathed slightly and walked to the door of the study.

The door was open, fortunately.

Meng Huaijin and Fu Wenying were reading inside, and refreshments were on the table.

She knocked on the door and whispered: “Dad, Mom …”

The two looked over, and Fu Wenying’s expression suddenly turned cold, and she looked down and continued to read, which was unreasonable. speak.

Neither Xu Qinjin nor Retreat was standing at the door at a loss and was standing there for five minutes.

The house remained silent. They ignored her and did not look at her.

Xu Qin looked at them all the time, his face getting paler.

At the end of the corridor, Meng Yanchen came downstairs and turned back inadvertently. He saw Xu Qin bowed with his shoulders down and stood at the entrance of the study.

Meng Yanchen looked at her silently for a few seconds and went downstairs.

But only two or three steps down, people stopped again. He closed his eyes, squeezed his lips, took a long breath, and turned to Xu Qin.