Lu Shengyao came out of the bathroom after taking a shower and saw Yi Tongxi leaning on the sofa, supporting her head with one hand, looking at the TV with a faint gaze.
He walked to the other end of the sofa and sat down. After a while, Yi Tongxi crawled over, snuggled into his arms, put her legs across his legs, and then covered the blanket and continued to watch the movie in silence.
Her hair, which she had just washed, was half-dried and stuck to his chest, cool and silky. Lu Shengyao stiffened and tensed his body, and he began to complain about her again. She always did things that should have been initiated by boys so naturally. Was it her nature or her experience? He felt a mess in his heart when he thot of this.
"Lu Shengyao," she suddenly said, interrupting his thoughts, "I miss my mom."
"Why?"
Yi Tongxi rubbed against his chest like a docile cat: "Maybe it's because I'm finally home. I haven't lived here much since she passed away. I'm afraid to be here alone."
"You're not afraid now?"
"You're here." She looked up and smiled. "Will you stay with me this Spring Festival?"
Lu Shengyao did not answer for a moment, and after a long silence, he said, "No."
Yi Tongxi looked at him with her big eyes, and tugged at his clothes with her fingers: "Why?"
Lu Shengyao's Adam's apple moved, he slowly took a breath, and said expressionlessly, "My dad is home alone, I have to go back and spend the New Year with him."
"Where's your mother?"
"She passed away a long time ago."
Yi Tongxi pursed her lips and leaned her head into his arms again. "So we're in the same boat. But at least you have your dad waiting for you at home. I have nothing. I'm like an orphan."
"Real orphans are much worse off than you," Lu Shengyao said, tearing down the stage.
Yi Tongxi held his hand and played with it as if it were nothing. "Or, you can take me back with you."
Lu Shengyao frowned slightly and did not answer for a moment.
"I won't cause you any trouble," she said in a soft voice, acting very coy. "Otherwise I'll be spending New Year's Eve all by myself, how pitiful."
"You still have your family."
"But I want to be with you," she said, tilting her head up to kiss his lips. "Is that okay?"
Lu Shengyao clenched his fists, his chest rising and falling deeply.
She kissed him again: "Will you?"
He could not bear it any longer, so he held her head and kissed her soft and delicate lips.
Yi Tongxi felt a little pain. He had no skill, no method, and just rubbed clumsily on her mouth. Their teeth touched each other, and their breathing was a mess. After a while, she couldn't stand it anymore, and her fingers inserted into his hair, gently rubbing and soothing, and then separated slightly, panting, and said, "You hurt me."
Lu Shengyao's ears were burning hot, and he looked at her with all kinds of restraint.
"Like this..." Yi Tongxi raised his face and went to hold his lips. Sucking and rubbing, turning and fitting, he quickly learned, and after such a lingering, it became more and more difficult to control himself. He put his tongue in, at first just chasing and teasing, and later holding her without letting go, as if he wanted to swallow her alive.
Yi Tongxi frowned, turned her face away with force, and panted, "Don't do this."
He didn't know if it was because of nervousness or excitement, but his forehead was covered in sweat, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he lowered his voice and said, "I'm sorry."
Yi Tongxi pulled out a few tissues and handed them to him. She sat down on the edge of the sofa and wiped the wet saliva from her mouth.
陆盛尧从背后抱住她,平复许久,哑着嗓子说:"我家里环境不好,怕你住不习惯,所以才不让你去."
Yi Tongxi didn't say anything.
"还有我爸爸,"他深吸一口气,闭上眼,说:"很多年前,我爸爸发生意外事故,导致面部毁容,那之后他就业一直碰壁,好不容易托亲戚找到一份保洁的工作...就是扫大街的清洁工...平时除了上班,他也不大愿意见人的."
易童西倒是一愣,心下叹气,转过身子,抬手抚摸陆盛尧的脸,打量说:"你爸爸以前肯定很帅."
他撇撇嘴,不置可否.
电话突然在这时响了,是座机.
易童西爬到沙发另一头接起:"喂?"
陆盛尧低头看向身体某处,咳,没出息的,居然还那么坚挺...不像话不像话,赶紧拿毯子盖住.
边上,不知是谁的来电,只听易童西骂了句"神经病",接着挂掉电话,把线也给拔了.
"谁?"
"打错了."
她脸色有点凉,起身倒了杯水,喝一半,递给他,之后两人看了会儿电视,各自回房睡了.
虽说,孤男寡女,两情相悦,做点儿什么都不为过.但家里没有安全套,易童西又不想吃事后药,所以两人亲亲抱抱,点到为止,只要她不主动,他也不会贸然提出这个要求.
其实,上不上床无所谓,谈恋爱嘛,不是今天,就是明天,他们心里都知道,迟早要跟对方做爱的.
嗯,对陆盛尧来说,这事儿想想就起生理反应,实在丢人,所以还是少思为妙罢.
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元旦过后,寒假很快来临,陆盛尧要回老家过年,易童西送他到车站,舍不得,大庭广众之下勾住他脖子,腻腻歪歪地说:"我想你怎么办呀?不要你走..."
他虽有些不习惯,但心里受用的很,作为恋人,这姑娘真找不出半点不称职的地方.
回到县城的家中,百无聊赖,节下亲戚走动不多,今年春节与往年也没什么差别,但他总感到些许迫切和烦躁,好像每一天都过得十分漫长,十分难熬.
没人告诉过他,谈恋爱会变成这副模样.他自己也不知道这样是好还是不好.
明明在做别的事情,明明在想别的问题,总之无论什么东西,最后都会千回百转又莫名其妙地联系到易童西身上.
茶杯等于易童西,窗帘等于易童西,腊肉也等于易童西...你说是不是莫名其妙?
还有更难以启齿的.
在与她分开的十几天里,他生平头一回,自慰了.
夜里,想到她发嗲的声音,浑身亢奋,难耐,酥麻,然后瘫软.
老天作证,在此之前,陆盛尧一直是个清心寡欲的好孩子,他不抽烟,不喝酒,不讲脏话,甚至连A片都没有看过.真的,他发誓.
都怪易童西,把他害苦了.
对,都怪她...
除夕那天中午,陆盛尧给她打电话,刚一接通,只听一阵欢声笑语,嘈嘈杂杂,那头十分热闹.
"你旁边有人吗?"他问.
"嗯,我表姐从北京回来了."易童西答了一句,似乎并不想多谈这个,转而问他:"过完年,你什么时候来找我?"
陆盛尧心想她表姐回来,应该住在她家中,自己过去未免不太方便,于是便说开学报到以后再找她.
易童西轻轻"哼"了一声,大约有家里人在,她收敛许多,不像往常那么轻薄,也没说什么撩拨他的话,三五几句,匆匆收了线.
陆盛尧有点失落,翻看日历,距离开学还有十天,宿舍楼会提前开放,他可以早些回去,给她一个惊喜,不知道她会不会高兴.