Chapter 9 i love you"

how do not know only once in spring The flowers are in full bloom everywhere No one expected that there would be the best days in the middle, and they would be so short-lived. I sleep like a rock, I move rocks during the day and sleep like a rock at night.Sometimes she pats me and says: It's really like a big rock. "Look at how thick you are." Sometimes she even said to you directly, as if she understood all this, as if she already had some power over it all.But more in a sense of being outspoken, of a lonely need to speak.In the mountains and forests, human voices were silent.

Until one day when I woke up, she was standing in front of the bed, standing in front of the bed in disbelief, looking at me with a gentle blushing face.Before I woke up, she gently stretched out her hand, just like I caressed a girl, touched me, touched my chest, felt sweet, the first time I was touched like this, I was so surprised, my heart beat.She said to me softly: Do you want it, very good.Then she moved her hand down to my surprise, and then retracted it, so pitifully, she unbuttoned it one by one, and unbuttoned it generously, revealing her body without any underwear inside.I already know a lot about her.But I have never seen her look like this before. She gently untied her clothes, stood by the bed and kissed me.I was kissed on the lips of the gentle girl who hadn't kissed me yet.

She kissed me and said in my ear: I love you.My heart is beating, really, how come, really.She said: I love you so much.I really love you, I really blush.The thing I long for the most is this.But how could it be like this, she reached down and I was touched.She kissed me like a girl, gentle, shy, and bold, with thin and sweet lips, wrapping the tip of her tongue around mine, sweeter than asking her a thousand times, but the surprise in my heart didn't dissipate.why?She said: No why, I love you, I like you, do you want me, do you like my body?I whispered, I like it.I know she wants me to say: love her.But the surprise in my heart could not dissipate, I stroked her pitifully, just like she stroked me.She sat by the bed and said: I do.I don't know her anymore, but I said in my heart: This is my wife.

These are the best days to bloom, she wrote in those two days, a big tree with many flowers. She wrote about a fifteen-year-old girl, a small tree full of flowers.The little girl covered her face shyly, surrounded by people looking at the flowers. It was true, she was actually shyer and bolder than I thought.The face was so red, she asked me to look at her, but I didn't look at her, I wrapped her in a cloth, and she looked at me again, it's really like this, I haven't looked at you well yet, it's really like this.She watched with a slight smile.I said: do you like it?She said: I like it.Do you like being so strong?She said: If you like it, you have to be so strong.She is attached to my ear, you want a lot of girls, right?I was so grateful to stand upright and be taken by her, she looked at it gently, as if stroking my heart.She said: I am yours, you are mine, and this is mine too.I taught her to touch like this: "It's so comfortable." "Really?"

When the wish arose, it was very strange, but I didn’t expect that there was anything else in the world, and there were other things like this. I knew this was the only one, and it was also inconceivable. There was a girl's voice in the air, she ran from the building, answered while climbing up the lilac tree, her little skirt was also a bouquet, I looked at her, and I could see the courtyard beyond the wall.The afternoon sun warmed me up, my shadow was motionless, she suddenly looked at me anxiously, and ran away with the flowers. "What if I'm not married, what if I don't have a girl." She whispered, "I want to know you, I want to know everything about you. Did you dream, did you dream when you were a boy? You thought of me like this Did you think about me like this before?" "Thought about it." "Really?" She looked carefully, lovingly, "I will do whatever you ask me to do." She looked at me so firmly .I know it, and she knows it too.I longed for that moment.She looked at me as if she was ready.

I suddenly feel that the most beautiful days are behind. When I was a child, I caught bees in flowers, wrapped my hands in paper, and watched them fall into the bottle with a kind of inexplicable excitement.The grass has not yet grown, and it is already a little yellow. When the dead grass is dug out from the soil, it has a tender color like leeks, and then a light green color emerges, which is the same in all springs. The spring in the north is so dry, but the trees already have small bones, and the sky warms up one after another, quietly warming up, and at this time my desire for life also begins.I remember it was on a piece of grass, no one around, behind a piece of red building, I sat there, sitting on the green grass, rising quietly for the first time.There was a sense of strangeness in me, a surprise that no one, no one itself foreshadowed all that was possible.The spring air, I am also very surprised to myself, I go to the corner where there is no one, go behind the wood stack, go in, come out again.

Throughout the spring, I went to the meadow and waited quietly for myself. She was pampered by imaginary love, I woke up again and again, she stood by the bed and gently touched me, took off all my clothes, I don't know how long it was.In the morning light, in the bright afternoon, she stood by the bed.Untie the clothes, I know there is no one in the room, and when I know no one, she will come and say: I love you. I stroked her light-colored nipples, and her body fluttered gratefully, bowing her head and bending over her body, and I remained motionless in gratitude.She suddenly started laughing, and she said: If you torture me, I will torture you too.She asked me strangely.She floated gently on top, her hair hanging down, her small breasts trembling slightly.I was wanted by her like that, full of longing.I think of the way she dances, and that's the only time I've ever disliked her, when she's at someone's house in jeans, bouncing around like a jerk, and I'm so sick of her then.But not now, my gratitude can't disappear, there is no viciousness, hatred, or showing off, I can only do my best to make her happy.

We didn't talk, I put my hand between her hair, flowing down her smooth neck, stroking her shoulders, she supported her body, leaned on me and swayed slightly, soon she felt tired , She was a little surprised and a little strange in the middle of the fluttering. She let out a soft cry, as if she was a little regretful. Although I knew this kind of thing happened, it was incredible for me to look at a girl's body like this.I run my hands down her shoulders and feel the soft, careful rise and fall of her hips.She came down and I caressed her from above again, we overlapped, and I liked the way she rubbed so unfamiliar to me.Finally, I covered her again.

In front of my eyes are corridors, desks, dresses hanging from wooden benches, a winter’s smile, and the sound of trains rubbing on the rails as they go farther and farther away.In her last cry, I seemed to bump into a bright window, on the empty upstairs, the wind blowing its light quickly across the grass, and the pale skirt of the little girl under the lilac tree, trembling step by step It exploded and fell down in narrow strips, stinging me... In that distant afternoon, she didn't go away. I woke up in the dark with tears in my eyes, it was already night, I turned on the light and cried without shyness under the light, my lips were covered with tears.She reached out her hand, she didn't know why, she still wiped my tears.

It was a dizzying day, and I was amazed and tired by this love, overwhelmed by gratitude, and I wanted to treat her well and cherish this precious flower.Her face in the mirror was flushed, and she was completely immersed in her so-called love like a forest full of peach blossoms. What I am most grateful for is that she kissed me.