Chapter 12 Tease a woman with interest-2

he dreamed she was sleeping with him At night, for some reason, he dreamed that she was sleeping with him, and she was still very natural, with her very beautiful cheek leaning against his cheek, lying quietly.After waking up, the more I thought about it, the more I felt strange, very scared, and slightly excited.I closed my eyes and wanted to dream again, but I couldn't sleep well anymore.The next morning was for all to study, and they gathered in the rehearsal room on the ground floor, and they brought their own chairs to sit.Seeing her a few chairs away, thinking of that dream, felt very unnatural.She didn't look back at him, she lowered her head to knit the endless wool, her hair was tied into a ponytail, and she pulled it to her chest, revealing her white neck; she wore a string of milky white beads around her neck and a white seersucker dress .

Although she didn't turn her head back, she felt his gaze, felt the heat on the back of her neck, and the ever-expanding trace of sweat appeared in front of her eyes, and suddenly felt a kind of intimacy slowly entering her heart.She never looked back to catch his eyes alive, and when he timidly looked away, her neck felt cool, as if there was a blank space.Until the end of the meeting, the gap was still on the neck, which made her miss it a little.She stood up, walked by his side, and asked very accommodatingly: "Can you help me take the chair back to the room?" Her eyes looked at him earnestly, and he couldn't refuse, so he carried the chair for her. Went up to the second floor, entered the typing room, and put it down.This is a small room with only one window facing a door. On the wall is a calendar of movie stars. There is a washbasin stand in the corner with pink towels and two plastic shells under the shelf. thermos bottles, one green and one red.

"Would you like some water?" she asked him. "No more," he said. "You've never been here before, have you?" "This is the upper floor!" He joked. "You're a poor talker, too," she said. He was a little embarrassed, and strangely moved.At this time, the off-duty bell rang. "Off work." He said, a little regretful. "Let's go." She said very simply, and walked out the door with him, her head resting on his neck, and she saw his neck very closely.His face was on her head, and the distance itself had a kind of intimacy.She stood outside and locked the door for a while.He couldn't make up his mind whether to wait for her to go downstairs together, or go downstairs without waiting for her.In fact, both are fine, both are very natural, but he couldn't make up his mind, he hesitated and delayed going downstairs in time, but in the end he couldn't hold on, so he left first, and before he left, he didn't have time to say anything, so he became a little sneaky. That's what's really unnatural.She locked the door, went downstairs, pushed the cart out of the gate, got on the cart and rode forward for a while, and saw his thin and weak figure in the bustling crowd.The shirt was a little bigger, and it fluttered like a flag. His body was in the wide shirt, front to back, and there was a desolate loneliness.This solitude had a strange charm, as if drawing a quiet circle in a noisy world, separating him from the crowd, and gently accompanying him onward.

She rode a bicycle and followed slowly behind. She couldn't help but followed for a long distance, and suddenly realized that she had gone in the wrong direction, so she turned the car around.He gritted his teeth and cursed in his heart, scolding himself for losing his soul.When she got home, the man asked her why she was later than usual, and she only said that she had a meeting.The two ate lunch and took a nap with their arms around each other.They hugged each other even after taking a nap, and they were slowly sweating and wet.She put her hand on the man's sweaty vest, stroking it one after another, and the sweat drenched her palm.She remembered the traces of his sweat, and the traces of sweat, as she thought now, had a holy smell.Men are very different from men. She gradually lost her mind and lost sleepiness at all.When the alarm clock rang, the man tried to open his eyes, but he was not surprised to see her looking at the ceiling energetically.Asked why she didn't sleep, she replied that she was already awake.The two got up, washed their faces and went to work separately.

That day, when he was playing the piano in the office, she didn't go over, but just sat in her room.At this time, they all vaguely felt that something unusual happened between the two of them. They are already awakened, mature men and women, and things between men and women can be known without explicit words.He knew that she was acting on the occasion, but he couldn't help being attracted to her;She simply didn't understand what this man moved her.In this half of her life, she has been with too many men. She has met all kinds of temperaments and experienced all kinds of true feelings.If you want to say that he is more than others, except for that desolation, everything else is the same.And she always likes to be lively, and what she hates most in her life is being downcast and disheartened.This time it was different from usual, which made her angry and helpless.She only felt that the quiet breath on the man was very powerful, enough to calm her who was boiling.It was a stillness which she had never known, and which moved her more than any passion.She originally wanted to disturb his tranquility to make herself happy, but unexpectedly, his tranquility disturbed her own tranquility.I was too unprepared, I always thought that it was only others who were emotional, but unexpectedly I also moved.She underestimated him too much and was unprepared. Maybe all these reasons are not important. The important reason is very simple, that is, at such a time, such a place, meeting such a person is exactly in line with her mood at this moment, Temperament coincides.She had moved her own heart.However, although she was moved, she was not troubled. This kind of experience was too rich for her, and this time was just a supplement for her love.Although it was slightly different from her previous experience, she was sure that it was nothing, except as a diversion and exercise for her excess emotion and charm, and it would do no harm.Still calmly, there is still a little joy in my heart.But he couldn't help but feel distressed, this feeling is too strange to him, he feels panic about all strange things, but he can't hold back his curiosity, and his rationality keeps reminding him that he can never get rid of it. No more guilt.Although he hasn't done anything wrong yet, he has redoubled his diligence with a sense of atonement.Competing to do housework, never let go, and the competition is too intense, which makes people feel that they are making a fuss out of a molehill.After changing the sheets, he asked him to wash a few bamboo poles again.The cement floor was rough from his mopping, and the cool damp seeped into the mattress.In the dead of night, he would have a sudden impulse to wrap the woman's body tightly, caressing her with rare fiery passion.Especially for the younger daughter, there were suddenly many gentle movements, hugging her and kissing her, which made her very uncomfortable and screamed willfully.He had no choice but to let her go, but there was a sad expression in his eyes.The woman was secretly surprised and uneasy, and once asked him casually:

"Is that 250 girl in your place still crazy with others?" He was startled, and then said reluctantly: "That's it, she was very easy-going with people." The woman stopped asking, and said something else, but he said a lot of good things about her, and he said a bit too much, and he noticed it, and immediately stopped, with a look of embarrassment on his face.She pretended not to see, said some casual words, and instead covered him up.He was recovering slowly, grateful for her generosity in his heart, and couldn't help feeling ashamed. However, at this time of year, he wanted to see her very much. Every day when he went to work and sat in the office, he had to look at the window on the second floor opposite.If it is closed, you will feel restless; if you open it, you will feel at ease and even feel happy.That window was opened very understandingly, as if it was pouring out something, something was flowing out, passed through the scorching sun or the wetland with drizzling rain, and came to him, conveying something to him warmly.Sometimes, they meet at the doorway of the corridor, although they don't say anything, their eyes on each other are very meaningful.They guessed something for each other, and they both believed in something for each other.The surface is very calm, but the heart is at war.I suddenly became very interested in the boring work.Every night when I think about going to work the next morning, I feel a little excited, and my life becomes full.Every morning, on the way to the Cultural Palace, the sun is always so lovely, making people feel very peaceful.Even on rainy days, the rain makes people feel affectionate.In the afternoon, people began to slip back home early in the morning. In the huge yard, only his door and her window were often left open, and the other doors and windows were closed as if silently.They sat alone in an open space, and eventually became a little embarrassed. Often he flinched first and closed the door to go home. Only then did she feel bored, stopped for a while resentfully, locked the door and left.At this time, they all became very timid, afraid of seeing each other, afraid of talking when they met, and afraid of meeting their eyes when they had to talk, and avoiding each other a little.She didn't need to be embarrassed at first, but his embarrassed expression made the seasoned her feel embarrassed too.

Naturally, this situation couldn't escape the sharp eyes of everyone, and some discussions flew out, waiting quietly like waiting to see a joke, but in the end nothing came, and there was no movement, so a little impatient, he made up some plots in advance.That plot will never reach their ears, but they can also feel the strange eyes and deliberate alienation from everyone.He has never been afraid of alienation, but he is afraid of too much excitement, but now because of the unpredictable implication in this alienation, he is a little panicked, and instead takes the initiative in dealing with people.And she challenges this estrangement with contrived aloofness.But no matter what, they all clearly felt a silent public opinion.This public opinion tried to drive them apart, but in fact it brought them together, telling them things they dared not see through.That thing became more and more real, and it was between them, making it impossible for them to turn back.Thus, a strange thing was cultivated and grown in their artificial silence, in the deliberate alienation of everyone.

The embarrassment between them has reached such an extent that it is like an arrow with a taut string, ready to explode at any moment.The mood of the two was very tense and very excited.He, who was inexperienced, was tortured by this emotion so that he couldn't sleep at night; but she, because she knew more and was more experienced, absorbed more pleasure from it, but was also more touched. She could see the truth and falsehood better than he could.She was a little scared.She sensed the danger of the game.This danger does not belong to others, and she doesn't care about others. She is extremely selfish, and she doesn't hide this from others or herself.The danger she dreads is her own.She understood, so she was a little panicked.She felt disturbed in the deepest sleep of her soul and desires.She is very reluctant to admit this disturbance, wants to deny it and overcome it.If you give her a chance, let her go straight up to him, talk nonsense to him, hug and make out with each other, tender and affectionate, swear each other, and enjoy this impermanent love to the fullest, maybe the immature Emotions can be vented.But the silence around her, his cowardice, and her own panic did not give this opportunity, and instead contributed to a mysterious atmosphere, which was extremely beneficial to the growth of this emotion.She has always been a willful woman, the more she refuses to do things, the more attractive she is, and the more she loves to do them.This is also well known to her man, so he gave her what she thought was all freedom under secret surveillance.With this freedom, she has no interest, which is an important reason why she and the man can live in peace for many years.Therefore, at this time, although she was a little panicked, she was very curious.She wants to let it go and see what happens.There was a sense of adventure here, adding to the unprecedented color, and she shuddered with fear and shuddered with joy.And he also has this curiosity, although he is suppressed by his cowardice, security, and honesty, he never feels it.It seems that it is inevitable for human beings to eat the forbidden fruit and be punished for it.

All kinds of external and internal obstacles isolate them, and this isolation makes people have infinite imagination, and imagination cultivates love.They seem to have only discovered it overnight, and the love is gushing out, and a bright red sun hangs high.Both trembled.He just flinched and avoided, wishing he could hide himself in a hard clam shell to survive the crisis.No matter how much desire is in his heart, he can suppress it.This is not because of bravery at all, but because of natural cowardice and laziness.And it was time for her to act. On this day, he was playing the piano idly by himself, his fingers lazily crawling back and forth on the keys, and he didn't even know what he was playing.The hoarse piano sound echoed intermittently in the open space of the yard.Suddenly, she walked in, holding bright red wool in her hand, and most of the sweater had already been woven. It was an extremely complicated pattern, which seemed to have many layers, and the pattern of many layers protruded alternately, which looked very luxurious.Still knitting with both hands, she kicked the open door with her heel, and walked straight in.He couldn't help "hula" closing the bellows in a panic, buckled the belt, and unloaded the piano.I unloaded half of it and felt uncomfortable, so I put it on again, opened the belt, and then pulled it.I didn't know what to pull, and let the bellows slide down by itself, leaking air hissingly.

"Hey," she said, sitting down on a chair near him, "you pull yours." "Hey." He replied, and began to play a song that he suddenly remembered. After playing a few sentences, he remembered that it was the song that his youngest daughter learned from kindergarten and often sang: The production team raised a group of ducklings. . "Hey, stop pulling," she said again.