Chapter 15 Section fifteen

Section fifteen Toh and Shishi have nowhere to go. Out of "Laffney", the two walked together for a while.The rain was still pattering down.Tou and Shishi are holding an umbrella, and he can smell the faint fragrance of Shishi.Tou didn't want to be obediently given 10,000 yen by Shishi as usual, and then pushed into the taxi.Shi Shi finally came back to him tonight, and he didn't want her to go back to her husband. However, Tou and Shishi have nowhere to go.For the historian of poetry, her husband is coming home soon; as for her own home, her mother is also coming home soon.In the rain, sidewalks, roadways, intersections, traffic lights... everything becomes hazy.

"where are we going?" asked the history of poetry. After leaving "Laffney", Tou said "follow me" and walked straight forward with the history of poetry.However, there is no clear destination in Tou's heart.He just didn't want her to go back. I have never been to a love hotel.Although he had never been there, he knew what kind of hotel that kind of place was.That kind of place is too vulgar, and Tou doesn't want to bring the history of poetry to such a place.His relationship with the history of poetry is not the same as that of those people.Those improper relationships between men and women that pervade the whole society are in no way comparable to his relationship with the history of poetry.

"Follow me." Toh said it again, and called a taxi. Although Shi Shi was a little worried, he followed Tou and got into the car.When Tou opened the umbrella, he turned most of the umbrella to Shishi's side, so his left half was completely wet.Even so, Shi Shi's clothes were still wet by the rain, and he no longer felt like he had just been taken out of the washing machine.Tou has a sense of guilt for pulling the history of poetry out of such a safe place, and at the same time has a wild sense of accomplishment. "My father's design office is nearby, and there won't be anyone there at this time."

After telling the driver the destination, Tou explained to Shi Shi.The history of poetry did not speak.There is a rainy smell in the car. The sense of guilt and accomplishment continued to expand in Tou's heart.It was the first time for him to bring out the history of poetry like this.In the past, whether it was going to a restaurant or a bar, it was always epic that took him there.Toh has nothing to do but wait, no matter whether it is a party or a performance, without exception. Tou hugged Shi Shi's rain-drenched shoulders with both arms, and put his lips on Shi Shi's wet hair to make Shi Shi feel relieved.It seems that it is not me who is being tortured by anxiety and excitement, but the epic.

The windshield wipers in front of the car made a rhythmic sound.Through the rain-soaked windshield, you can see Tokyo Tower glowing slightly red in the rain. Tou asked Shi Shi to wait in the car, and then got out of the car to his father's house—a place only fifteen minutes away from his design office—to borrow the key.This is the first time he has been to his father's house. "I want to borrow your design office." Tou stood at the door and said.Dad has changed into pajamas and looks like he is going to rest.After hearing the words thoroughly, he asked in surprise, "Now?"

"Well. Now." There are women's sandals and children's sneakers at the door, and there is a doll in the shoe cabinet. "What's the use? Is there someone else with me?" On the wall in the corridor is the plaque that Tou had had since childhood. If Toh wasn't ready to answer, he just stood there silently. "Yes or no……" Dad spoke, "Are you sheltering from the rain?" There was a wry smile in his voice, he didn't know how to answer, Just said "I'm so sorry it's so late." "It seems that you have no other choice."

Dad said with a wry smile. "Tell your mother if you live there." Tou nodded, although it was impossible for him to tell his mother. Dad handed Toh a bunch of keys. Shi Shi has been waiting in the car. For some reason, Tou felt a little surprised.In fact, even if the history of poetry left, he felt that there would be nothing he couldn't figure out. "Borrowed?" The history of poetry asked. Tou waved the key in front of Shi Shi's eyes. "let me see." Shi Shi held the key in his hand and looked at it, and suddenly burst out laughing. "Design office? That means we are going there now? I can't believe it, isn't this too ridiculous?"

Toru also laughed at the way she spoke. "Design office? Where is it? Why are we going there?" The history of poetry kept asking.The voice is not loud, so happy, but showing a bit of sadness... There is only one electric stove on the cooktop.I boiled a pot of water thoroughly, and made two cups of instant coffee. The design is not big, and it's quite messy.The two of them collapsed on the leather sofa as soon as they entered the room, followed by a burst of Wushan cloud and rain.Both of them couldn't wait, as if they came here purely for making love. The fluorescent lights in the room were too bright and too harsh.Even with the shutters up, you can only see a path outside.Desks and drafting tables were strewn with papers.There is also a photocopier, which is an eyesore in the room.

The epic breasts are plump, and the skin that has been carefully cared for is white, tender and smooth, exuding a faint sweet fragrance.The contrast between the things in the design office and Shishi's body was too great, which made Toru even more excited.She lifted Shishi's white T-shirt, put her face between Shishi's breasts and stroked gently, and Shishi's T-shirt was only half off.Making love here was a completely different and new feeling than having sex in the sublimely lit bedroom of Epic, on her luxurious big bed. "Here's your coffee." Tou gently handed the coffee to Shishi, who took it with a smile.A lot of the makeup on her face has been removed, and she has turned into a plain face.

"do you know?" The history of poetry says, "If you put on the lipstick immediately after eating, it will still be in good condition. But it is very difficult to put it on like now." After listening to it, the words of the history of poetry are so blissful.Moreover, Tou thinks that the history of poetry does not need to wear lipstick at all. Drinking hot instant coffee, there is a long-lost feeling of peace of mind. "After coffee, I have to go back." The history of poetry seems to speak to itself.The hands of the watch pointed to more than two midnight.

"Stay a little longer." Tou tried to say, "Stay until morning, and then I'll take you back." Poetry history did not agree, she shook her head with a smile and said, "No. Even if I'm not a good wife, I can't spend the night outside at will." "Why don't you call home." Uncharacteristically, Tou insisted on keeping the history of poetry. "No way." Shi Shi said it again, then put the coffee cup on the floor and stood up. "Let's live together." Tou blurted out.Then there was a silence.Finally, Shi Shi raised his hands like a foreigner, "Please forgive me." Tou didn't speak, he didn't want Shi Shi to return to Asano's side.The two of them just stood there staring at each other. "Sorry." Said subconsciously. Although he didn't want Shi Shi to go back, he still gave in heartily.Tou's words always go against his true wishes. In the air-conditioned cafe, Yuri sat at the window seat while eating the 980 yen lunch set - French gratin shrimp, salad plate, bread and coffee, while happily asking, "How was the class reunion yesterday?" Asking such a question as soon as he sat down really surprised Kouji.But Koji thought again, he didn't do anything wrong, so he replied relaxedly, "It's nothing." In fact, the class party was organized fairly well. "This is delicious." You used a fork to fork a piece of grilled shrimp with milk and sent it to Koji.That thing looked sticky to Geng Er, and it was impossible to taste it.But in order not to explain to her why he was drunk, Geng Er had no choice but to hold it in his mouth, and then swallowed it in one gulp.Even so, he almost threw up, and quickly took a sip of water. "Then you must have met Hashimoto's girlfriend?" Yuri continued to ask with great interest, "No, I haven't seen it." The third year of Hashimoto University finally got a girlfriend.When he heard this important news at that time, Kouji found it very interesting, so he took the trouble to urge Hashimoto to introduce it to everyone, but now he is not very interested in it. "What kind of person will it be?" Kouji looked out the window while perfunctory Yuri.That is, one night's work, today has become a cloudless and sunny day.Because of the high temperature, the air outside looked like it was going to rise through the glass windows. Yoshida's doll's head was a little disheveled, she opened her eyes and greeted Koji, "Good morning." Although they were wearing clothes, the two of them slept in the same bed.Koji racked his brains and couldn't figure out why this happened. "How do you..." He asked Yoshida, "Why are you here?" Yoshida grinned (this is the only word to describe her way of laughing), "Don't worry, I didn't do anything." Although he didn't answer Geng Er's question directly, Geng Er was relieved when he heard it, and it showed on his face.So Yoshida grinned at him again. Koji made Yoshida a cup of Yuri's special black tea and handed it over. "By the end of the three meetings, there were no trams. You said you wanted to take a taxi home. I asked you if you had any money, and you said yes. But I didn't bring any money. I wanted you to give me a ride. You said that if I went to your place That's fine, so I'm coming to you." Yoshida finished speaking in one breath while drinking Yuri's special black tea.Geng Er took a lot of effort to understand.Even if this is not the case, Kouji is already a headache enough, it is almost noon now, and he and Yuri have a date during the day. "Where are the other guys?" Koji asked. Yoshida grinned and said he didn't know. The black tea was finished, but Yoshida still didn't seem to want to leave. "It was your mother just now? What's the matter?" It appears she heard the call.Geng Er had come back to his senses at this time, he said angrily, "It has nothing to do with you?" Then he lit a cigarette angrily. Before going out, Yoshida said to Koji, "Thank you for letting me stay with you for one night, let's get back together." "Geng Er, are you unwell?" Yuri asked.The prawns in gratin have been eaten. Geng Erxin said it was bad, and quickly explained, "How come, I've seen you." Koji put out his cigarette in the ashtray, "I drank too much yesterday, after all, I'm working..." "Are you too tired?" Yuri looked at Kouji half worried and half suspicious. "Are you going to work tonight?" You wiped your mouth with a tissue and asked sweetly, "How about we come over to your place early and have fun?" Koji knew that Yuri was not acting like a baby, in a sense she was comforting herself.But he didn't want to go back to the apartment right now.Although nothing happened in the morning, why don't you want to go back... Olivia Newton John's "Jolyne" is a song that the history of poetry likes to listen to. afternoon. In the sunny living room, Touzheng was listening to a CD alone. As a result, the history of poetry did not go back.The two hugged each other on the sofa until dawn.They didn't make love, just lay on the sofa hugging each other.Tou is a little sentimental, he knows that the history of poetry is the same as himself, but he cannot do without the history of poetry. "You're so cunning." After Tou said "I'm sorry", Shi Shi said helplessly. "Why are you apologizing at this time? How can I return it?" She said, smoothing her hair up with her diamond-ringed finger. "Really, you are too rude, aren't you?" Looking at the history of poetry, it seems that he is about to cry.Her hair and clothes were disheveled and wrinkled, and she was not at all like the original decent epic. "Sorry." Toh apologized again, and he realized that he was the one who was about to cry. Then there are kisses.They kissed frantically and collapsed on the couch together again.Tou was worried that he was hurting Shishi.Shi Shi's two hands held Tou's cheeks, and her fragrant lips were completely open to Tou. "I love you so much!" "Crazy in love!" "really can not believe it!" When the two kissed, Shi Shi kept saying with emotion. After a few minutes of frenzy, neither of them wanted to wake up. "Press you or not?" Tou asked.Shi Shi shook his head, "This sofa is really nice." The sofa is not worth much. Although it is not big, it just sleeps two people. Tou closed his eyes, right in Shishi's arms..., "we will be together forever." The history of poetry said softly, "Even if we can't live together, we will always be together..." Tou didn't speak. The two of them spent the night on the sofa, half asleep.When the sky outside the window began to turn pale, the two drank another cup of instant coffee.Apart from coffee, there is nothing else to eat in the design office.The rain has stopped. "Call?" Ask about the history of poetry. "No, just go back and forget it." Shi Shi smiled and said. Tou did not retain the history of poetry this time. The air outside was crisp and cool, and everything was still dripping with water.You know, today will be a good day.He did what his father told him, and left the key in the mailbox outside the door. Tou and Shishi held hands and walked to the road where they could call a car.An unbelievable feeling enveloped Toru, one full and one lonely... At dawn, the small roads in the city center are very quiet. "You go first." Tou stopped a taxi and said to Shishi.Shishi's expression at that time is still imprinted in Tou's mind.Toh thought to Olivia Newton John in the living room, where her mother wasn't there. Full of sentimentality but smiling so brightly, in Tou's heart, only the history of poetry can do it. Shi Shi smiled at the open car door, stared at Tou and said, "I'm not a teenager pretending to be lonely, I don't want to be alone anymore..." Shishi got off the car, turned around and said to Tou, "Thank you for giving me a call." "I'll still call you." Then, Shi Shi told the driver the destination and leaned back on the seat without looking back. The taxi quickly disappeared from Tou's field of vision. The history of poetry is still the original history of poetry.Although her clothes were wrinkled and her make-up had fallen off, it was still the original epic—gentle and beautiful, quiet and generous.