Generational Marriage

The night was blurred, the air was filled with the fragrant fragrance of jasmine, and unknown little bugs sang joyfully in the grass roots under the flowers. Lin Jinrong put the fan in his hand, got up, except for the coat, leaving only the light blue tube top, twisted the veil from the copper basin and wiped her body carefully.

Sitting not far away, Lu Yan looked at the book in his hand under the dim candlelight of the station. Hearing the sound of the water, he couldn't help but look up, and saw a blooming jasmine in the half-bright and half-dark shadow of the lamp. Unconsciously, he put the book in his hand and stared at Lin Jinrong's graceful back. A familiar and unspeakable meaning of heat, rising from the pubic area, wandering to the limbs, making him dry and unbearable. How long has he not seen Lin Jinrong's figure? He has never seen him since he was filial piety for the old man and the husband and wife lived in separate rooms the previous year.

When he thought of being in filial piety, a basin of cold water poured down his head, Lu Yan pursed his lips, and with difficulty, withdrew his eyes from Lin Jinrong's slender waist and porcelain-washed skin, and picked up the scroll again to take a closer look. It's just that those words seem to have long feet, and they are jumping around, so that he doesn't know what they mean when they are together.

Lin Jinrong turned his face sideways and secretly looked at Lu Yan. She did it deliberately, as she said, such as the morning dew, there is not much to come. Since she loves him, she wants to get close to him. Seeing Lu Yan lowered his eyes and didn't look at her, he couldn't say that he was a little disappointed and depressed, but also a little frustrated. He deliberately whispered in a low voice: "Erlang, I am a little itchy on my back, probably because of a mosquito bite. Come and see for me."

Today, if it weren’t for the fact that the road between Pingzhou and Qingzhou had just been smooth, the pedestrians walked together, resulting in too many pedestrians staying in the inn, and even the Tao’s room was squeezed into an old acquaintance. They were husband and wife. It is impossible to live in one place. A rare opportunity... How can there be such a good opportunity when you return home? She must not let it go.

Lu Yan looked back at Lin Jinrong, his eyes dark as a pool, but his face was serious.

"You're afraid of this. Why don't you go and squeeze with the seventh brother as soon as possible and make it clean." Lin Jinrong smiled at his demon...the water on his skin was shining brightly under the lamp, and the light blue thin tube top Being soaked in water and clinging to the undulating lines, it is a bit more attractive than not wearing it.

Lu Yan knew that he couldn't help swallowing just now, and he put the book calmly, got up and walked over to Bang Jinrong: "Who said I was afraid? I haven't seen it."

Lin Jinrong stayed silent, looking at him with half-downcast eyes. Every step he took... seemed to be walking in her heart, stinging, and shuddering. All the noise and heat around him seemed to be far away, ethereal and unreal. Only him in her eyes. Seeing Lu Yan approaching, she slowly turned around... and gently unbuttoned the tube top.

The light blue tube top flew down like a light cloud from her thin white and long fingertips, and fell on Lu Yan’s outstretched hand...like a piece of the lightest feather, a piece of the most beautiful petal, flicking The heartstring that Lu Yan had been tight on. He heard himself sigh softly, he saw that he had grasped the tube top, he saw Lin Jinrong as white as jade, beautiful and attractive butterfly bone, he even saw her vaguely, undulating breast line. He couldn't help thinking what it would be like to hold her slender and flexible waist tightly in his palm.

Lin Jinrong closed his eyes slightly and said softly, "Did you see it? It's just under the shoulder bone."

Lu Yan leaned over to look...I saw a bit of redness about the size of a pinpoint under the butterfly bone, a little red and swollen, and I don't know what insect bit it.

"Is it here?" He took out his finger and gently pressed the red dot, his voice trembled in a low voice.

"Yes." Lin Jinrong looked back and glanced at him lightly... his eyes looked like hooks.

With a soft "Zheng" sound, Lu Yan heard that the tense string in his heart broke, and a little black ink smeared from his pupils, dyeing his eyes into a bottomless pool. He had never seen such a charming Lin Jinrong. Before he could react, his actions had already preceded his thoughts. He grabbed Lin Jinrong’s waist and sucked on the small wound on her back. .

Like a fish out of the water, Lin Jinrong tried his best to stretch his body to an incredible angle, trying to find the water source, even holding his breath. She gently placed her hand on Lu Yan's hand that was holding her waist tightly, trying to turn around to face him, but she showed all her beauty in the most tender and seductive posture. In front of you, like an evening flower in full bloom under the moonlight, it is white, elegant, and charming, exuding a refreshing fragrance.

Lu Yan was ecstatic and moved his lips from the little red dot on her back to the blush on her chest. He wanted her, he longed for her, just like in a dream, wanting to toss her over and over again, he lifted Lin Jinrong's skirt somewhat rudely, and couldn't wait to reach out to explore her secret place.

Lin Jinrong was leaning on him, but his hand stopped him, half lost and half sober: "Erlang, have you figured it out clearly?" She is a bit bad, she deliberately tempted him, but she was afraid that he would regret it later. Resentment turned a wonderful thing into a tasteless, tiresome scum, so he stopped him at this critical moment and asked him if he thought about it. He is a filial son, and he calls himself a gentleman. If he feels that this incident will ruin his morals, then it is meaningless. Even in this life, she can only have this chance to say goodbye to him closely, and she would rather he remember her well than be mixed with other impurities.

At this time, her behavior was very dangerous. Lu Yan looked at her for a long while, and the dark mood in his eyes gradually faded. He looked at her a little bit arrogantly, not knowing what to do, just let go, it would hurt her heart, and if he continued, the previous feeling was gone. He is a little upset, is she deliberately tossing him?

Lin Jinrong's heart sank slightly, then smiled, gently pulled away his hand on her waist, twisted the kerchief from the copper basin, and continued to turn his back to scrub, and whispered: "There is a tube in my makeup box. Ointment, you went to get it and put it on the wound with me."

Lu Yan stood still and said nothing.

An indescribable embarrassment permeated the two of them. Lin Jinrong silently took the coat from the hanger and put it on, silently walked to the makeup box, ready to take the ointment. She doesn't regret what she did just now. This is her best years and brightest years. She loves him, so she wants to be close to him. It is already difficult for him to indulge his temperament to this point. But, is she just like this, just spend the last years with him in this way? Even greed can't do it.

The more she reached the end, the more she reluctant to bear this world. The more she reached the end, the more she fell in love with all of this, including the faces of everyone in the Lu family that she had never liked. After all, that was proof of life. Only when you live can you hate and love when you live. She thought she was strong, she calmly laid out the way forward, trying her best to arrange every step, but on this hazy moonlight, hot and humid night, in the noisy and poorly equipped inn, she suddenly discovered that she was so Helpless, so helpless. She is eager to live, she is reluctant to bear everything she has, including love and hate. She tries her best to catch it, but finds it really difficult.

A large drop of heavy tears filled with sorrow suddenly slipped from Lin Jinrong's eyelashes, and smashed to pieces on the makeup box inlaid with Luo Tian, ​​splashing the house full of sorrow and grief. Lin Jinrong bit her lip and opened the box with trembling fingers. The ointment is contained in a small hollow ivory tube dyed green, which can only be used after being picked out with a long and thin silver hairpin.

She squinted her eyes slightly, and inserted the slender silver hairpin into the ivory tube several times, but she did not do well because of shaking hands. Angrily, she threw the silver hairpin and the ivory tube onto the table, and started crying on the table.

Lu Yan suddenly woke up, strode over to hold Lin Jinrong tightly in his arms, patted her on the shoulder like a child, and whispered, "Hush, don't cry. Good." She rarely treats him this way, but he treats her like this. She is his wife, a well-knowing son from everyone, and he knows her shyness and self-preservation best. If it weren't for loving him, how could this be? Full of self-blame, Lu Yan kissed Lin Jinrong's eyes like raindrops, trying in vain to kiss her tears dry.

Lin Jinrong cried very sadly, as if to vent all her unwillingness and fear, all grievances and burdens, she tightly grasped Lu Yan's collar, repeatedly, lowly and softly against his ears: " I'm afraid of Erlang, I'm afraid of Erlang."

Lu Yan only felt sore in the corners of his eyes, but didn't know how to comfort her. Lin Jinrong has always been stubborn. She stubbornly walks in her direction and refuses to change her direction and thoughts by external forces. She is stubborn, stubborn to the point of stubbornness, which sometimes makes people feel unreasonable and even a bit hateful. . But at this time, she was so weak and helpless.

Lu Yan could only hug Lin Jinrong tightly, allowing her tears to wet the clothes on his chest, repeatedly stressing: "Don't be afraid, I am here. It's me who is not good, it's me."

As if to prove something, as if to comfort her, Lu Yan began to kiss Lin Jinrong passionately. At that moment, he understood his intentions. He wanted her to be happy. He still liked her laughing. Lin Jinrong's sobbing gradually stopped. She Hold him tightly in silence, forbid him to make the next move.

Lu Yan could feel her rejection, he asked her uncertainly, "A Rong?" Is she angry?

Lin Jinrong whispered: "Erlang, hold me tight, just hold me tight."

Sigh, I wanted to make a title of "greed=happiness", but I was afraid that it would be harmonized, so I had to change it for a while.