I'm a substitute for my wife's Bai Yueguang...

Chapter 33

My wife and I walked up to the fourth floor of the teaching building, and came to the spacious corridor between Building A and Building B. The viewing angle here is good, and it is not easy to be spotted by the people downstairs.

I leaned on the railing and looked down. There was a sea of ​​people in the square. I couldn’t tell which one was the team of our class. Everyone was wearing uniform school uniforms and bathed in the bright sunshine and spring breeze.

"That's great." I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, which is the taste of youth.

My wife also put her hands on the railing and leaned over slightly. He closed his eyes like me, took a deep breath and then exhaled. When he opened his eyes again, there was a warm smile in his eyes, as if passing us The warm breeze on the wrist is like the bright spring light shining on the ends of our hair.

Two flying birds flew across the sky one after the other. My wife followed their trajectories with her eyes until the teaching building blocked her view. He turned his eyes back and looked at the square below.

The first warm-up dance has already begun on the stage. The youthful male and female high school students are dancing to the current popular background music, and their every move is full of infinite vitality.

Seeing all these young and vigorous high school students, people really can't help feeling that it's so good to be young.

It turns out that high school was so youthful and high-spirited.

If I were just an ordinary male high school student with a normal life trajectory in this school now, I would never realize how full of vitality I am at this time.

Even if you don't participate in the fights of the classmates, you will still show a smile because you are watching the fun; even if you are kicked out of the classroom by the teacher because you haven't finished your homework, and you will be mixed into the crowd when the class bell rings You forget the embarrassment and troubles just now; even if you fail in an exam, you can make up for the shortcomings under the explanation of the teacher or classmates, and learn new knowledge and problem-solving methods; Looking forward to the arrival of every tomorrow with this loving mood; even if I am embarrassed in front of the whole class, everyone will show a kind smile and forget it when they turn their heads...

Everyone complained a lot about the teachers and the school in their high school days, and never thought that one day they would miss it.

Perhaps these thoughts that I thought would never appear in the future have become evidence that I am no longer young at this moment.

I leaned against the railing and looked up to see the profile of my wife.

His fair skin has the immaturity unique to young people. He should be in his freshman year at the moment. Although he already has a mature and stable aura, in my opinion at the moment, he still has the same vigor as the group below. Like high school students, youth has unlimited possibilities.

And me, a soul that does not belong to this stage appears in this body, so I often have some disintegrating thoughts. My soul will be affected by this body, so I sometimes have some thoughts that fit this age, I am impulsive, restless, young and frivolous, but I sometimes do things that match my inner age, I will miss, sigh, and be bored.

At this moment, I looked at my wife's side face, my brain and my spiritual consciousness were connected together, and I calmly raised a question that had never appeared in my mind before-whether my soul and body will On which day they suddenly separated.

My wife seemed to sense something, he turned to look at me, and I looked at him too, my wife smiled slightly and asked me: "What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking about the opposition and unity of contradictions." I blurted out without thinking.

My wife laughed when she heard this.He is like the white-clothed boy who appeared in all high school novels. He just stood there and looked at you. It was just the breeze blowing through his hair, but you could clearly see his distinct eyelashes. The moment you meet your eyes, you suddenly feel that all the beautiful fantasies you have about innocence can be explained by him.

My wife looked into my eyes, he seemed to be aware of my emptiness, so he asked with a smile: "Then now, what are you thinking about?"

"Thinking of you." I looked into his eyes and replied without hesitation.

"Hmm." My wife responded softly and rolled her eyes.

We lay side by side on the railing, overlooking the lively and cheerful square below. The afternoon wind was warm, and the corridor was empty. My arm was pressed against my wife’s arm through the fabric of the school uniform. The fabric senses the other's temperature, but it doesn't affect my heartbeat in the slightest.

"Brother, aren't you tired?" I tilted my head and rested my head on my folded arms.

My wife was leaning on the railing, resting her chin with her palm, he looked down at me and smiled, "Are you tired?"

"My legs are a little sore from standing..." I blinked, the corners of my mouth curled down slightly, pretending to be pitiful.

Seeing me like this, my wife sighed amusedly, "Then let's go down for a walk?"

"Okay!" I jumped up happily.

My wife also straightened up from the railing, and he took my hand and walked to the corner of the stairs.Just as I was about to stretch out one foot to go downstairs, my wife dragged me back.

"Huh?" I looked at my wife suspiciously, didn't I just agree to go for a walk?

"Aren't your legs sore?" My wife looked down at me.When he, who is half a head taller than me, stares at me like this, he still feels a little oppressive.

"Ah?" I opened my eyes wide, and acted immediately after I realized it. While complaining aggrievedly, I reached out and rubbed my knees, "Ah, it's a little sore, my knees are so uncomfortable..."

While I was pretending, I secretly took a sneak peek at my wife's face, trying to see the changes in the expression on his face.

My wife let out a slight sneer from her nose, and I was done thinking.

Sure enough, in the next second, my whole body suddenly flew into the air, and my heart thumped fiercely, woo woo, how could you bear it, my wife, it’s fine for me to roll down the stairs, but what if it affects your happy life for the rest of your life? woo woo woo...

I closed my eyes tightly, and the pain I imagined did not hit.

"Why are you afraid of this?" My wife's smiling voice came from above my head.

I opened my eyes a little, and after confirming safety again, I opened my eyes fully with some fear.

My wife looked down at me with a hint of teasing in her curved eyes.

Wait, this angle, this feeling... I blinked, shit, I was actually held in my wife's arms, shit!Still a princess hug!Help!

My wife looked at the complex expression changes on my face and couldn't help laughing. He raised his legs and stepped down a step. I shook my head and quickly wrapped my hands around my wife's neck.

"Brother...isn't it good..." I buried my blushing face into my wife's neck, curled up my hands and feet, and tried my best to speak inarticulately.

"Aren't your knees sore?" My wife asked back.He carried me steadily down the stairs, but my heart kept beating hard.

"Ah, sour is sour..." I could only reap the consequences and continue to make up, "But you can still walk slowly when going down the stairs..."

"Or, are you worried that someone will see it?" My wife asked again.

"No way!" I raised my head from my wife's neckline with a proud expression on my face, "I wish they could all see how much my wife dotes on me!"

Although my wife smiled, she didn't let go of the strength in her hands.

"Brother, do you want to put me down for a while, this is the fourth floor..." I said distressedly.Although I'm not as tall as my wife now, I'm still this big. The weight of a male high school student is no joke...

"It's only the fourth floor, you lie down obediently." My wife said in a commanding tone.

I couldn't help but sigh that my wife's physical strength is really good. I suddenly remembered my wife's steady hand when she was shooting a sniper. It seems that I was reckless. How can I question my wife's arm strength?

I was hugged by my wife and walked down the fourth floor. When I walked down the last step, I tore off his collar with one hand, and grabbed his shoulder with the other hand, leaning closer to his white skin. A soft kiss fell on the side of his neck.

The strength in my wife's hand tightened suddenly, and when I raised my head, he still didn't intend to put me down.

"Brother..." Just as I was about to open my mouth to remind, I was blocked by a sudden kiss. My back was pressed against the wall at the stairs on the first floor. My wife's kiss was gentle and intense, and his breath permeated the air. between my nose.

I don’t know when my wife has let go of me, and our posture has become that I put my arms around his neck, and he leans against the wall with one knee bent, with one arm around my waist, and the other hand clasping the back of my head, oppressing me. Looking at me between the wall and him.

We kissed for a long, long time, and I heard the show start and end on the stage, and I was almost out of breath, but I didn't want to stop there.

Finally my wife let me go, his warmth left my lips, and he buried his head in my neck.

"I'll wait for you in autumn." My wife whispered in my ear.