sinovels Chapter 33 Sticky
Chapter 33 Sticky
It was May at this time, two weeks before the exam month, and it was almost the end of the semester, but it was time to be free.The first stage of school work has just ended, and the new home has finally been settled. I rarely feel the beauty of life, and even my sleep has become long and sweet.All day except for class, I would go home and spend time with Valentin. If he was not there, I would just check my phone and even start researching recipes. In short, I didn’t want to go out at all. Big opinion on me.
"How can you be as good as your elder brother now? You can't even make an appointment." He complained, "The new home didn't invite me to see it."
It’s not really my fault, I really wanted to invite him to play at home, but Valentin refused to agree, and I persuaded everyone to know sooner or later that Andrei himself was not straight and would never say anything.After hearing this, he squinted at me. I have lived with him for two weeks, and I have already figured out that his expression probably means that he strongly disagrees, but there is only one point in this sentence that makes him disagree.I was a little irritable for no reason, and my mood suddenly dropped, but I couldn't ask that sentence anyway.
Valentin is like this. When he doesn’t want to, 1 reasons can’t tell him to compromise, and he doesn’t like to say why. It’s all up to me to guess. Fortunately, most of the time I guess it is close to ten. If you are really not sure, go to If you ask him, you will probably get a disappointing or even sad answer.In order to avoid unnecessary sadness, I followed a certain experience and forced myself not to think about these things, and indeed I got unexpected joy.
These joys manifest in many ways.For example, on a weekend, on a whim, I listened to the nonsense of a friend in China, Chao Jinhan. When he heard that I had Valentin in his hands, he decided to come to Russia to "see what's going on." Less strategy, just send it to me.Among these Internet celebrity attractions, there is a White Rabbit restaurant that arouses my thoughts.The guide said that the White Rabbit restaurant is ranked in the top [-] in the world, and it is a Michelin panoramic restaurant, all of which are fine. There was a comment that this restaurant was the first date after confirming the relationship with my girlfriend, which woke me up. After a few days of confirming the relationship with Valentin, I didn't go out for a romantic dinner. It's really not my style.The main reason is that I moved in with Valentin within a few days of meeting, and skipped the step of having dinner and dating.
What others have, my Valentin will have too.So I immediately called to make a reservation. Fortunately, it is the off-season, and the next week's seat will be booked soon.I deliberately didn't tell Valentin. I estimated the time that day and drove to pick him up from work.
He hadn't changed his clothes yet, he was wearing a blue and yellow uniform with the hem tucked into his trousers, and my belt was still around his waist.My heart softened, and I rolled the window and waved at him. He was talking to a customer, and he didn't stop after seeing me, but kept staring at me, so I lit a cigarette with his gaze, and admired his waist while knocking on the steering wheel. Lines, ups and downs, I'm afraid only I know that at this moment, there are two round dimples on the lower back and waist that are shallowly sunken.
Just as he was in a daze, the cigarette in his hand was snatched, and when he looked up, Valentin leaned on the roof of the car and bent down, holding my cigarette in his mouth, and the words were vague, so it sounded very lazy: "Smoking is prohibited here." .”
"Didn't I learn from you, villainous leader." I raised my arms to express my innocence, watching him laugh while stomping on cigarette butts.Valentin loves to hear that he is bad.
"What the hell are you running here?" He opened the passenger seat and got in. "You won't be hatching today?"
Valentin couldn't understand me always laying dead on the bed, saying that I was hatching eggs on the bed, and when he saw me laying down, he reached out and pretended to touch me, and muttered, "Where is the chicken?" "Why haven't you hatched yet?" Come out" "There will be two more months of nesting, come on Ivan".Maozi, very mean.
"No more hatching, take my husband out for dinner today." I started the car and watched him pull back and change his clothes. There was a little edge of underwear stretched on his hips. I bought it for him last week.I always have a morbid sense of possession of his body, which is different from possessiveness. This sense of possession makes me always want to treat him like a Barbie, dress him up like a doll, put him on and take off one by one. , thus giving birth to some weird sense of satisfaction that "can only be done by me".Of course, he also noticed my abnormal spying. When he received the underwear, he scolded me for being sick and threw it over to tell me to wear it by myself, but he was still coaxed to wear it when I was on the bed. Take it off with your own hands.
He got dressed, the T-shirt fell down to cover the hem of his underwear, I looked away contentedly, stepped on the gas pedal and drove to the restaurant.After I went upstairs to the restaurant, I was rather smug, but I saw Valentin in a blink of an eye, but there was no reaction, as if I just went out to have a meal casually, turning a blind eye to my Michelin, panoramic view, and the world's top [-] logo.After the waiter took the seat and said a lot of opening remarks, I actually ordered today's menu a long time ago, but I still spread out the menu and waved at Valentin proudly: "What do you want to eat?"
"Didn't you all order the menu?" Valentin was holding his face, one side of his face was huddled, and he squinted over.My heart moved, I quietly took out my mobile phone, and flashed him a photo very quickly. In the photo, Valentin was holding his head with his legs crossed, his brows were slightly raised, the natural light from the 23rd floor hit him, and his eyes were so blue that they were dripping. .
I buried my head in it for a long time, touched the screen, put my hands together and leaned forward, raised my head and said, "You didn't ask why you came to eat today?"
He was staring out of the window in a daze, turned his gaze back after hearing this, shrugged and said, "You suddenly lost your nerve again."
I yelled angrily, and he burst out laughing, put down his crossed legs, sat upright and said, "Then why do you say?"
If I really wanted to say it, I was too embarrassed to say "I want to make up a date for you", and I was so ashamed that I would definitely be laughed at by him, so I stammered: "No, I have a friend who wants to come to Moscow, check I have visited a lot of restaurants, I think this one is not bad, I want to bring you here."
He raised his eyebrows and nodded meaningfully.I waited for a long time, but he didn't see any intention of speaking, so I glanced at him: "You have nothing to say?"
He was surprised: "Thank you for inviting me to dinner?"
"Oh!" I didn't want to talk to him any more, I hung my head and sulked for a while, but the anger was gone by the time the food was served, and I stood up to take a picture with all my teeth and claws, Valentin insisted on moving the fork, so I connected with him I also took a picture of my hand, and then I simply sent that picture to IG, and tagged it by the way.
While waiting for dessert after dinner, Valentin swiped his phone for a while, and suddenly laughed out loud: "#mysteriousdate?" Then he looked at me teasingly.
I was annoyed and ashamed, and shouted: "What's the matter? What's the matter? When you make an appointment, you only know how to eat, don't say a word, don't boast, and you deliberately block me when you take a photo. Is it plausible for you. Tag you too It’s really up to you.”
He scolded me for being sick, and laughed so hard that people at the next table looked over frequently.Later, when I got home, I saw that ig reminded me that Valentin had posted a new photo. I opened it excitedly and saw that it was a photo of dinner today. A table of Michelin stars was taken by him, and the words made me even more angry. Want to laugh - "It's delicious." Valentin commented.
When he didn't mean to irritate people, he made me very attached to him.
Sometimes when I was catching up at home, Valentin woke up in a daze in the middle of the night, walked over to look at it, and occasionally read a few sentences along, and then quietly said: "The words are not very good, but the writing is not bad." I heard I was flattered that this was a very high Valentin-like evaluation, and I took the opportunity to brag: "That's right, you don't know that I am a eugenic?"
Normally, he would definitely come back with a sneer, and would have satirized me. I don’t know if it’s because he didn’t wake up or what. He breathed a sigh of relief: "Very good." Then he added: "You are a top student. The first time I saw you, you were the only one among a group of bastards who looked dumb."
Sensing the vague emotion behind his words, I stretched out my arms to hug him, and rubbed my head on his belly coquettishly: "I saw me at a glance, which means I'm different. Tsk tsk, so you still fell in love with me at first sight?"
As expected, he smiled, rubbed the back of my head, and said quietly: "You are different."
"Knead again." I took his big hand and put it on top of his head again.Valentin fumbled my head a few times and was about to push me away, but I held him down desperately to keep him from moving.He cursed and patted me, but he didn't try to break free again, and let me hug him.
It was pitch black outside the window, and the mosquito bites on my arms were itchy. The shadows of the two of us were reflected on the glass window. The sound of cicadas, trees, and fan leaves did not cover the sound of Valentin's heartbeat. At this moment, I suddenly felt When I got to the resonance, I felt the trivial ordinary, and my heart was full; I thought maybe it was the magic of summer, or the magic of Valentin, or both, that sent me to the pinnacle of happiness, which came for a reason Yes, enough to show that I am extremely easy to satisfy.In a trance, I thought of my dad. I didn’t want much at all. What was his evaluation of “vanity and unconventionalism” was not what Brother Jun said about complaining about Russia, and it didn’t fit what my mother said, “I simply don’t know What can make you happy"; a little summer, a hug, sticky chest, itchy skin.
All I want is love.