Moonlight Variations

Chapter 132:

Standing in front of the revenue station, Chuli bent over and looked at the box set that Shirakawa was holding as if he was holding a baby: "When did we live with a black brother?"

"What's the meaning?"

"...Literally, I think that this supermarket can have packages of this size. It should be attributed to the international residential area next to it. There are many black brothers living in it." Chuli raised his head and looked at Shirakawa, "Why, you Today, it’s hard to get rid of it. Are you going to do a wave of charity as a backtrack, door-to-door delivery, and by the way, popularize the African people with a wave of family planning?"

Jiukawa opened Chuli with his elbow and took out his wallet from his pocket: "Stop talking nonsense, start and open it, I will use it myself."

"Don't know if this thing will slide down when it's big? It's not unused."

"Don't you know how old I am? It's not unused."

"..."

Yes, the three illusions of men—

I am very big.

She climaxed by me and cried for mercy.

I don't stop nine times a night.

After paying the money, Hiukawa hugged his big box and walked away with oil on the soles of his feet. Churi picked up the bag with other food and followed behind the fast-footed Hiukawa buttocks... trot all the way out of the supermarket, man. Only then did he slow down, and waited for the panting behind him to catch up, he turned around to take the bag in her hand, turned around, and continued forward.

The speed does not decrease.

At noon, the sun was fierce. The man's flip-flops stepped on the ground and made "crunch" and "crunchy" sounds. The clean white T-shirt slid down from the waist of his pants as he walked... Chu Li followed him empty-handed, and looked at his face. He looked a little bit mean when he looked sideways, followed for a while, then raised his head, his gaze passed over the man’s broad shoulders—

Unconsciously opened his arms and hugged the man's waist with a "poof" from behind... The face was buried on his back and rubbed against him, and the smell of sunlight mixed with washing powder and bath liquid was smelling.

The pace of the person walking in front of him halted, and the curve of the originally cold jaw slightly eased.

"What are you doing?" Carrying two big supermarket bags, the man slowed down, and asked the man behind him who hugged his waist as he walked, "What do you want to play?"

Chuli followed him step by step, smiling: "It's nothing, I just want to hug you."

"...Is it a guilty conscience, realizing that he is guilty of questioning her boyfriend's size casually?" Shirakawa wanted to turn around and tap her head with his fingers, but now he has both hands carrying things, just unscrewing his waist, "I have a guilty conscience. Go, let go, don't give me a hug."

As soon as the words fell, the people behind him hugged hippies more tightly-with his hands clasped in front of the man's waist, his nose pressed against his back: "Hikawa."

Hirukawa: "What are you doing?"

Chu Li: "It's okay, just call you."

Hikawa raised his eyebrows: "...Is you sick?"

The corners of Chuli's lips twitched, and the heart of the full-chested girl was puffed up and kicked a certain bag in the man's hand: "Pour water yourself and throw it with Ergouzi!"

At this time, the two have returned to the neighborhood, and there are a lot less people around. The traffic and the noise of the crowd seem to be separated by a wall away from another street... The heavy plastic bag in the man’s hand was first presented. Kicked rattling.

"What are you talking about?" The man prolonged his voice, and turned to face her with a stern expression in a position of being embraced by Chu Li, "Yes, you have learned to threaten me."

"I didn't threaten you..." Chuli retracted his hand, and then tugged his shirt on the man's chest. The man bent down, and then saw the person in front of him stand on tiptoe and touch his earlobe. The short shaggy hair came to his ear and whispered, "Hikawa, I have a backache."

Warm heat blows from the auricle.

There was a sweet smile in the thief-like voice.

On one side of his face, the lips touched the soft cheek next to his face—this weekend, Chu Li went out without makeup, and his skin was fair and almost transparent in the sun, and he could almost see the cyan underneath her thin face. Blood vessels...

The tip of the tall nose rubbed her cheek: "Am I carrying you?"

Chuli sneered and moved a little away from him. He looked around and saw the steps in front of someone else's house next to him. He ran three steps and two steps over and stood on the highest step, beckoning to Hikawa. , The man walked over, bent down with his back to her, and she climbed onto his back.

When her body rose into the sky, she laughed, her nose arched close to the back of his neck like a dog, and her eyes were crescent-shaped: "Can you move with your back? Still holding something in her hand."

"Don't move your back." The big hand holding the supermarket plastic bag firmly supported her ass, but said coldly and ruthlessly, "You come down here."

"Then you throw away the supermarket bag, I won't come down." Chuli answered casually, climbing onto the man's shoulder, "I have a question for you for a long time. When we first met, the actor teacher didn't have a hand to tie the chicken. You can’t resist your shoulders or lift your hands. Since when did you become a strong man?"

"From the day I became someone's boyfriend."

"what?"

"When she fell asleep in the study, I had to be strong enough to carry her back to the room; when she was sick, I had to be strong enough to drag her to the hospital; when she couldn't walk and roll around, I had to be strong She carries her back home...I have to last until the age of a hundred in this Herculean state—"

The man’s voice is not hurried or slow, Chuli’s chin is resting on his shoulder, and when he turns his face, he can see that his lips are closed together, and he utters those words without thinking about it-without a belly, naturally-when he speaks, his She could feel her back buzzing and shaking.

Chuli wrapped his hands around his neck: "What about then, then, what about when it's a hundred years old?"

"After she dies, she will have to carry the coffin."

"..."

Chu Lihuan loosened his hand on his neck and asked "What did you say?" thinking that there was something wrong with his ears.

The man walked home slowly carrying her on his back, and said in a calm voice: "When we are old, you die first. If you close your eyes, don't worry about anything and go on the road—the tears of sons and daughters, grandchildren and granddaughters. I’m sobbing and crying, I’ll just listen to these things for you... You are such a crying person, and you will definitely cry when you have your braids up. Then your sons and daughters still think you don’t worry about what they do, I’ll have to give them to you. They explained: This is your mother's problem with crying, it's okay."

Shirakawa thought for a while: "Otherwise, no one can live in peace-thinking that if I die first, you brought our sons, daughters, grandchildren and grandchildren in the hospital, crying so softly that they even forgot to make the phone call at the funeral home. Thinking about it, I feel that I have to live two more years."

First gift: "..."

Chuli didn't know whether she should feel weird at this moment, or she obediently admitted that she was so **** touched...she let go of his neck, touched the man's hair honestly, and asked: " Then what?"

"What else is there then?" Hikawa stopped, probably really tired, straightened up and pushed up the person lying on his back, "You wait in front of Naiho Bridge, I'll wait a moment. It's time to chant."

Chu Li buried his face on his back, sneered, reached out and patted his shoulder: "Thinking far."

"This is being prepared for danger in times of peace." Shirakawa looked serious. "What do you know, I am a strict person."

Yes Yes Yes.

A rigorous person.

There is such a straight man in the world—

When you said to him "the moonlight is so beautiful tonight", in his mind, you have already taken your hand;

Rolled the sheets;

Stepped into the sacred marriage hall;

I will have a pair of children with you in the future;

What did the son grow up to do, and the daughter is not allowed to marry when he grows up;

When your children grow up, you will be grey-haired with him;

In the sunset, the old man and the old lady are walking by the river holding hands

; Finally, he even thought about what your mourning hall would look like. Black and white don’t have to be, if it’s the pink of a girl’s heart...

The tombstones are carved with Kitty cats.

"Thinking too far, I haven't decided yet whether to marry you or not."

"That won't work, you are already my person, you must marry me in ancient times."

"What if my parents don't like you poor scholar?"

"Just tell them that you like my poor look."

"..."

There was a little chat, and in a blink of an eye, I reached the door of the house. Er Gouzi heard footsteps from a distance, walked out of the house against the big sun, crouched on the iron door and barked, his long nose came from the crack of the iron door. Arch out.

Shirakawa turned around, and Chuli reached out and touched the dog's nose.

"Tsk, did you touch the dog? Let you open the door!"

"...I didn't bring the key."

"Don't bring your brain...Come down."

The noon sun shrank their shadows under their feet, short, but overlapping and inseparable.