Chapter 132 Give You a Pill of Regret

Shan Chong was very obedient when he slept alone, but he was not the kind of person who could sleep all night long. After he got Wei Zhi, it was like a child getting a comfort pillow, and he could sleep with her until the sun was high in the sky...

But usually I open my eyes at around seven or eight in the morning, pick up the little girl who rolls around in every corner of the bed every day, hold her in my arms, then close my eyes and take a good nap.

But I no longer have those bizarre and strange dreams.

Dreams reflect the most regrettable things in life or because you miss someone too much, dreams take you to see them.

It's like briefly getting what you've always dreamed of in a parallel world, but after waking up, the sequelae of the symptoms that only treat the symptoms and not the root cause make you feel even worse.

And Shan Chong had indeed not stepped onto the competition stage in his dreams for a long time.

He always dreamed about the PyeongChang Winter Olympics, and his second and third jumps. He did not choose a 2160° horizontal rotation but a cork?? An 1800° pivot rotation. He stood still, and then he stepped onto the podium to cheers in various languages...

It's strange.

At one time, he really didn't think the failure in the Pyeongchang Winter Olympics was a big deal.

Thinking back, I realized that at that time, he naively believed that he still had a lot of time and would have the chance to participate in the next Winter Olympics.

After he retired, he often dreamed of being on the final stage of the competition. He did not make any mistakes, he won a medal, and he gave a satisfactory answer to his country, his coach, and himself as an athlete.

He almost thought he would never be able to get out of these nightmares.

Until that night, the second day after returning to Changbai Mountain, he had another dream.

In the dream, he was wearing clothes similar to those worn by countless training teams, with the five-star red flag embroidered on his arms and chest.

He stood on the competition platform waiting to start, surrounded by spectators. The official language of the broadcast was Chinese. They said that the next competitor to appear was Shan Chong, a Chinese snowboard big air athlete.

——It was not Pyeongchang, but the Beijing Winter Olympics that he dreamed of for the first time.

Under the blue sky, the white snow reflected the bright light, shining on his snow goggles. He held the railing of the departure platform with his hand, and the cold metal handrail felt real to the touch.

Wang Xin appeared inexplicably, stood behind him, folded his arms and said, "Don't take risks, just stay calm and you can get the sign."

He said, oh.

As he bent down to adjust his bindings again, there was thunderous applause from the audience, and he was ready to start amidst the applause...

Then he woke up.

When I woke up, it was not yet fully light outside the window.

It was snowing in Changbai Mountain. The snowflakes hit the windows, making a slight sound. The cold wind outside the window could not reach into the house. The heating in the hotel room was sufficient and even a little hot.

Under the fluffy duvet, the little girl slept very restlessly.

Probably because it was hot, half of her body was outside the quilt. Her arm was draped limply over his chest, and one of her legs was also tucked outside the quilt...

The hem of the nightgown was messy and all the way down to the thighs, showing a little bit of the crotch and pattern. It was white cotton and had a bear pattern on it.

She lay on her side, hugging the quilt and him inside the quilt like a koala, with her head buried in the pillow, sleeping soundly.

...I was sleeping soundly.

But as soon as Shan Chong moved, she woke up.

“Men don’t shed tears easily, and once they shed tears, they are like atomic bombs” is not a random saying. After what happened in the afternoon, perhaps she was a little overwhelmed by her boyfriend’s reaction. For the next whole day, Wei Zhi treated him like her own son——

If he really had to go to the toilet, I would want to follow him in and help him.

At this moment, she was dazed and felt the person in her arms move. She said "hmm" and raised her head. Before the man could say anything, her soft paws, which still carried the scent of her body milk, came over and touched his face: "Are you having a nightmare?"

Judging from her tone, she seemed like she was still in a dream.

Shan Chong sighed, and at the same time her fingertips moved from his chin to his lips, touched them twice, and then pinched his ears——

It wasn't intentional.

It is a subconscious behavior when one is sleepy.

Shan Chong held her wrist and rubbed her wrist artery with his thumb… The little girl struggled, opened her eyes in the moonlight, raised her head and glanced at the man: "What did you dream about?"

The atmosphere around is relaxed and peaceful, giving people a sense of being entangled in time and space, with the illusion that they can’t tell whether it’s a dream or reality… The applause of those people in the dream is still ringing in my ears.

Shan Chong himself chuckled a little, "Imagination."

The person in his arms rubbed against him. Originally, her chin was resting on his arm, but now she changed her position and leaned on his shoulder. Her soft hair rubbed against his neck. She said, "Dreams are the most reflective of a person's inner thoughts."

He pinched her fingertips and played with them without saying a word.

"What did you do in your dream?"

"...Winter Olympics," maybe the night atmosphere made him relax his guard, and some embarrassing words suddenly became easier to say, "Beijing."

She yawned. "Want to go?"

"Not necessarily."

He was still speaking insincerely.

"Shan Chong, close your eyes and imagine what would happen if you gave up now."

"?"

She felt the man she was leaning on stiffen for a few seconds, but she half closed her eyes and ignored him.

Just talking about yourself.

"About a year from now, you are sitting in the audience, the one who applauds your former teammate - you see him flying off the stage, his first jump, he might do a fs-cork-1800°, right?" she said slowly in a non-aggressive voice, "You might be thinking, why didn't he try for a 2160° or even a 2340° in his first jump, is he a coward?"

In the hotel room, only the floor lamp was on, emitting an almost inconspicuous light.

She sounded like she was talking in her sleep.

"You feel sorry for him. You sit on the stage and think, if it were you, you would definitely not do this -

But when he landed safely and the audience around him started to applaud, you had no choice but to start applauding, and then you suddenly realized that you were just a spectator. "

She is actually quite suitable to be a kindergarten teacher——

The storytelling is inexplicably very immersive.

Lying on the bed, holding her in his arms, he felt as if he was really sitting at the competition site according to the scene she described. In the audience, he felt jealous and disdainful. He wondered how such a person without any fighting spirit could waste a place in the competition. He was anxious about how Wang Xin would arrange the three-jump plan for others...

Thanks for the invitation. I'm already getting anxious.

"In the second jump, he tried a double cork 1800°, which is a very difficult move. You were worried for him."

As Wei Zhi spoke, she felt Shan Chong's hand, which was originally playing with her fingers, stop.

"He didn't land well, his butt went out, he landed on his back edge, and he fell. The commentator sighed at the commentary desk and said that this move was a bit risky."

She continued, "You were sitting in the audience, puzzled by the double cork, and thought that it was the best choice to do a 2340° after the 1800° pad... But amid the sighs of the people around you, you realized that you were just a spectator."

While he was stunned, the hand that she was not holding gently brushed his neck.

"From the third jump, he was already more than a dozen people ahead of him. There were Americans, Canadians, and Australians ahead of him. His mentality collapsed, and he gave up. He flew straight, did a mute, pulled the board, and ended the semi-finals."

The man was silent.

"Amid the polite applause from the audience, the commentators sighed and said, 'Never mind, this is fine. Let us thank...' She thought for a moment but couldn't name a name, 'thank this Chinese athlete for the wonderful triple jump he brought us.'"

In the description, she was very close to him and could hear his heartbeat quickening and beating strongly in his chest.

So she paused.

"You sit there and think that your coveted spot is being wasted, but there's nothing you can do about it. You're just a spectator."

【You are just a spectator. 】

This short sentence was like hypnosis. It was repeated three times, and the last time was like a thunderbolt.

The little girl's hand slid from the man's neck to his chest and patted him gently. Her soft and level voice became the only sound besides the wind and snow outside the window.

"Sitting in the audience, you closed your eyes and thought to yourself, how nice it would be if this was a fucking nightmare. If there was a regret pill in the world, you would spend the last penny on your bank card to buy the regret pill and swallow it in one gulp..."

She got up.

"When you open your eyes, the regret medicine will take you back to a year ago. A year ago, the Winter Olympics had not yet started. The Sports Bureau told you, Shan Chong, that each country is limited to three participants in each event, but the host country has one extra quota, and this quota is not even restricted by the points of the Snow Federation... You just have to get points. If you can't get enough, we will squeeze you in. Although the process is not so glorious, our good results will make everyone shut up-"

The clean white duvet fell from her shoulders.

The girl used her hands and feet to climb onto the man's waist, straddled him, and sat firmly.

She was fully awake, her seaweed-like hair loosely and softly draped over her fair and soft shoulders. She bent slightly and moved closer to the man.

With both hands, he gently tapped his nose a fist-size area in front of it.

The man was stunned.

Then she saw the person sitting on her, tilting her head and looking at her. Her round eyes were still bright in the dark night. She curled her lips slightly and said, "Welcome back. Is the regret medicine strawberry flavored?"

…

The big hand clasped the arm which was a little cold because it was exposed outside the quilt for a long time.

Compared to his skeleton, her entire body, except for the key part on her chest, seemed to be only the size of a palm, so he could hold it with one hand.

He pressed her shoulders against his chest and felt her warm breath on his nose.

The two were very close.

In the darkness, they stared at each other briefly.

With a small scream from Weizhi, she was pushed into the bed with the rustling sound of soft bedding. She had a white body, white sheets, and a white nightgown. Only her hair and eyes were black...

In the darkness, the black and white are strikingly distinct.

The hand supporting her hair was slightly bent, he leaned over, his hot breath enveloped her and then captured her lips, his soft tongue entangled inside, she was stunned for a moment and then relaxed...

She wrapped her arms around his neck and inserted her soft fingertips into his hair. She felt the roots of his hair, and the electric current-like touch spread from his scalp to his spine and then throughout his body.

"He's a good storyteller."

He sucked her lower lip, his voice slightly hoarse, with a little annoyance at being entangled by her and a well-hidden, almost inaudible excitement.

As soon as he finished speaking, he thought she would whimper and beg for mercy or hide from him like before, but he didn't expect that the hands on his neck didn't move at all...

The person lying under him curled his lips at him, smiled brilliantly, and said in a slightly coquettish voice: "Of course, I'm in the business of telling stories. In the industry, this is called a special second-person perspective--"

She didn't finish her words.

The next second his eyes widened.

When the man pulled his hand out of the quilt, he wanted to throw her bear print on the ground. She said "ah" and "I just changed into it and I still have to wear it". Then she thought something was wrong and said "What safety equipment do you want to do? Anyway, I don't have any"...

He ignored her completely, and casually rolled up the small piece of cloth in his hand that inexplicably had a faint milky scent, and stuffed it into her hand: "Then you hold it yourself."

Weizhi was confused and grabbed his bear print.

Seeing the man lift the quilt, he said calmly: "You tell a good story. I won't do anything, just reward you."

…and then he really didn’t do anything.

The person just crawled into the quilt and disappeared.

She was under the quilt, stepping on his shoulders. At first she had the strength to kick around, but later she had no strength at all. Only her collarbone was sticking out of the edge of the quilt, and her originally fair skin was now red as if it was on fire.

Her calves were lazily hooked around his back, she clenched her back teeth, and covered her mouth tightly with both hands without making any sound, only her breathing through her nose relaxed or heavier with the rise and fall of the quilt.

The corners of the eyes are slightly red.

She dragged her legs, which were as soft as plasticine, and wanted to ask him if he had made enough noise. However, before she could say anything, the words turned into tiny moans when they came to her lips...

An exhausting one.

She reached under the quilt, trying to grab him out and explain the truth to him.

I only felt the cold hand when it entered the quilt, but someone took the opportunity to hold my hand and turned me over.

She lay on her stomach on the bed, her nightgown bunched up around her waist.

"Oh, don't do that!"

With a scream, she knelt forward, and her ankle was grabbed and dragged back to the bed.

The snow outside the window had turned into a goose-feather snowflake mixed with snow grains, and the sound of the snow hitting the window disappeared. In the room filled with an ambiguous atmosphere, there was only the sobbing of the little girl who seemed to be on the verge of collapse forever.

…

When the sun peeked out from the horizon.

【Chong: Did you get up?】

【Accumulate virtue and do good deeds: 1】

【Chong: Did Wang Xin really send you yesterday’s video?】

【Ji De Xing Shan: Well, you still dare to ask? You are really good, secretly setting off a smoke bomb at Songhua Lake Ski Resort and then running to Changbai Mountain... and even using Changbai Mountain to perform a large-scale extreme sports competition-themed sad TV drama, even Korean dramas don't dare to perform like this. 】

【Doing good deeds: TVB might. 】

【worship:……】

【Chong: What was the reaction at home?】

【Ji De Xing Shan: I don’t know. They went back to their room after watching the video last night. We should give them some time to digest it, right?】

[Doing good deeds: Let me see what you eat in the morning. If you eat a normal breakfast, it means you have a chance. If you don’t…]

【Accumulate virtue and do good deeds: Can you consider spending the New Year with Wang Xin in Changbai Mountain or Jilin? 】

【worship:.】

【婍德做善：No? Why can't you keep your cool? I thought you wouldn't ask and would just wait for the result.】

【Chong: Originally I could keep calm.】

【Chong: I was disturbed and couldn't keep calm anymore.】

【Accumulate virtue and do good deeds: Ah! Jiji is gone! 】

Even nicknames are used, these two chat a lot.

Shan Chong ignored her and turned his head along the screen of his mobile phone. The girl who was named was curled up beside him, with the straps of her nightgown hanging loosely on her arms, her eyes red, and she was holding her own bear-patterned fabric in her hands...

She looks just like a pure girl who was persecuted.

The man turned over and moved closer to her. As soon as his breath got close to her, she let out an "Ahhh" and frowned coquettishly, then shrugged her shoulders to avoid him as if she was avoiding some dangerous wolf or tiger.

He curled his lips, dragged her back, and hugged her back into his arms. She lay on top of him.

Feeling aggrieved.

Just two slippery legs rubbed against his legs.

His eyeballs rolled around in his sockets.

He raised his hand and patted her butt to signal her to be quiet and not move. The sound was unusually crisp and bouncy through the thin layer of fabric through her nightgown. She exclaimed "Ouch" and simply rode on his thighs.

Shan Chong didn't move, he put his hands on her waist and looked down at her.

She pouted and asked, "What?"

Shan Chong said expressionlessly: "Go down."

Wei Zhi: “You carried me up here.”

Yes, that's right.

But he didn't let her ride on his thighs in this position.

She was wearing a nightgown.

At this moment, the hem of my skirt was in disarray, and the feeling of his thighs——

The veins on his forehead jumped. The man realized that she was seeking revenge. She was still holding a grudge against him after the beating. He lowered his eyes and spoke in a gentle tone that other disciples would never dare to dream of: "Stop making trouble. Go down... and listen to me."

As he spoke, he lifted his legs insincerely.

Her heartbeat quickened, and she fell on his chest as he pushed her. She raised her chin, and everything in front of her was hazy and her mind was fuzzy. She almost forgot that she was here to seek revenge...

Finally, she hugged his neck and began to sob softly, allowing him to feed her.

The man was sweating all over. He kissed her lips and tried to coax her. He told her that he went skiing alone without any safety equipment and asked her to be patient.

In the end, the little girl, who was so angry and humiliated, kicked her feet hard like a donkey.

My thighs were really kicked blue by her.

When she rolled herself up in the quilt like a caterpillar and rolled to the edge of the bed with her eyes closed without even looking at him, the man sat up and tried to grab the quilt from her again... As he was grabbing, he heard her let out a "hmm".

Her white and tender claws grabbed his phone, looked at the words that lit up on the screen, and said in confusion: "Why did Shan Shan tell you that your family had dumplings made by your aunt this morning?"

She felt the force pulling on her quilt suddenly disappear.

She tried hard to turn around and look at the man.

In silence, the two looked at each other for three seconds.

She hesitated for a moment, silently let go of the quilt wrapped around herself, moved her head, moved closer to him, stared at his slightly red eyes for a while, and was surprised.

Swallowing her saliva, she asked cautiously, "What's wrong with you?"

The man didn't say anything, he just took the phone from her hand and threw it aside without even looking at it.

I was scared by Weizhi.

"No, why do you seem to cry all the time recently? I didn't do anything wrong, did I?...Okay, okay, I don't want it anymore, is that okay? Are you treating me like a female hooligan who forces good women into prostitution?"

Her mumbling was swallowed by his lips and tongue.

As the sun rises, the snow outside the window has stopped at some point. Today in Changbai Mountain, it must be another good day for skiing.