Chapter 96 Why Don’t You Kiss Me?
Fingers rubbing fingers.
Toe to toe.
"Do you like me?" Shu Ming stared into his eyes unyieldingly, mumbling a little confusedly.
"I like you."
They were so close that the wave that had overwhelmed Liang Ruowen's heart also overwhelmed Shu Ming equally.
He recalled the sea under the scorching sun in Fredericksburg, glittering with starlight. A foaming wave crashed over him, and he inevitably choked on the water. The bitterness and saltiness of the water rushed into his mouth, and his nose became sore. Someone supported him from behind with an arm and said, "Swim, I'm right here."
He loves me.
"You love me." This was a tone of affirmation.
Liang Ruwen repeated his words softly: "I love you."
He has already opened his heart with pale words and handed it to the other party for scrutiny.
All his weaknesses, all his shameful deeds, everything he had that could be expressed in words and even things he couldn't express in words were laid out here nakedly.
"you love me."
"Yes, I love you."
They happily repeated these short sentences like fools until Shu Ming took the lead in interrupting this endless cycle.
He moved closer, whether intentionally or unintentionally, until their noses were almost touching. Their breaths blended together, and he seemed to be awake, his words slurred as he asked, almost like a whisper.
"So, what do people in love do?"
There were some almost transparent tiny hairs on his face, trembling inconspicuously with the circulation of air.
Liang Ruowen felt that he was completely drunk. If he hadn't drunk any alcohol, why would his brain feel such a numb and dizzy pleasure?
"What will you do?"
Liang Ruowen gently rubbed his fingertips across the red eyelids of the person in front of him, which were traces of crying. Finally, his fingertips stopped at the back of Shu Ming's neck, where he could feel a small section of bone. When he applied force with his fingertips, he was shaking.
What will you do?
Liang Ruwen chose to use actions instead of words.
He lowered his head little by little, without allowing any rejection.
In Frederick.
Under this lemon shelf that couldn't be more familiar.
In the summer when Shu Ming was twenty years old.
They exchanged a light kiss.
Yes.
People in love, they kiss.
This is an absolute, undoubted fact.
**
I forgot which movie this was from.
Shu Ming recalled a leisurely afternoon when he rode through the streets of the small town wearing sunglasses and went to the only cinema to watch a movie.
It was a boring movie about love, and the notebook he brought was of no use, so he pushed his sunglasses to the top of his head, leaned lazily on the soft chair in the theater, and cleared his mind.
The first few rows were empty, so he had an excellent view. Behind him sat a young couple, probably tourists, speaking English.
To be honest, the whole movie did not leave a deep impression on him. He was already an old hand in the film industry and had seen countless such shoddy films. He knew what kind of shooting techniques were used and what the director was trying to express, but they were all superficial and he could see them clearly without paying much attention.
There is only one sentence.
There was only one sentence that left a deep impression on him.
The heroine stood at the door of a theater and said to the hero, "Do you know? Love and appetite are often connected."
"For example, sometimes I have the urge to eat you."
The couple behind him suddenly burst into laughter. Their voices were not loud, almost whispers, but Shu Ming still heard them - they were kissing.
Why?
He thought about this question and was still thinking about it until he walked out of the cinema, but finally gave up and let it go.
Once again, I saw such "appetite", such a strong appetite mixed with love, in Liang Ruwen's eyes.
For a moment, he almost thought he was dazzled, or that it was just his drunken imagination, but it turned out that it was not the case.
Liang Ruowen used almost all of his self-control to prevent himself from biting into his soft flesh bit by bit.
Appetite, an inflated and uncontrollable appetite.
And lust.
Start with a simple touch.
At first it was just lips against lips.
Then came the teeth, the sensitive pink gums, the soft tongue, and the swollen throat hidden deep inside...
what else?
There is also the Adam's apple that slides when swallowing, the tendons on the neck that bulge when the head is tilted back, the blue veins on the bony backs of the hands, the pink knees and elbow joints, and the taut white insteps.
Shu Ming had already woken up from a nap, showered, and then drifted off to sleep again. He had drunk too much at first and was barely able to hold on, but he felt better after a second sleep.
At this moment, Shu Ming was rarely shirtless in the bedroom, with a thin blanket covering his knees, revealing the tight and smooth curves of his upper body. Liang Ruowen tied the belt of his sports shorts for him and went into the bathroom to rinse his mouth.
When I turned around and came out, I saw him still leaning against the bed with his arms and legs stretched out, a phone tucked under his shoulder: "...I know how to act."
I don't know what the other party said, so Shu Ming laughed softly. He reached out and smoothed back his hair: "Okay, see you tomorrow."
He was completely enveloped in the sunset light of Freddy. Liang Ruowen stood at the bathroom door in a daze, hardly daring to take a step closer.
Shu Ming waited for a long time without any response from him. He lazily raised his eyelids and stretched out his arms: "What's wrong?"
There was a satisfied blush on his cheeks and nose, which mixed with the greenness of his newly mature body, turning into a more radiant look.
Liang Ruowen threw away the towel he was using to wipe his face. He had just washed his entire face in one breath and only then did he manage to calm himself down.
"Did you finish the call?"
He crawled to Shu Ming's side on his knees, like some large beast, and hugged another boy whose frame was only slightly smaller than his into his arms. They were a perfect match.
His chin could just rest on Shu Ming's shoulder, his arms were long enough to completely and fully embrace his waist and abdomen, and his legs were long enough to support him touching Shu Ming's feet with his feet.
Shu Ming curled his toes tightly and tried to sit up.
"What's wrong?" Liang Ruowen threw the same question back to him.
Shu Ming asked him, "Do you have any cigarettes?"
Shu Ming doesn't smoke.
He just had a sudden idea and wanted to give it a try.
Liang Ruowen looked at him for two seconds, and finally obediently helped to find it. He took the cigarette handed to him by Liang Ruowen, and waited for someone to light it for him with a righteous look, then choked and coughed in the flickering scarlet flames.
At this time, he was sitting sideways on the edge of the bed facing Liang Ruowen. After a while, he put out the cigarette he had just lit as if to stop the loss in time, and then lay on his back in Liang Ruowen's arms.
Liang Ruowen caught him as if he had caught a rare treasure.
Although it was a circled posture, Shu Ming's face still inevitably showed the grown-up and manly sense of responsibility.
He asked again: "Do you like me?"
This is almost a definite statement.
Liang Ruwen corrected him: "I love you."
Liang Ruwen felt his hair rubbing against his neck, itching.
When Shu Ming spoke, there was a trembling sound in his chest and a faint smile on his face.
He said, “I will take responsibility.”
**
For many things, once we realize them, we can no longer ignore them.
Everything seemed to become unfamiliar.
Shu Ming finished work early today. He finally overcame the problem given to him by Ojiman. When the camera moved forward, the passion that was unique to love appeared in his eyes for the first time.
X's love at first sight for Z not only moved Y, but also moved all the other onlookers. The moment Ojiman said "It's okay", the audience burst into applause.
"I promise you, this week's time will not be wasted. Since this shot can move me, it will definitely move the audience."
"But." He changed the subject, "By the way, how did you suddenly get it?" Oujiman asked Shu Ming while recalling the previous scene.
Shu Ming narrowed his eyes: "No, actually I don't understand yet... or I don't understand enough, I'm just imitating."
As for who to imitate, that's a secret.
Ojiman didn't care about these things - whether Shu Ming was imitating after being touched, or he really fell in love... In short, it met Ojiman's standards, so this shot was released smoothly.
The daylight in the small town is very long. Shu Ming pedals past quickly, the corners of his clothes blown up in the wind. Liang Ruowen is waiting for his arrival under the parasol of the restaurant.
It was as if everything had gone back to the afternoon when I first arrived in Frederi.
Liang Ruwen was still wearing that loose cotton and linen short-sleeved shirt, and helped him prepare the seafood meticulously, but the two of them didn't get along as naturally and familiarly as before.
Very strange.
I just accidentally touched it with my fingers when handing the plate over, and I felt my entire palm getting warm.
After careful observation, he discovered that Liang Ruwen's knuckles were harder than his own and his skin color was darker.
Very strange.
When he bumped into Liang Ruowen's strong back muscles, he felt the hormones and aggressiveness of another person for the first time. The chain reaction after his nose bridge felt sore was actually his ears.
His ears turned red, and he realized it belatedly.
As if realizing something, Shu Ming began to distance himself from Liang Ruowen.
The movements that used to bump into shoulders when walking are gone, the toes that used to touch when stretching legs under the table are gone, and the backs of my hands that seemed to be barely touching are just like in my dreams.
But this boy's eyes were so clear that Liang Ruowen wanted to speak twice but couldn't find the right opportunity.
Shu Ming spoke first. He propped up his chin and said, "Hmm... Give me some time to react."
"You promised to take responsibility?"
He looked away a little: "I will take responsibility."
Liang Ruowen was almost laughing out of anger. Is this the result you are responsible for?
The result is that the distance between them is widened. Is the contact between the two people even worse than before?
But the days just passed by like flowing water. Shu Ming went to the set every morning and polished the shots with Ojiman until the afternoon. Liang Ruwen sometimes went to pick him up after get off work, and sometimes Shu Ming came back alone.
The two of them sat opposite each other at a table, not too far away from each other, and ate dinner quietly. Then Shu Ming quickly looked away from him, pushed his bowl aside, and went upstairs.
He usually went upstairs to his bedroom, and as for what he did in the bedroom, no one else had to interfere. Usually, Liang Ruwen would just sit quietly in the yard and watch him go upstairs.
But today is unusual.
Shu Ming had just entered the bedroom and closed the door gently when he heard the sound of the door lock being opened.
The bedroom door closed shortly after.
His heart beat a little faster.
After a moment of silence, another person's footsteps were heard in the room.
Shu Ming was leaning against the window, and without even turning his head, he spoke first: "What are you doing here?"
The wind in the small town really favored Shu Ming, blowing his hair away and revealing a pair of beautiful, clear and spirited eyes.
Liang Ruwen didn't even have the temper: "Is it not okay for me to come and see you?"
"Oh, you're here to call for an explanation." Shu Ming seemed to be suppressing his laughter, and his tone was drawn out, with a hint of smugness in his voice as if he was being spoiled.
"I don't."
The offensive and defensive situation changed in an instant, and Liang Ruwen was defeated step by step.
He was helpless: "Besides, you can't do this..."
You can't hook me like this.
He stood there, not knowing whether to move forward or backward.
Instead, Shu Ming closed the window and took a step towards where he was.
"I said, I will be responsible for you."
"You don't believe me?"
"……No."
"Then it's my turn to call the shots."
Shu Ming reached out, grasped Liang Ruwen's wrist, and pressed the opposite palm against his chest.
Liang Ruowen's palms were sweaty and his heart was beating wildly.
Shu Ming's eyes were particularly bright and direct, with a hint of aggression typical of young children.
He pressed forward, and the two men were so close to the wallpaper that they had no way out.
Shu Ming said: "It felt like a hundred butterflies were fluttering in my stomach and my heart was beating very fast."
Shu Ming rested his forehead against a hard bone below his neck.
"I haven't even asked yet, who put these butterflies in my stomach? They're making me sleepless every day."
He raised his head, and Liang Ruowen lowered her head and gently rubbed his nose with hers.
It seemed like they were about to kiss in the next second, but they didn't.
No one went any further.
Why don't you kiss me?
Shu Ming looked at him, as if he was condemning him, but also as if he wasn't.
He was completely unaware that his ears had turned red, hidden under his black hair: "Is it you?"
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