Chapter 145 Happiness Street

Everything that had been experienced in the dark night, the hot sweat that had sprinkled on him, the more far away the clearer it was...

Sensitive skin, ecstasy oppression, sinful intimacy and touching...

Night after night, in the darkness of the moonlight, quietly sneaked into the turbulent dream...

The body used to embracing, the skin that was caressed was lost, hungry, crying, and invading the confused mind like a thirst, my hands reached down, my heart tugged, spasm, trembled, struggled, and overturned violently...

Until I finally kicked out with a sudden kick, the quilt fell off the edge of the bed, shaking the snickering moon shadows and the peeping spring breeze, the world became quiet, but the tears at the corners of my eyes were getting longer and longer...

Such cold love and hate, such passionate and obsessed desires, like a fatal drug addiction, there is no way to quit...

That man's letting go turned out to be a confident exile...

The body and soul have been stamped with an indelible mark, completing the ultimate domination and conquest...

I am used to the tamed life, as long as I live, how far can I go even if I let it go...

When you were young, you might meet someone frequently. This city is very big. When you have some expectations, it may be futile to dig three feet into the ground. A person, a name, a title, a driver's license, and a small number all have unique codes, compact structure, orderly, necessary places, and various entry and exit...

The streets are still so long, and the crowds are happy, sad, tired, vibrant, ugly, beautiful, and all kinds of things. Even if he has the hug and smile you are most familiar with, he is afraid that she once lived with you breathing and dependent on your lips and teeth.

No confusion is allowed, but those are meaningless. When a person consciously mingles into the crowd, they will disappear invisible in an instant.

But what is happiness?

What is the concept of happiness?

A gesture?

Bright and clear?

A look?

A look of praise is enough to support her entire life, or just a smile?

pity love, gentleness, is like the most brilliant fireworks in the four seasons.

Zou Bei leaned against the well-connected overpass, carefully observing the faces in front of him with various shapes and colors. Finally, he held the uneven pits on the iron railing. She knew that the face she lost included more than happiness?

Dingdang said: Don’t worry too much, Uncle Zou may be on a business trip and will come back.

On a business trip?

How long will it take?

Like last time...

Seven days?

Maybe one month, one year longer?

Obviously it is impossible, but why can she feel like she is trapped in the endless life of the world when she hears such words?

The hour hand slowly crawled in a millisecond, slowly turned to that day, climbed to the corridor where the morning clear air was clear. He was still standing long, in a suit and tie, with his handsome eyebrows standing sideways, and his voice was still as thick as the sound of nature: I'm back.

At that moment, Zou Bei was so pissed by the light outside the door that she couldn't open her eyes, but she smelled the fragrance of flowers that had been blooming for a long time. She touched the happy street again. That night, it was just a physical enjoyment, and it was the ultimate pleasure, the most perfect climax, and the face was satisfied. Zou Bei did not hesitate at all, and felt every warmth carefully.

Dad, don’t leave, okay, okay?

Zou Bei lay on his chest that was still stable and undulating, as if he wanted to squeeze out all the air in isolation: Dad, I'm afraid, I'm afraid of Ah.

If the blinds are in the eyes, they can't close the clear and salty streams, and they repeatedly said: I am the only one, I am the only one, I have been since I was a child, and I have always been. If my father doesn't want me, what should I do?What should I do?

Be good, baby, don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid, dad won’t leave... Zou Feng hugged the thin and thin body and whispered over and over again: Baby, don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry... Holding her in the thick dark dizziness of the hot summer, every time I feel distressed: Be good, let’s talk about it tomorrow, baby will go to bed first, okay?

I'm afraid, tomorrow, if I wake up and can't see you again... those crying almost took away the breath. A kind of fear is that it can extract the soul. Zou Bei shook his head and pursed his lips. It hurts. It turns out that it can be so beautiful. As long as you hug me: Dad, I'm obedient, listen to everything, whatever you say is, don't leave me anymore... Don't leave...

Be good, don't bite.

Zou Feng held her chin and gently dragged it up: Baby, open your eyes and look at me.

Zou Bei opened his eyes, and in his hazy vision, the dark pupils were as thick as hers, with unsolvable bitterness and sorrow: Baby, you are sad, dad is even sadder, you are sad, dad is even sadder than you... Zou Feng slowly pressed her into his arms, and his low voice seemed to float from the far and far shore: Promise Dad, no matter when, for me, you must cherish yourself and cherish yourself.

Promise you.Zou Bei opened his eyes wide in a daze, his vision blurred: Dad, don’t you leave?

Never leave.Zou Feng stared at her gently, and the smile on his lips was the flowers that bloomed quietly in the night: Dad has been... always by your side...

The moon that night was so round and big, with dazzling silver light embedded in the curtains, and the cool breeze was brought in. The room was smooth. Zou Bei thought that if you leaned against a man's arms, it would be bright. In fact...

That was a sign of the arrival of the long night, and the sky would still be dark...

Will keep going...