Chapter 36
When Li Zan came back from taking a shower, Song Ran lay in front of the desk and looked through the photos taken today.
When she heard the footsteps, she turned around and saw that his hair was slightly damp and his face was clean. He was wearing a loose T-shirt and shorts, revealing his smooth arms and calf lines.
Song Ran's heartbeat quietly accelerated, and she turned around and pretended to continue looking at her phone.
Li Zan looked unnatural and didn't speak for a while. He sat on the edge of the bed and unconsciously wiped his half-dried hair with a towel; he glanced at her back curled up on the chair.
Silence, quietness.
After a while, he asked: "Are you going to take a shower?"
Song Ran slowly raised her head, then slowly turned back to look at him, and whispered: "I forgot to bring my pajamas."
Li Zan slightly pulled the corners of his lips, stood up, picked out a T-shirt from the closet and handed it to her: "Wear this."
Song Ran hugged the T-shirt and smelled it as he went out, as well as the smell of him.
The door closed and Li Zan slowly exhaled.
He lay on the bed and thought for a while, then got up and went to the study to dig out several thick photo albums.
The spring night was still a bit deserted. He was wearing short sleeves and shorts and it was a bit cold. He took off the quilt and sat on the bed to look through the photo album.
After a while, Song Ran came back. He clenched his hands into small fists, holding something, and asked a little cautiously: "Do you have a hanger?"
"Yes, what's wrong?" Li Zan got out of bed to get it.
Song Ran blushed: "I forgot to bring my underwear."
Li Zan: "..."
He handed the hanger to her, and she unfolded the small ball of cotton in her hand, and a small white triangle hung on the hanger. She was embarrassed to hang her underwear outside for fear of being seen by her uncle, so she could only hang it in the room, hanging on the back of Li Zan's chair.
Li Zan took one look at the small panties as big as a palm and felt impatient for no reason.
Song Ran hung up her underwear, turned around to look at him, and touched her arm awkwardly. She had just taken a shower and was a little cold.
Li Zan rubbed her back: "Get under the quilt, don't get cold."
"Oh." She climbed onto the bed obediently.
This climb was good. His pure cotton T-shirt was ironed on her body, outlining her slender back, round butt, and two slender and well-proportioned legs at the hem of the T-shirt, which were dazzlingly white under the light. , like milk.
She was wearing nothing underneath.
Li Zan's throat was a little dry. He pursed his lips, lowered his head and scratched the back of his head twice. He felt that he was done for the night and couldn't sleep anymore.
Song Ran shrank into the quilt, sat cross-legged, and opened the old photo album on the bed.
The first page is a photo of Li Zan as a baby, with a round face and grape-like eyes, so cute. One of them is wearing crotchless pants. Song Ran stared at that place and chuckled.
"Where are you looking?" Li Zan sat on the bed, got under the quilt, and turned the photo to the next page.
A hundred days, one year old, one and a half years old...
There are many photos, and you can see how much this family values this child.
Song Ran saw the photo of Li Zan's mother. She was a beautiful woman, slender and gentle, with an exceptionally soft smile. But after he was four or five years old, he never appeared again.
Song Ran sighed: "Your mother is so beautiful."
Li Zan said: "She died due to illness. Apart from the photos, in my real memory of her, I can't remember her appearance clearly."
Song Ran asked: "Hasn't your father started over in these years? He is obviously very handsome."
Li Zan shook his head and felt a little regretful: "When I was young, he was afraid that my stepmother would treat me badly; later I got used to being alone. In fact, he comes into contact with many people at work, so it's not difficult to find him. I know there are people who like him very much now. .But he just...is not willing to reorganize his family."
Song Ran could guess that in Father Li's heart, everything he had was to be left to his son, and he would never share it with other families.
She continued to flip through the photo album, watching him grow up little by little. When he was two or three years old, he already had the shadow of the current Li Zan. He was a very beautiful little boy with big eyes and a high bridge of nose. When I was in elementary school, I was even more childish and cute. When I entered junior high school, I was extremely handsome and handsome. It seems that there was a rebellious period in high school. The boy in the photo always looks dull and draggy.
She flipped through the pages, and he explained each one: "This is elementary school, Children's Day."
"When I was in the third grade of elementary school, my dad took me mountain climbing."
"Fifth grade, going on a spring outing with my classmates."
"On the first day of junior high school, I went to Hong Kong with my uncle and aunt as a family."
"In the third grade of junior high school, I went to the amusement park with my cousin. His nickname is Yogurt."
"high school……"
It was not until she entered the military academy that the lines on her face became more clear and profound. The photos were all of military uniforms, training, training, life, playing... each scene vividly appeared before her eyes.
Song Ran is grateful that she has a rich imagination and can imagine many scenes at that time just by looking at the photos.
Turning to the end of the photo album, she saw many photos taken when he was learning to defuse bombs.
She suddenly raised her head and looked at his right ear. Li Zan smiled knowingly and said, "It's getting better recently."
Song Ran said: "That's good, you can do what you want to do again."
"But I am greedy and want more." He said, "I want to get completely better."
Song Ran knew clearly that teaching theory and frontline combat were two different things. He looks so gentle and harmless, but what he insists on in his heart is extremely firm. It's impossible for him to accept reality and let it go.
No one can predict what will happen in the future, and she will not comfort him perfunctorily by saying that it will be fine. The only thing she can do is to reach out and hold his hand. accompany him.
Li Zan stroked the back of her hand with his thumb, smiled lightly, and said, "I'm fine. Everything is fine now."
"I know." I just want to touch you suddenly.
"But..." Song Ran opened the photo album, found exactly one page, pointed to a photo, and asked, "Who is she?"
Li Zan turned his head and saw a photo of himself as an outstanding pacesetter three years ago. In the same frame with him is a beautiful female soldier with short hair who received the award together that year.
Li Zan said: "Comrade."
Song Ran asked: "Ex-girlfriend?"
Li Zan laughed suddenly, tilted his head to look at her, and asked in a low voice, "Are you jealous?"
Song Ran frowned and said, "It's not fair. I don't even have an ex-boyfriend."
Li Zan looked at her little expression, laughed silently, stopped laughing, and said seriously: "I don't have an ex-girlfriend either."
Song Ran was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyes with eager eyes: "Really?"
He said: "That day in the corridor, I was my first relative."
Song Ran pursed her lips and couldn't hold back her smile. When he looked directly at her, she blushed slightly and changed her sitting position in embarrassment. This was a good change, but my foot accidentally rubbed against his leg. Just as she was about to take it back, he had already grabbed her feet under the quilt: "Why is it so cold?" He covered her with his legs.
Song Ran suddenly felt warm. She said: "I thought you must have had a girlfriend, maybe several."
Li Zan raised his eyebrows slightly: "Why do you think so?"
"Because you are very good."
"You are very good too."
"Actually, I've been in contact with a lot of boys, but I haven't felt anything about them." Song Ran thought about it for a while. There were many men coming and going at work, but it took a long time for her to fall in love with them. As for him, just a glimpse of him was so deep in her heart that she couldn't pull it out.
"I have not had much contact with girls, and I am surrounded by boys. The instructor will introduce me, but like you said, I don't feel anything."
Song Ran asked: "Does your instructor... often introduce you to people?"
"..." Li Zan saw what she was thinking, and it was funny, "Often? Do you think our place is a marriage agency? We have nothing to do all day long, just blind dates?"
"..." Song Ran gave him a blank look.
Having said this, he simply said: "I thought you were Shen Bei's boyfriend before."
Li Zan was stunned: "Why?"
"She said it herself."
He was stunned again, then thought about it: "No wonder you were quite cold to me when we were in Dongguo."
Song Ran didn't expect that he had already noticed her, and asked: "You...had an impression of me at that time?" Then he complained, "I still feel that you can't remember me."
Li Zan recalled for a moment and said: "At first I just thought this girl was very brave. Later... when you washed your hair, I thought you were... quite special."
She gave him a gentle kick with her foot.
While chatting, she felt a little sleepy, covered her mouth and yawned.
Li Zan asked: "Are you sleeping?"
Song Ran's eyes were misty with tears from yawning, and she nodded.
The two looked at each other, and she felt inexplicably embarrassed for a moment.
Li Zan was also a little uncomfortable. He looked away, packed the photo album on the bed, lifted the quilt and got out of bed. It didn't matter. Song Ran took her legs back just in time, and Li Zan accidentally glanced under her T-shirt...
In an instant, hot blood surged to the top of his head.
He calmly put away the photo album and left the bedroom.
He stood in the dark study room holding on to the bookshelf, lowering his head and trying to adjust his breathing, but the visual impact just now lingered in his mind for a while.
Pink, soft.
When Li Zan returned to the bedroom, Song Ran curled up into a ball and fell asleep on his side, quietly.
He turned off the light, got on the bed, lifted the quilt, lay down next to her, and hugged her waist.
In the darkness, he noticed that her body stiffened for a moment, but then slowly relaxed.
The two of them were lying on their sides facing each other, breathing vaguely but not at all, and each other's breaths were teasing each other like feathers in the darkness. Li Zan smelled the scent of shower gel on her body, which was his own scent. He felt that he was undergoing a test of willpower.
Gradually, his eyes gradually adapted to the darkness. He saw that in the dim light, she also opened her eyes and looked at him. Her eyes were clear and bright, black and white.
After looking at each other for a long time, he gently hugged her, and she squeezed in front of him and shrank into his arms.
He leaned over and kissed her lips, sucking and sucking each other lightly, not fiercely, but with infinite affection.
Song Ran was a little confused and fascinated by his kiss. If there weren't others at home at this moment, she doubted that she would surrender and give herself completely to him.
Her breathing became more and more messy, and she almost whimpered.
His breath also became heavier and heavier, and he was a little out of control.
He finally restrained himself and let go of her.
In the dim skylight, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were watery, and the corners of her mouth were curved into a sweet smile.
He whispered: "What are you laughing at?"
She crawled into his arms, hugged his waist, and hummed contentedly, but said nothing.
Just sleeping in his arms makes me feel happy.
He kissed her eyes and whispered: "Go to bed early."
"Um."
Li Zan took off the hearing aid and put it aside, hugged her and closed his eyes.
In the silent night, Song Ran huddled in his arms and suddenly whispered: "A-Zan, I like you so much... I like you very much."
Li Zan slowly opened his eyes.
He... heard it.
The speaker was still unconscious, sleeping in his arms with his eyes closed, the corners of his lips curved.
……
Early the next morning, Song Ran didn't wake up until after nine o'clock. Surprisingly, Li Zan didn't wake up either, sleeping deeply next to her.
She stared at his quiet and delicate sleeping face for a long time before he vaguely opened his eyes as if he sensed something. Before he woke up, he pulled her into his arms, buried his head in her shoulder, and hummed: "I didn't sleep well all night."
Song Ran had never seen him act like a coquettish person before. Her heart melted and she touched his hair: "Why didn't you sleep well?"
When he was asked, he remained still for a second. This time he woke up, raised his head, and asked, "What time is it?"
"nine thirty."
He let go of her, turned over and lay on his back, looking at the ceiling, his expression calm and lost.
Last night, she lay softly in his arms, her warm and moist breath tickling his face and neck like feathers, and he restrained himself all night.
Seeing his hot and cold attitude, Song Ran came over and asked, "A-Zan, are you angry when you wake up?"
"Huh?" He came back to his senses, sat up and rubbed his hair, "No."
Li Zan got out of bed and saw Song Ran's underwear still hanging on the chair, so he reached out and touched it.
Song Ran huddled in the quilt: "Have you done it?"
"Not yet." Jiangcheng is too humid.
"What should we do?"
Li Zan took out the electric heater from the storage room and dried her underwear. While drying, I was a little puzzled that girls' underwear was so small.
After drying, Li Zan put away the heater, and Song Ran also changed clothes.
Breakfast has been prepared, and it is very rich, including fried hash browns with bean skin, sweet tofu pudding, and glutinous rice balls cooked with sweet wine.
Li Qingchen didn't know what Song Ran liked to eat for breakfast, so he prepared a variety of things.
He was taking care of his flowers and plants on the balcony. After finishing his meal, Li Zan got up and went over, asking, "Aunt Liu sent you the glutinous rice balls?"
"She said you were back and she would make something for you to eat."
Li Zan leaned against the wall and said, "I think Aunt Liu is quite nice."
Father Li poured water and said, "It's pretty good."
"I mean, it's time for you to find a companion."
"It's been half a lifetime, what's the point of not being with me?" Li's father said, "I dreamed of your mother last night. She was angry with me and even cried."
Li Zan had a look of disbelief on his face and said with disgust: "You are telling lies!"
"You still don't believe me when I tell you." Father Li said, "I know your mother's temper best. She is narrow-minded and squeamish. She will be unhappy if I forget her."
Li Zan said: "Aunt Liu's husband has been gone for so many years, and she has not forgotten it. But the days are still long, and living people always have their own way to go."
Li Qingchen cut off the fallen leaves and waved his hand: "We will talk about the future later."
Near noon, Li Zan took Song Ran out for a round of play again. At about five o'clock in the afternoon, the two had a simple dinner and set off back.
Before leaving, Li Qingchen gave Song Ran a red envelope. Song Ran refused to take it, but he insisted on giving it.
Li Zan said: "Go on."
Only then did Song Ran take it.
When I got to the high-speed rail, I took it apart and saw that there were actually three thousand.
Song Ran knew it was their custom, but it was too much. When Song Yang and Lu Tao met each other's parents for the first time, they both gave them one thousand.
Li Zan said: "We have said here that if you bring your girlfriend to meet her parents for the first time, you have to give her one thousand. If she likes her very much, she will give her two thousand. It seems that Lao Li likes her very much."
Song Ran thought about it and said, "That's right, I'm so cute."
Li Zan pinched her cheek and said, "It wasn't so thick yesterday."
Song Ran tilted her head and leaned on his shoulder. Outside the window, the blue waves of the Yangtze River are rolling. A river connects two cities, he is upstream and she is downstream.
I have never loved the water of the Yangtze River so much as I do now.
The train passed through the sunset and twilight, and it was already after eight o'clock in the evening when it arrived in Liangcheng.
After getting into the taxi, Li Zan asked: "Can't you live at your parents' house anymore?"
"Well, it's being renovated."
Li Zan thought for a moment and looked at Song Ran quietly: "Are you afraid of living alone in Qingzhi Lane?"
Song Ran remained silent, wondering whether he should nod or shake his head. The meanings here were different.
Li Zan said again: "Do you want to live with me?"
"……All right."
The two returned to Qingzhi Lane, simply packed Song Ran's luggage and went to Li Zan's residence.
After more than a week of absence, the trees in the family’s courtyard are already covered with green buds. The breeze at night is no longer cold.
The two went upstairs. Li Zan took the key to open the door and turned on the light.
Song Ran followed behind, looking down for his slippers.
Li Zan opened the shoe cabinet and took out a pair of fluffy little rabbit velvet slippers and placed them at her feet.
"When did you buy it?" Song Ran asked in surprise, her feet got into the slippers, they were soft and soft as if they were stepping on cotton.
"Last week...there's more." Li Zan pointed. There is a pair of pink sandals in the cabinet, reserved for summer.
Song Ran also took out the sandals and said, "Just right. You can wear them when taking a shower later."
It was already past nine o'clock in the evening when she put the things in her box away. After she took a shower, she put on her pajamas and came out after ten o'clock.
It was quiet in the living room.
There are two rooms in the house, both with beds.
Song Ran took a breath, turned off the light in the living room, and walked into the room with the light on.
Li Zan was packing pillows when he saw her walking in with blushing cheeks. After a long silence, he asked, "Have you dried your hair?"
"Blow."
"It still looks wet." He reached out and touched her hair, and it turned out to be half dry.
Li Zan went to the bathroom to get a hair dryer, plugged it into the socket on the bedside, and patted the edge of the bed: "Come here."
Song Ran sat down obediently. He turned on the hair dryer and dried her hair, arranging it while doing so. His fingers were running through her hair and scalp, feeling tingling and tingling with the warm wind.
She couldn't help but shrink her neck, it was so itchy.
While she was shrinking, he was blowing.
She hid here and there, but he finally turned off the hair dryer, pulled out the plug, and turned off the light. He chuckled, "Are you so ticklish, huh?" He then scratched her waist. She was so itchy that she curled up and almost rolled out of bed. Li Zan grabbed her back with one hand and scratched her again. She struggled, tangled up with him, and rolled into the quilt.
The young people bumped into each other and clung to each other. He held her in his arms, breathing heavily, and said hoarsely: "If you want, you can sleep in the next room."
She whispered: "I just want to sleep here."
In the darkness, Li Zan silently bent the corners of his lips, leaned over and kissed her.
Their lips and teeth connected, kissing and licking lightly; his kiss had never been as delicate and gentle as it was at this moment, and it made her heart tremble slightly.
Good weight……
So hot……
She had difficulty breathing, nervous and looking forward to it. She was at a loss and clumsily hugged his neck, kissing him deeply and licking his lips.
He was a little uncontrollable by her teasing, and his young body was shaking uneasily. The scenery he saw last night came back to him again, and he went to explore it.
She raised her neck with a "Woo" sound, as tight as a string.
He kissed her, his face turned red, and his breathing became messy; his eyes were dark, staring at her face, watching even the slightest expression on her face.
Her cheeks were as red as blood, and she was so ashamed that she almost didn't dare to look at him.
He held her face in his hands, his voice was hoarse, and he called her in a low and deep voice: "Ran Ran..."
"Huh?" She responded softly, snorting a delicate breath from her nose.
In the night, his face was clean and handsome, and his eyes were deep and heavy. She stared at him, her heart already softening into a pool of spring water. She hugged his neck, feeling his hot temperature and hidden power. I felt an unprecedented sense of warmth and security in my heart. She really wanted to be with him forever.
She took a deep breath and smelled his breath all over the sheets. She likes the taste.
The dim skylight, the moon in the gap between the curtains, the clear and dim light in his eyes;
Rapid breathing, his heavy wheezing, the moans coming out of her throat, her fingers pulling at her skin and rubbing the sheets, and she seemed to hear the meowing of the cat outside the window.
She felt like she was broken, but she was secretly blending, filling, and healing.
Pain and joy alternate; shyness and anticipation reunite.
Like some kind of ritual, a secret ritual that happened one night in spring. Religiously, vigorously.
Is it spring?
Why is spring also full of sweat and hot and anxious?
Is it A-Zan?
She was immersed in his tender and intimate love, but she had never realized that he could be so hard and hot, almost crushing her soul.
She gradually fell into intoxication, as if she saw gorgeous spring flowers exploding in front of her eyes...it turned out that this was deep love.
She hugged his neck tightly, and slowly closed her eyes amidst her fragile moans.