"Let me retain some of my imagination and the last bit of goodwill towards men, Sheng Chuncheng, let's not have sex, okay?" Sun Hong looked at Sheng Chuncheng and murmured almost dreamily: "As long as we go to bed, I
I'm worried that our relationship will be over and you will become someone I hate, and I don't want to."
Sheng Chuncheng nodded, and he remembered that the painter Aqiang seemed to have said something similar from another angle. What he said was that if you really like a woman, don't fuck her, just let her look like
A vase remains intact, but once it is fucked, it will shatter into pieces.
You can't say this is unreasonable. You were once so eager for Shanshan, but on that stage with her, the moment you entered, they ended.
Although what really ended was what Shanshan said to herself, and she turned off the switch. But after it ended, I didn't feel much pain. What if they ended before that? Would I still be so calm?
Sheng Chuncheng felt that no, he would be in great pain, thinking about Shanshan day and night, desperately wanting to see Shanshan. But after everything was done, the two of them would be like running to the finish line. Sun Hong wanted to express
You are right. Before men and women go to bed, they are emotional animals. After they go to bed, they become physical animals.
Just like when I think of Yanyan now, I always think of myself and her in bed. What I am eager to explore and touch again is her body, rather than seeking emotional refuge. Although emotions and body often reach the same destination by different routes.
, but after he and she had a physical relationship, when he thought about her again, in fact, only the physical body remained.
He still has a spiritual longing for Xue'er now, but if they go to bed, what he longs for may also be a physical possession.
What's more, even two people who are spiritually compatible will probably part ways in the end due to physical discomfort. I haven't seen that many people are getting divorced now. "Sex life is not compatible". It can be said openly.
"You don't just have imagination about men, do you?" Sheng Chuncheng said to Sun Hong half-jokingly.
Sun Hong said: "Of course not. But that's another story."
"What story?" Sheng Chuncheng asked.
"What do you think?" Sun Hong asked.
Sheng Chuncheng shook his head and said he didn't know, I don't know.
"Now that you've said it all, do you feel that you feel a lot more relaxed?" Sun Hong asked after the two were silent for a while.
Sheng Chuncheng thought about it for a while, and it seemed that he really felt this way, at least he wasn't so reserved.
He was right.
"Do you know "The Decameron?"" Sun Hong asked Sheng Chuncheng.
"It's a book, I think I've heard of this name." Sheng Chuncheng said.
"Yes, it was written by an Italian writer." Sun Hong said, "When the plague broke out in Florence, a group of men and women fled to a villa on a hill outside the city. They told each other stories. You see, they are similar to us.
Isn’t it similar? Are we also quarantined here because of the plague?”
Sheng Chuncheng said, "Why, we also want to tell each other stories?"
"Okay, otherwise what are we doing? We can't look at our phones every day and watch the colorful world outside, but we are locked up here." Sun Hong said, "We also tell stories, but we all tell our own things. I promise
We won’t hide anything at all, and we will never tell anyone else in the future, just our own secrets, okay?”
….
Sheng Chuncheng became interested and said yes.
Sun Hong looked at Sheng Chuncheng and smiled: "This has at least one advantage, that is, when the lockdown is lifted, we will be transparent to each other and there will be no secrets. In that case, even if we can't be lovers, we can still be lovers.
Very good friends. Lovers will not tolerate each other's flaws. Friends should not care about each other's flaws. Are you right?"
Sheng Chuncheng is right, I agree.
Sun Hong looked at the time and said to Sheng Chuncheng, "Then let's start from tomorrow night. It's too late today and we have to go to bed. We have to go to work tomorrow."
Sheng Chuncheng was confused: "What class are you in?"
"You don't need to go to work if you're locked up here? Of course you have to." Sun Hong said, "Otherwise, after the lockdown is lifted, we will become two slackers."
When he woke up the next day, Sheng Chuncheng saw that it was already bright outside. He looked at the time and saw that it was already past eight o'clock. He was so excited that he quickly got up. When he sat up, he thought that he was already isolated at home and he could go to work if he wanted to.
No more, he sighed and fell down on the bed again.
He lay there with his eyes wide open and his ears pricked up, wanting to hear if Sun Hong got up next door. He didn't hear any movement next door, but he heard a faint whining sound coming from the living room.
Sheng Chuncheng got out of bed, put on his pajamas and pajamas, walked outside to the living room, and almost laughed. He saw Sun Hong sitting on the sofa, holding a hair dryer in her hand, blowing her underwear and underwear.
Want to blow dry them.
Sheng Chuncheng walked over and asked, "What are you doing?"
Sun Hong seemed to be startled. She turned around and saw Sheng Chuncheng. Her face immediately turned red and she quickly wanted to hide the underwear in her hand. Sheng Chuncheng said:
"Why are you hiding? I've seen it already. What are you doing?"
When Sun Hong heard this, she simply stretched out her underwear and kept shaking it in the air, shouting: "Look, look, you haven't seen it, right? It's lace."
Sheng Chuncheng laughed: "I'm not a pervert. I don't have this hobby. What I'm curious about is, why are you blowing it?"
"Of course I have to wear it." Sun Hong said.
Sheng Chuncheng said: "You will die if you don't wear it. Last night, we agreed that if I saw it, I would pretend I didn't see it. What are you afraid of, that I will deliberately peek at your sensitive parts?"
"Don't be afraid." Sun Hong said, "If you want to see it, I'll show it to you now. I'm not used to it."
"What are you not used to?" Sheng Chuncheng asked.
"I've never worn a coat naked underneath," Sun Hong said.
"Why are you wearing a coat?" Sheng Chuncheng was even more surprised, "You can't get out. Are you dressed up to give me a uniform show?"
"Go away, what a beautiful idea!" Sun Hong scolded: "Of course I have to go to work, and I have to hold meetings with the people below. How can I appear in front of them wearing your pajamas? I'm not afraid of you, and I also take pictures of other people on the other side of the camera.
people."
Sheng Chuncheng understood, and he said yes, you continue to work hard, and I will make breakfast.
"No need to do it." Sun Hong shouted, "I've already made the porridge. Go ahead and eat it. I've already eaten it. The porridge goes perfectly with last night's eight-treasure sauce."
Sheng Chuncheng walked to the kitchen and saw cold pots and stoves in the kitchen. Except for an eaten bowl and a pair of tachyons in the sink, there was no porridge.
He turned around, and Sun Hong came over with her underwear in her hands and said to him: "It's in the thermos."
Sheng Chuncheng saw a thermos bottle on the dining table. He walked over and opened the cork. A smell of porridge came out from inside. Sheng Chuncheng laughed: "You are really a talent."
Sun Hong giggled: "When I was studying, I often did this. I would grab a handful of rice and put it into a thermos at night, and when I got up the next morning, I could have porridge."
Sheng Chuncheng took the bowl and started to drink porridge. Sun Hong walked back to the room. When she came out again, she was fully dressed. She asked Sheng Chuncheng:
"Do you have any cosmetics here? Mine is in the car."
Sheng Chuncheng smiled and said, "What should I use that for? No."
Sun Hong had a sad face, and Sheng Chuncheng comforted her: "You are naturally beautiful, you don't need to put on makeup."
"Okay, okay." Sun Hong said, "Let them make do with it."
Sheng Chuncheng almost spit out a mouthful of porridge.