Luan Yan had been having few erotic dreams, and they were all about Lu Sheng, in his bed, dreaming about him.
After waking up, Luan Yan really didn't know how to face Lu Sheng. She had never had such thoughts about a man before, and she was a little overwhelmed.
Fortunately, when she got up, Lu Sheng had already gone out.
Luan Yan hadn't been able to meet Lu Sheng for several days in a row. He seemed to be very busy, leaving early and returning late every day, and never stayed overnight there.
Even though they lived under the same roof, Luan Yan had never seen Lu Sheng again except for the first day. Gradually, Luan Yan would no longer have that kind of dream, but her feelings for Lu Sheng were still indescribable.
His house was not small, with three bedrooms, a living room and two bathrooms, but the furniture was really simple, almost bare. There was no TV or sofa in the living room, only a lonely dining table, no air conditioning in the room, and even the pots and pans in the kitchen were pitifully few. Hair dryers and electric fans might be the few electrical appliances in this house.
Luan Yan had noticed the room he was living in now. The windows usually didn't get sunlight, so it was rather dark and there were some paints piled up. It should be a studio converted into a bedroom. The bed was temporary and so small that it was hard to imagine how it could accommodate his nearly 1.9-meter-tall figure.
He gave the big room to her and didn't deliberately cheat her of the rent or take advantage of her just because she was a girl.
Luan Yan felt bad and took the initiative to help him clean up, even wiping the walls clean.
She couldn't cook, but she could do the most basic housework. If she didn't have this little self-care ability, she wouldn't dare to run out of the house alone.
When Lu Sheng came back occasionally, he would see a tidy and clean home.
He seemed to have picked up a snail girl.
Lu Sheng promised to cook for her. In the morning, the dining table would be filled with his leftover food, and sometimes there would be a few nine-square cartoons he had drawn that were not cleaned up.
she was too hungry that day and couldn't taste the food. Later, when she ate the food he cooked, Luan Yan really thought it was delicious. Lu Sheng's cooking skills were so good that even stir-fried vegetables were so delicious that you could swallow your tongue. It was no exaggeration.
In Luan Yan's eyes, Lu Sheng was a man who could cook, draw, swear, smoke, and didn't like to talk nonsense. He looked difficult to mess with, but he was actually very considerate and careful. He might even be gentle and upright in his bones, and he was also very handsome.
The nine-square grid he drew was very sloppy, like a casual doodle, but the style was unique, and a few strokes were vivid and lively. The content of each drawing was different. Most of them were stories between animals. Some would write dialogues, but generally he would put down the pen before completing the whole article. It can be seen how casual he was. The story was interrupted halfway through.
Luan Yan took a piece of white paper, wrote down what she imagined on the paper, and placed it next to his comics. She went to see it the next day. Lu Sheng put away the painting and her words, and did not blame her. Later, Luan Yan was a little bolder and wrote directly on his painting.
Lu Sheng was actually not very interested in painting. Most of the time, he used painting to vent his emotions, so there was always a lot of blank space. But with Luan Yan's filling, everything became different. Perhaps he was more willing to paint because of his expectations. It was as
if he and she were looking at each other from a distance through the paper and pen.
This is how the two people's strange but unique way of communication came into being.
for Luan Yan It has been almost half a month since she came to the island. She traveled on the island during the day and walked the streets she walked on when she was a child. The island is a well-known tourist city in China. The public security and planning here are very good, and there are also scenery that big cities don't have.
She held a big coconut, biting the straw with her rosy little mouth, and walked into an alley that she seemed to have been to before. She walked aimlessly through the alley. There were some shops and residents on the street. It was obviously an old street.
There was no place to go. Luan Yan was wandering around the island most of the time. She wandered from the beach to here. Her thoughts had drifted away, and she thought of Lu Sheng.
She could always clearly recall Lu Sheng's expression, the tone of his voice, his every move and every look, which were firmly engraved in her heart.
These days when she couldn't see him, Luan Yan had only one thought. She
wanted to see him.
When Luan Yan finished her walk, she realized that she had forgotten to remember the way. She didn't know how to get out of this street at all, and where to take a taxi back.
Luan Yan casually stepped into a store. The young man guarding the store saw her and took the initiative to come forward. Luan Yan was about to ask for directions when the door of the compartment opened. The person she had been thinking about for a long time walked out.
Lu Sheng was startled and frowned and said, "Why are you here?"
Life is unpredictable. There are so many districts and streets on the island, but it just happened that they met here. It was such a coincidence that neither she nor Lu Sheng expected it.
Luan Yan touched her red face, put down her uneasy little hands, and said awkwardly, "I... I walked to this street, and then... I got lost..."
When she really saw him, she was afraid to meet him, afraid to look into his sharp and bright eyes, afraid to hear him say bad things in person, afraid to let him hear her deafening heartbeat. All the joy and anxiety that should have appeared on her one by one, without exception.
The nickname of the doorman was Fat Monkey, but he was not fat. He looked at the two awkward men and women with a gossipy face. He had never heard that Lu Sheng knew such a beautiful girl. He wanted to ask but was too embarrassed to speak. He wanted to talk to Luan Yan, but because of Lu Sheng's violence, he wanted to jump up and down.
Fat Monkey raised his hand and interrupted, "Brother Lu, Lao Zuo told you to go first. Go home early today and have a good sleep before going to the hospital."
It was getting dark, and Lu Sheng was worried about letting Luan Yan walk back by herself. Lu Sheng picked up the cigarette box on the table and said to Luan Yan, "I'll take you home."
Take her home...
Luan Yan's eyes lit up, she smiled happily, and said crisply, "Okay!"
She then looked at the store sign. The logo was designed very simply and elegantly, and the name was also simple and clear, just two words - Tattoo. This is a tattoo shop.
Luan Yan followed behind Lu Sheng. The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled behind them. The sun turned into a small goose egg yolk. The sunset glow on the island was the most beautiful moment of the day. Luan Yan had no intention of looking at it. Her eyes were all on the person in front of her. Looking at his tall body, his strong waist under his broad back, he had a unique charm for men.
In order for her to keep up, Lu Sheng walked slowly.
Luan Yan heard the man in the tattoo shop talking about a hospital. She wanted to ask Lu Sheng if he was sick and why he had to go to the hospital? Luan Yan held it in her heart for a long time, gave up the question, and asked instead: "Lu Sheng, you are very familiar with this street
Do you know each other? Do you work in a tattoo shop?"
She didn't know whether Lu Sheng would answer her. Strictly speaking, she was just an ordinary tenant. They met by chance and he had no reason to answer her curiosity, but she wanted to know him so much.
Lu Sheng really didn't intend to reply, but after going around in circles for a few times, he still said it in the end: "Well, I grew up here when I was a child. "
He has been very busy these days, busy making money and running around in the hospital. He has also been deliberately avoiding Luan Yan. If they hadn't met by chance, they might not see each other again until the end of the lease.
He couldn't control himself the moment Luan Yan appeared.
It was as if he had struggled for a long time, but still answered her verbatim.
He wanted to talk to her, touch her body, see her skin under her clothes, understand her, hold her in his arms and touch her head, and do something sinful that would make him no longer depressed. He
knew very well why he couldn't control himself, but it didn't mean that there would be a result between them. He couldn't curb this impulse, so he tried to reduce meeting her as much as possible, but some people are like air. She exists all the time, doesn't talk but can write, and can meet even if he doesn't go home, as if they were born to be so entangled, and everything was reasonable.
Lu Sheng's response gave Luan Yan the courage. She took a few more steps forward, walked shoulder to shoulder with him, and said, "Tattoo artist? That's meaningful."
"Meaningful? "
Prejudiced people think this profession is not serious, rebellious people think it is cool. Lu Sheng didn't expect her to say that tattoos are meaningful.
Luan Yan nodded heavily. Her delicate face was covered with fine hairs in the sunset, which was particularly cute and soft. She whispered, "Isn't painting on the human body art? Moreover, many things will pass away with time and cannot last a lifetime. If you can find a way to keep it on your body and accompany it all the time, it will be meaningful. "
Lu Sheng didn't respond, and Luan Yan didn't continue the topic. She walked quietly with him for a while.
The setting sun lengthened their shadows. Luan Yan quietly moved closer to Lu Sheng, and the shadows of their fingers stuck together, as if they were holding hands. She smiled secretly, secretly happy about this little thought.
Lu Sheng also raised the corner of his mouth, pretending not to know about her little action, and walked with each other tacitly.
If only this alley could be longer.