Love (student campus adult novel)

I slowly exhaled the smoke that was swirling in my mouth. I seemed to be able to pass through the smoke, through the monitor in front of me, and see you on the other end of the network, with your smile as blooming as a flower.

…

I reached out to turn off the monitor, lay on my beloved Lazy Boy, and slowly closed my eyes. Let the music flow around me. I seemed to be in a dream.

I saw you again, or dreamed of you, your tears gushing like a spring.

He flicked the ash off his cigarette. In the dark room, only the cigarette butt was flashing a red light. Outside the window, the roar of an engine came from far away. It was a modified 1998cc V6 DOHC MIVEC engine, a special engine for the GPUX. The unique and powerful engine sound of the Mitsubishi FTO was mixed with the shrill sirens whistling by.

I got up, drew back the curtains, opened the window, and the scent of grass in the courtyard, accompanied by the moonlight and the air, came towards me. I took a deep breath and looked at this extremely unfamiliar town at night.

It’s late at night.

Look up at the sky, at the brilliant Milky Way, not only someone said "Love is a shooting star in the sky, brilliant,
It shines, and all that is left are memories."

…

do you remember me?

1. Love is a luxury.

I was speeding on the streets of a small town in the south of the Yangtze River on a bright red Kawasaki ZZ-R1200, my unruly long hair dancing wildly at a speed of 90 mph, with the powerful roar of the motorcycle's 1164cc engine, speeding all the way, and passers-by looked at me sideways.

Maybe it was fate that made me meet you at this corner, and I don’t regret it.

…

You like white. When I first met you, you were wearing a white T-shirt and sky blue jeans.
And wearing white sneakers, you ran briskly on the path holding Ji Mi's comics.

I knew that was a way in that would allow me to save three traffic lights. I turned into the small road without hesitation.
At a speed of 60 mph, the rear wheel swung sideways a little, leaving a blue-black mark on the ground, and a white figure was coming towards us.

…

I still remember your panicked look, it was so pitiful that I almost fell in love with you immediately.

We met in a car accident. It was a very clichéd plot, just like in the soap operas in Hong Kong and Taiwan. We got to know each other and then fell in love.

That summer was so happy.

Spring goes and autumn comes, and in the blink of an eye it is the second summer since we met. I finally have you completely. I can't forget that night.

Love is a luxury (2)

I gently hold your waist and whisper sweet words in your ears. I let your small hands beat my chest. I can feel the warmth of your skin under your thin clothes at my fingertips. I am lost in the fragrance of your virginity. Your slightly red cheek rests on my shoulder. I slowly hold your hair and make a vow with you that will last for thousands of years.

Kissing your red lips, stroking your waist and back with my palms, looking at your increasingly rosy face, looking at the love in your eyes, and your slightly open and closed lips, I gently say "I love you", and then, we hug each other tightly. The friction between our bodies ignites the fire in our hearts. I kiss your lips wildly.
Tongues entwined with tongues, exchanging our love, the blending of body fluids, and your passionate body, make me want to possess you more than ever before.

I kneaded your plump buttocks hard, letting your delicate body twist on my chest. The two plump breasts on your chest kept rubbing against my chest. You hugged me tightly with your hands, and kept whispering my name. I lowered my head and kissed your lips again, then occupied your soft and firm breasts.

Everything is so natural. You take off your white dress, and your snow-white, jade-like skin shines brightly. The white lace bra cannot cover your plump breasts. I hug you from behind, and my hands grope your lower abdomen, then move upwards and gently move on your breasts.

You panted softly and said, "I want to hold you, I want to hold you from the front." I didn't understand at the time.
It was only many years later that I realized that what you lacked at that time was a sense of security.

Love is a luxury (3)

Two hearts have never beat so passionately. Every beat is a perfect combination of love and desire. You are in me and I am in you.

After the passion, you leaned on my chest, gently caressing my skin and looking at me tenderly.
I hug you and smile, a happy smile, as if I own the whole world.

I don't know who said, "Love is a shooting star in the sky. It has been brilliant and shining, but all that is left are memories."
Maybe happiness is just like this, it comes and goes as it pleases.

The craze for going abroad swept in, and as someone from a well-off family, I would also be pushed onto the plane. My family had already planned everything for me and had already completed the formalities. As for the entire family, I was the first student who had the opportunity to study abroad, so naturally it was treated as a top priority. When I learned about this, it was like a bolt from the blue. I don’t know what the future holds or what road lies ahead, and I don’t want to know. I can’t breathe without you by my side.

You didn't even cry. You smiled and encouraged me to study abroad, saying that you would wait for me, always and forever. But I can see the scars in your heart and the tears that you didn't shed. I was silent. I could only use kisses to soothe the scars in your heart, and make us forget the impending separation through sex.
Let your teeth marks all over my chest, and let my marks be deeply engraved in your body again and again.

You said to me: "Love is a luxury." I didn't understand it at the time, but I understood it many years later.
For you, love cannot be expected to be perfect, you can only pray for it to last forever.

Love is a luxury.

(II) Love and Kiwi (1)

The plane landed in a country of blue sky and green grass - New Zealand. The cold wind made me suffer the cold in the small city airport.

It was very cold that July.

Hearing your slightly trembling voice coming from the telephone receiver, thousands of words in my mind turned into just three words:
"I miss you."

Every time I talk to you, it is so fascinating that I can even feel your cheerful breathing.

I want to know everything about your life every day. I just hope you can be beautiful for me alone. I also swear with a smile to keep my virginity for you.

Studying abroad is boring and tedious. Six months later, the car I own has changed from a GTO to a BMW 530i, and the time we spend talking on the phone has dropped from five or six hours to three or two minutes. A simple "Goodbye" has changed everything.

At that time, everything in the world seemed to have vanished. The "beep" sound on the other end of the phone was unusually harsh. I hung up the phone helplessly and looked at the calendar on the wall. Our love ended on the third day of one year and seven months.

Is it because you have walked away from the relationship and lost love, is it because I didn’t care enough and didn’t protect you well enough, or is it because you have fallen in love with someone else and don’t know how to cherish…

That summer was so cold, so cold.

Love and Kiwi (2)

You Hongming - Looking for You

I have loved you, and based on that feeling I decided to fly to find you.

The old address, just by picking up a letter that was sent home last year.

I'm so hesitant. I'm not sure how you'll react.

I was shocked, sad, and still undecided.

How do you start so you don't cry?

How can we break this deadlock?

Don't dare to make things too complicated.

You have your home and you have concerns.

How can I admit that I was stupid back then?

How can I say I still miss you?

I just want to tell you in person,

The rain outside will stop.

The touch in my heart,

It won't stop.

You seemed to have disappeared in the crowd. I put everything aside, returned to Jiangnan, and looked everywhere for the love that belonged to me in the past.

Riding a faded Kawasaki street bike, I shuttle through the streets again and again, hoping that you can see the figure that belongs only to me. Waiting in the bookstore you love to go to, and hanging around the long street you love to stroll on. Every time I look back, I hope to see you; every time I turn a corner, I hope the same old story will happen again.

You didn't show up.

Back in New Zealand, I said, I should forget you.

I said, I'm going to forget you.

Can you hear me?

Love and Kiwi (3)

I drive alone to the depths of the mountains on the outskirts of the city, set up a simple tent in the old forest, exile myself in the moonlight and shadows, turn off my cell phone, open my laptop, play MP3, and when I close my eyes I think of every moment with you.

Perhaps it was God's mercy that allowed me to meet the kiwi bird.

I said, "Kiwi, I'm lucky to meet you."

You raised your proud long beak, and your little eyes flashed. You, New Zealand's pride, more or less comes from you.

I asked, "Kiwi, what do you think of love?"

You lower your head and peck at the wet soil, turning out a tiny earthworm. In your 7000 years of history,
Love has become a thing of the past, survival is the meaning of your existence.

I thought: "Kiwi, how do you chase love?"

You said: "I have no wings and no feathers, flying is away from me, I can only dream of love in the air; I have two feet standing on the ground, I can run and chase love."

I opened my eyes and saw the pear-shaped figure vaguely disappearing into the bush.

Yes, love is not the only thing in life, so why should I make things difficult for myself.

Close my eyes, your figure comes and goes in the darkness, I can't forget you.

But I still want to pursue the love that belongs to me.

Maybe, you no longer exist in this world.

(Note: Kiwi - The Kiwi bird is named after its call "Kiwi". It is regarded by New Zealanders as a symbol of their nation and is designated as the national bird. They often proudly say: "I am a kiwi bird", which means "I am a New Zealander".

Kiwi, also known as kiwi, is the most primitive bird among the snipe birds. It is shaped like a pear, covered with fluffy and fine feathers. It has neither wings nor tail feathers and cannot fly. But its legs are short and powerful, and it is good at running. It can reach a speed of 10 miles per hour. When it gets angry, it can kick another bird of the same kind 5 feet away.

The kiwi's beak is pointed and long, and can be used as a third leg to maintain the body's balance when resting, shaped like a tripod. Its nostrils are located at the very tip of its beak and give it a unique sense of smell, allowing it to find small insects 7 inches below the ground. Kiwis feed on insects, earthworms, berries, leaves, etc. They hide in burrows or tree root holes during the day and come out to forage at night.

It has small eyes and poor vision. Sometimes when it is running in broad daylight, it encounters a fence blocking its way, but does not avoid it at all, but rushes into it like a blind person.

Female kiwis usually lay eggs only once every one or two years, one or two eggs each time. Although its size is similar to that of an ordinary hen