My Captain

    In front of acquaintances, Yan An may not be able to.

    But what is Shan Yi, a Chinese compatriot who met in a foreign country, a stranger who traveled together unexpectedly, the most important thing is that he is a bender.

    Yan An took off her shirt: "Can you help me with it?"

    Shan Yi did not reach out.

    Yan An glanced at him: "Or help me to unbutton the back button?" Afraid that he did not have this experience because of the orientation problem, he taught him, "That row of buttons, just unbutton." Said He turned his back directly to him.

    Shan Yi looked at the large piece of snow white, a thin and shallow mark between the shoulder and the shoulder blade, which was the streak after the sling broke free from the restraint. Narrow, the middle row of buttons fell off when he picked it.

     Angry: "Why do you think I am a man who can be used for free and serve you?"

    Yan An turned her head: "Huh?"

    Shan Yi: "Or do you think that because I like men, you don't treat me as a man?"

    Yan An, who was said to be thinking, paused, and said "Huh?" again.

      Rub it slowly, itching and stinging.

    She is being watched by a man, direct, passionate, a real man.

    The next second, she heard Shan Yi speak again: "What makes you think there is something wrong with my sexuality?"

    Because you're in a GayBar with a guy in a pair.

    As if she could easily capture every inch of her thoughts, Shan Yi grinned, but no one thought he was smiling: "I'm only interested in women."

    Yan An was stunned for a while.

    I don't know if she has finished digesting his words, but she knows that she is covering her body with her hands.

    Shan Yi let out an angry laugh in his heart, and was about to turn away when Yan An glanced over his chest and abdominal muscles and asked, "Then what kind of woman do you like?"

    Shan Yi's eyes passed over her calmly, like a piece of ice under the scorching sun, and spit out a word: "I like it, a woman with a good figure."

    Yan An stood there and looked at Shan Yi who had gone far, then looked down at himself, and finally put the clothes he just took off and put them back on.

    In an open-air water bar by the beach, Yan An sat under the parasol and sent a WeChat message to Man: Am I in a bad shape?

    The other party did not reply, Yan An glanced at the time and guessed that the woman on the other side of the ocean should be having an affair in her dream.

    Yan An glanced around the beach, her beautiful body was still bathed in the beautiful sunshine, but she quickly retracted her gaze, and she was also someone who had seen the big scene , I think at this moment, that's it.

    The body of foreigners is usually divided into two levels, the belly is big, and the chest muscle is big.

    The kind of muscles can be divided into two categories. One is the bodybuilding type, like a bodybuilder's physique, smeared with oil, is an extreme beauty that Yan An can't look directly at. There is also a type of magazine type. Man and she liked to watch this at the beginning, watching their every move as if they were living under the camera of a magazine and kept pretending.

    Hey, Yan An sighed. Comparing those ABCs with Shan Yi, they are so boring.

    Shan Yi was lying on the beach chair, the shirt he took off was thrown aside at will, with a pair of sunglasses on his face, the glass of mint soda in his hand was gone, and as soon as he opened his eyes, He saw the woman sitting not far from him looking around on the beach, and then sighed with desire and dissatisfaction.

    Sexy.

    Shan Yi glanced at the sun that was already sloping west, got up from the beach chair, picked up the empty glass of mint soda and walked towards Yan An.

    Yan An propped her chin, and an empty cup with drops of water hung on her table with a bang.

    Shan Yi: "Let's go."

    Yan An looked at Shan Yi who was darkened and asked, "Where did you go?"

    Shan Yi: "Naked."

    Yan An let out a sigh, as if she had missed a hundred million sighs.

    Shan Yi looked at her and laughed unbearably: Really sick.

    The plane flew directly to Barcelona. After a day of traveling to three places, Yan An looked at the purple sunset sky, only to realize that such a day had only passed 20 hours.

    Yan An and Shan Yi parted ways after leaving the airport.

    I don't know if it's because of Shan Yi's sentence "I'm only interested in women" or "I like women with a good figure", anyway, since knowing that he's not curvy, Yan An has suddenly recovered. This kind of blatant color heart was instantly retracted.

    Shan Yi faced Yan An who was pretending to be reserved, looked at the awkward and funny One Two Three Four hidden in the other's bright eyes, and finally said goodbye smartly.

    Yan An was lying on the carpet in the living room of the apartment. She hadn't bathed yet. Her hair was dry and eroded by the damp sea breeze, and her arms and shoulders were scorched by the sun.

    At the end of the day, she felt a little tired, so she lay on the carpet motionless, not knowing what to think, suddenly raised her hand to touch her chest, and then touch her own waist.

    At this time, the mobile phone that was thrown beside her vibrated, and the woman on the other end of the phone woke up.

    Man: ?

    Man: One of your **** is on top of me.

    Yan An laughed when she saw it.

    The other party probably got up and packed himself up. in someone's bed?

    Yan An: Fart.

    Man raised his eyebrows: I could hear a hint of dissatisfaction.

    Yan An replied yes.

    Man: It’s not normal for sisters to return to Zhao, right?

    Yan An: The best is straight!

    Man: Hello! ?

    Yan An: But he is not interested in me.

    Aman was also surprised for a second, and then asked: How do you know that he is not interested in you?

    Yan An: He said I was not in good shape.

    It took a while for the other party to reply: I'm sorry, I just laughed and dropped my phone under the sofa.

    Man: He said you are not in good shape?

    I didn't say it, but that's what it means.

    I like women in good shape - not like you.

    I like women in good shape - and you obviously don't.

    Yan An was brooding about this sentence.

    It's like a man who is passed over by a woman with a fluttering glance at him, and then said, I like to live well, and then turn around and walk away with a smile.

    Yan An was indignant.

    Man disapprovingly enlightened his women: Men's interests are all about hooking up.

    Yan An threw the phone aside, shit, isn't this a failed hookup?

    Yan An went out early and returned late almost every day, and spent more than half a month playing all the games around Barcelona.

    But she just doesn't go to the seaside, now she gets annoyed when she sees the sea.

    A week before the end of the holiday, Yan An flew to Seville with her carry-on bag, intending to end this unbridled holiday with an authentic flamenco.

    There are so many squares in Spain, Yan An likes this one in Seville the most.

    The noon sun shines on the red brick, and there is a strong Moorish revival ancient charm. Ancient Roman-style arches and Siberian-style inlaid porcelain paintings are all amorous, classical and romantic.

    Yan An wanted to come to Seville was not a pre-arranged itinerary. After she took her bag off the plane, she hadn't even decided where to stay tonight, but after more than an hour, she sat At the promenade of the Plaza de España, I took a satisfying sip of the fruity Sangria with a paper cup.

    Suddenly, a **** music came from not far away. Yan An stood in a circle of people, his eyes could hardly take his eyes off the dance steps of the black long-sleeved tight-fitting deep V man.

    The man tied his long curly hair in a half bun, and twisted impromptuly with his toes and heels, and the red belt around his waist kept flying in the air.

    Yan An felt that the afternoon in this square was completely ignited by this soul male dancer.

    The music was hot and brisk, and Yan An swayed with the rhythm in the crowd with a glass of wine.

    Such a Chinese girl, beautiful and confident, with a red dress that dazzled the crowd like a scorching sun, the male dancer suddenly took a step and walked towards Yan An. The dance pose invites her.

    The original circle with men as the midpoint expanded tacitly, leaving space for this beautiful Chinese girl.

    In the summer sun in Spain, youth almost overflowed this afternoon, radiant and hopelessly sexy.

    Shan Yi stood outside the crowd, like everyone else, his eyes locked on the woman in the fiery red skirt.

    Yan An was still holding the red wine paper cup in her hand. At the end of the song, the man put his hand on her waist, Yan An held the paper cup high, toes raised, a beautiful lower back, a perfect curtain call, man He took her wine glass, raised his head and gushed the remaining wine in one gulp, then panted heavily, and bowed handsomely to Yan An to thank him.

    Yan An raised her skirt and turned it in a circle, like a blooming rose, and returned a salute to him.

    Yan An retreated back into the crowd, and as soon as he turned around, he saw Shan Yi standing at the outermost periphery of the crowd, leaning idly beside a stone pillar in the square promenade. Looking at her quietly, seeing that she found herself, without the slightest wave, she raised the wine glass in her hand and took a sip as if no one else was there.

    Yan An, who just got out of a fierce dance, exploded in her heart.

    —Men's interest, hook up and hook up.

    I haven't seen each other for more than half a month. The second I saw Shan Yi, Ah Man's words suddenly popped up for some reason.

    Shan Yi's eyes were like a boat sailing on the summer sea at night, calm and dark, watching Yan An walk towards him through the crowd.

      The ankle-length red dress just swirled and fluttered in the crowd like a ball of fire.

    When his eyes lingered back to the other's eyes, people stood in front of him.

    Shan Yi: "Anything?"

    Yan An glanced at the wine glass in his hand, which was the same as the one she had just now, a dark red Sangria.

    She put her hand on his, raised the cup, and then the man bent down, took his hand and the cup, and took a sip.

    Yan An: "I'm so thirsty, take a sip of wine."

    The calm and dark sea level ripples, forming a storm deep in Shan Yi's eyes.