Siheyuan: the beginning to realize the freedom of cooking

The enthusiastic Lou Xiao'e pressed her body up.

Alcohol paralyzes the nerves.

The skins of the two were as hot as fire, which made the two young hearts boil.

Lin Aijun still had a trace of clarity, trying to take Lou Xiao'e's hand away from her body.

At this time, Lou Xiaoe's eyes were blurred, and her eyes were like water, and she hugged Lin Aijun's body tightly, preventing any gap between them.

"Just this night." She buried her head between Lin Aijun's neck and whispered in his ear.

Lin Aijun's heart trembled, and the silly girl in front of him, like a moth flying to a flame, suddenly had a crack in his heart.

The hands that had been hanging by the sides slowly lifted up, quietly encircling Lou Xiaoe's slender waist.

"Silly boy..."

Lin Aijun gently called Lou Xiao'e's name, and the young, instinctive, and primitive impulse could no longer be restrained, and she brought Lou Xiao'e to the bedside.

Two young bodies overlapped.

The coldness of the rainy night outside, the warmth and beauty inside the house.

Gradually, a layer of fog formed on the transparent windows.

~
early morning.

The night was as dark as a curtain.

Lou Xiaoe was sleepless all night.

Looking at Lin Aijun, who was already sound asleep on his pillow, he quietly got up.

He took out the prepared envelope from the bag and gently placed it on the table.

Walking to Lin Aijun's side, he lowered his head and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

He murmured in a voice only he could hear.

"It will be indefinite!"

He walked to the door lightly, looked back at Lin Aijun with nostalgia, and then closed the door gently.

After leaving the courtyard, he went home quietly.

After sneaking into the house lightly, suddenly the light in the living room turned on.

I saw Lou's father and Lou's mother neatly dressed, sitting in the living room.

Lou Xiao'e walked to the sofa in the living room and sat down.

"Xiao'e, where have you been?" Lou's father frowned and asked sternly.

"Dad... why are you all sitting here?" Lou Xiao'e faltered and changed the subject.

"Xiao'e, we're going to leave later, you..." Father Lou said, sighing.

Lou's mother knew her daughter's thoughts, and stepped forward to hug her: "Xiao'e, some fates cannot be forced. After our family goes to Hong Kong, it is unlikely that we will come back. You will forget all about the people and things in these four or nine cities." Alright."

Lou Xiao'e nodded: "Mom, I know all about this, I just went to say goodbye."

"Xiao'e, I gave him a chance, but he refused." Lou's father frowned, wanting to get angry.

Lou's mother didn't want to quarrel at this time, so she hurried forward and grabbed Lou's father: "Old Lou, I have to go, don't waste your energy arguing at this time. You don't want your family to take the plane, and we have to take the first flight later." The train will change boats, save some strength, the journey will take a long time, and you will be very tired."

Lou's father knew that Lou's mother was telling the truth, so he stopped talking after hearing the words.

"Xiao'e, go and see if you have all your things. We will set off after a while."

Lou Xiaoe nodded and said, "It's all good, you can go straight away."

Lou's mother looked up at the clock in the living room, and said to Lou's father, "It's almost time, I asked Uncle Fu to send us off."

After a while, Forber opened the door and came in, loading the boxes one by one into the car.

Father Lou, Father Lou and Lou Xiao'e also boarded the car after putting away their luggage.

The three of Lou's family got on the train smoothly, went all the way south, and left Sijiu City.

~
early morning.

The golden sun pierced through the clouds.

The birds chirped and went to work.

Lin Aijun slowly opened his eyes, feeling dizzy.

The pictures of last night gathered in his mind little by little, gradually forming a complete picture.

He suddenly wondered whether the picture in his mind was a dream or real?

Thinking of this, he suddenly reached out and touched the pillow beside him.

empty!

The sheet next to him was also cold, as if no one had ever slept in it.

Lifting the quilt to look, a small pool of red blood came into view.

It reminded him that everything that happened last night was true.

Lin Aijun sat up abruptly.

Running his hands through his hair, he tried to organize his disorganized thoughts.

After a few seconds, he took a deep breath, put on his clothes and got up from the bed.

Looking around, he was the only one in the house.

A khaki kraft paper letter was left on the table.

Lin Aijun stepped forward, only to see his own name written on the envelope in a graceful and dignified handwriting.

Squinting his eyes, he opened the envelope and took out the beige letter paper from inside.

After unfolding, there were only a few simple words on the paper, signed by Lou Xiao'e's name.

"Junzi, when I saw this letter, I had already left Forty-Nine City to go to Hong Kong. This night was completely voluntary on my own accord. One is different from the other, everyone is happy, don't read it."

Lin Aijun's heart was shocked. These words came from the "Letter to Release His Wife" in the Tang Dynasty.

Lou Xiao'e regarded herself as a wife that night, but after waking up, she told him that her fate was over, and they were each looking for their own happiness.

He couldn't help himself, and she couldn't help herself either.

After Lin Aijun held the envelope in a daze for a while, he suddenly ran out of his room, trying to catch up.

After running a few steps, he stopped his steps.

So what if we catch up?

What is the purpose after catching up?
Furthermore, Lou Xiaoe might already be on the plane at this moment, and there is nowhere to chase her.

Even if they catch up, probably all they can do is say goodbye? !
He will neither go to Hong Kong with the Lou family to develop, nor can he ask Lou Xiao'e to stay.

Catching up removes unnecessary troubles, as if it doesn't have any real meaning.

So he turned around and walked back to his own room, and slowly put the letter in his hand back into the envelope.

He opened the door of the big cabinet, put the letter in the bottom drawer, and buried it deep together with this night.

Thinking of Dan Xiaojiao, the apology gradually welled up in my heart.

"Junzi, what are you thinking?" Sanmao wagged his tail and walked over.

After seeing Sanmao, Lin Aijun was taken aback, followed by embarrassment.

"You...you...you saw it last night?"

Then covered his face with his hands, feeling like he was dead.

"When she first came, I was still in the house. Later, seeing that she was going to sleep with you, I took the initiative to go to the kitchen and stay all night, and gave up the place to you." Sanmao looked at Lin Aijun.

Lin Aijun breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.

"Sanmao, I have to praise you, you are really a smart dog."

"It's necessary. You're going to get married right away. I've been thinking about it for a few days. I have to leave room for you. When she gets married, I'll stay in the kitchen at night, and you'll make a nest for me." Bar."

"Sanmao, when did she leave last night?" Lin Aijun asked.

"In the early morning, I left before dawn. What are you going to do?" Sanmao asked back.

Lin Aijun smiled wryly when she heard the words: "Xiao'e is gone, one difference and two lenient. But I'm really sorry Xiaojiao..."