Qingqingmoshangmulberry

Chapter 12

After the incident with Aunt An, Long Feimo spent slightly more time at home than before.

Sometimes, he sits with us on the sofa and watches TV, or reads while lying down with a financial magazine. Sometimes, when I play chess with Feige, he will sit and watch without saying a word.

He is a very good audience, no matter how noisy Fei Ge is, he will turn a blind eye and remain unmoved. Occasionally when I raise my head, I will see him staring at me thoughtfully, or staring at me Somewhere not far behind.

More often, he went upstairs alone and stayed in the study until late at night.

Occasionally, in the dead of night, I would hear a slight "click" from the next room, signifying that he had gone to his room to rest.

Ever since Aunt Ann passed away, I have been sleeping very badly.

I have nightmares almost every night.

I dreamed of a thunderstorm night. I was short, wearing thin pajamas, standing barefoot in front of the large living room window, looking at the thunderstorm and lightning outside the window in fear.I desperately called all the people in the family, but no one answered me.

I dreamed that I was standing in front of Aunt An's bed, she was sleeping peacefully, the sun was shining on her face, and the small room was filled with warmth, but her face was very, very pale, she closed her eyes and just ignored me, I called her to shake her, as before, to push her out to bask in the sun, but no matter how hard I pushed, I couldn't push her, and I couldn't push her.

I also dreamed that I was alone, in the rainy night, trudging with deep feet and shallow feet, followed by a slender figure in front of me, I followed her with difficulty, and occasionally she turned her head and smiled at me, it was in the photo She smiled and called me softly on that face: "Little, little..." Immediately, I drifted away, and I ran wildly, chasing all the way to the edge of a high cliff. There was no way out, I looked everywhere, but the figure was gone, and suddenly, my feet sank, and I fell straight to the bottom of the cliff...

I struggled desperately, and I heard my own voice: "Mom, mom..."

I was sweating all over, and my body was shaking slightly.

Suddenly, a hand gently shook my face: "Sang Xiao, Sang Xiao, Sang Xiao..."

Confused, I slowly opened my eyes.I saw a magnified face appear in front of me, I smelled that faint tobacco smell again, he was wearing a nightgown, bending over to look at me.

After a while, he sat beside me and stretched out his arms to support me: "Sang Xiao, you're having a nightmare again."

I kept staring at him, he reached out to the bed, pulled out a tissue and handed it to me, I took it without a word, wiped my face, and wiped the corners of my eyes, my hands touched a touch of wetness.

I let out a sigh of relief: "Is it disturbing you?"

He also looked at me, and said calmly after a while, "I heard movement in your room, so I came over to have a look."

I lowered my head, and after a long while, I said, "I'm sorry."

He didn't answer, he just helped me to lie down and stretched out the quilt, then he also lay quietly beside me, resting his head on his arm: "I'll leave when you fall asleep." I was speechless, after a while, I put a corner of the quilt on him, the weather in late spring, the night is still very cool.

I closed my eyes, just for a moment, when I calmed down a bit, I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.He was so close to me, almost shoulder to shoulder, I could feel the heat of his skin mixed with a faint fragrance, attacking me through the thin nightgown.

I have never been so close to a man, even He Yanqing, even when we are closest, there is always a young distance between us.

Uneasy and embarrassed, I tried to move out a little bit, while turning my eyes to look at him quietly. In a panic, I shook my head lightly, and my hair almost touched him. I was shocked, but saw him quietly With my eyes closed, I continued to move out slowly and carefully, as if I didn't notice anything.

Seeing that I was about to reach a safe distance, I breathed a sigh of relief.Just as I was about to close my eyes in peace, suddenly, I heard a deep and mellow voice clearly, word by word: "Sang Xiao, I am not a saint."

I turned my head suddenly, and in a blur before my eyes, he had rolled over easily, his eyes were squinted, and there was a trace of strangeness in his tone: "Don't take me as a saint." The tip of his nose almost touched mine, his There was a strong danger in the voice, "You keep moving around like this, do you really think I am Liu Xiahui?"

My face flushed with embarrassment.If I were smart and agile, I should know to run away before he said that.It's a pity that from the very beginning, it was destined that he would always be the first to discover my intentions.Before I was about to lean back, he had already pressed my hands and feet tightly, and his kisses were so densely burned that I could almost hear his light panting, between my lips, beside my ears, in my mouth. My neck lingers back and forth.

I lay there stiffly, unable to think of how to react for a while.

Just for a moment, I heard his voice, slowly, with a sense of persuasion and tranquility: "Sang Xiao, maybe it's already preordained, or maybe you don't hate me as much as you imagined, do you?"

I looked at him, and he was also looking at me for a moment. In his eyes, apart from his usual indifference and strength, there was also a faint emotion that I couldn't figure out.But I don't know why, at this moment, he doesn't feel oppressive to me at all. He looks like an ordinary person like me, even a little fragile.

Long Feimo, who has always been invulnerable to swords and guns, has such a moment, with slightly messy hair, shallow, thoughtful fine lines around his lips, and a fleeting look in his eyes, which is as thin as smoke and confused. .

I watched him silently.

There was a complicated focus in his eyes, and he stroked my face with his fingers little by little: "Even if it's not Liu Xiahui, I won't force you," his head leaned closer to me little by little , "Sang Xiao, the choice is yours."

However, his lips and his hands fell down on me like a storm, and his hands moved down slowly along my neck inch by inch.

He will always be like this, giving me the right to choose, and firmly holding the final mastery in his own hands.

The chill eroded my body bit by bit, but I only felt hot, so hot that I was thirsty, his lips were hot and pressing, his hands were strong but not lacking in tenderness, I wanted to struggle, but, for some reason, I He couldn't even move.

What is wrong with me?I close my eyes, maybe, I am tired, really tired, and I will succumb to such unreal warmth, such fleeting sinking.

At this moment, I am willing to believe that he loves me.

In a blur, I heard his voice in my ear: "Sang Xiao, remember me."

After a long, long time, my last memory is of him saying in a low, slightly hoarse voice: "tora dost daram."

Weekend magazines are always extremely lively, and today is no exception.Because the two issues of the magazine were surprisingly popular, the boss, Longyan Dayue, not only lifted the ban to allow everyone to have a leisurely tea, but also generously invited all the staff to have dinner at night, which attracted a group of women's soldiers to chatter, so excited.

They are all elites who have grown up under the new socialist red banner, and they understand like enlightenment that capitalists' money is not spent for nothing, so I can't be exempt.In addition, the nature of capitalists has not changed, and they bring stacks of old newspapers and magazines, which are called for everyone to browse in their leisure time. short.

So, while everyone was laughing and reading the newspapers, chatting with each other, suddenly, Ah Fei shouted: "My God——"

Everyone was taken aback, she put down the newspaper and sighed heavily: "Forget it, this girl is already dead, so at most I can only salivate like this!"

Everyone became interested immediately, and they leaned forward to take a look. I heard Sister Huang's voice raised a little: "Oh..."

I raised my eyes and took a look, my heart moved slightly.I recognized it. What she was holding in her hand turned out to be Qiao Zhi's exclusive interview with Long Feimo. It was also Miss Qiao's first successful interview. Back then, it was grandly placed on the coffee table in our living room for several days.

I turned around and poured water, and I heard Fan Yao, the number one beauty in the magazine, say that her boyfriend is an executive in a large private company and has always had exclusive news disclosures: "Listen to my boyfriend, the boss of their company and the Long family They are family friends. The Long Group was originally inherited by the two Long Jingtian brothers, but Long Weitian, who is now Long Feimo's father, is obsessed with painting and has always disliked business. Later, for some unknown reason, he simply brought the whole family to immigrate. To the United States..." She shrugged, her tone was always reserved and elegant, "Besides, I heard that when Long Feimo came back from the United States, he brought a large sum of money into Long's and blocked many people's mouths. After a while, a large number of old ministers were cleaned out in a smooth manner, and the wrists were not so high. Some people said," she suddenly lowered her voice, somewhat mysteriously, "Long Jingtian handed over the Long family to his nephew out of no choice. because……"

At this moment, someone knocked on the door and came in. She shut up vigilantly, and everyone looked at each other in blank dismay. I lowered my head and heard the news from my family from outsiders. It felt weird. What's more, this family...

I shook my head and sighed softly from the bottom of my heart.At this moment, Ah Fei said something, which caused everyone to laugh, and then approached me again and again: "Sang Xiao, let's sing K together at night, anyway, you will be bored when you go back alone. Let me solemnly introduce you to a handsome guy..." Before I could answer, my phone rang, I smiled apologetically at her, and when I picked it up, it turned out to be Teacher Fang whom I hadn't contacted for a long time.

As soon as she put down the phone, she pointed at me with her little finger surreptitiously: "Cunning, you don't even tell us about the situation!" She rubbed her chin, "Well, the voice sounds like a master, it seems that someone has been in love recently It’s very busy.”

I smiled and let her tease me very cooperatively.

The place where Mr. Fang asked me to meet was a high-end western restaurant with an elegant environment. He looked much thinner than before, but he was still very personable.His clothes were as elegant and unobtrusive as ever, and even the trousers were ironed.

I'm not surprised. Before I got married, he would call me out every once in a while and treat me to a big meal at a premium.I am not particular about food, but he is a gluttonous eater. Thanks to him, I can roughly draw the location map of famous restaurants.

He looked at me and frowned: "Sang Xiao, you are still so thin." He asked with concern, "How are you doing recently?"

I was eating caviar, I nodded first, then smiled: "I'm a bit busy."

He sliced ​​the steak slowly, sliced ​​beautifully and evenly piece by piece, dipped in the sauce one by one after cutting, but he was not in a hurry to eat, but pushed it in front of me: "Eat more, I remember you like to eat. He said thoughtfully, "Perhaps in the future, there will not be many such opportunities."

I was stunned and couldn't help asking: "Why?"

He looked at the lights flickering in the night outside the window, and after a while, he turned his head: "I'm going back to England in a few days, and it will take a long time before I can come back."

I suddenly felt that the thing in my throat was hard to swallow, I stared at him, his face was covered with a touch of sadness and tranquility.In his eyes, there is a heavy twilight.

At this moment, he is just like what Qiao Zhi predicted to me at the beginning: "With Teacher Fang's qualifications, he is definitely a person with extraordinary stories."

Seeing my expression, he explained: "There are still some things to deal with over there, and..." His face darkened slightly, "To pay homage to a deceased friend." He stretched out his hand and patted My hand, "Sang Xiao, take care."

It was very late at night, I turned the key and gently opened the door.

I am not a person who is easy to be emotional, but in the face of Teacher Fang who has cared for me like a father, a teacher and a friend for nearly ten years, my heart is full of regret. No wonder the ancients said that the meaning of parting when young is not light, and the reunion when old Also sad.

After dinner, the two of us found a teahouse to drink tea and chat until late at night.I don't know why, but I always have a strange, unusual premonition that is almost sad. Maybe there will be very few opportunities to chat like this in the future, or even...

No.

There was no light in the living room, and it was quiet. I thought I had already fallen asleep. With the faint moonlight streaming in through the curtains, I lightly prepared to go upstairs.

Suddenly, there was a slight sound from the leisure couch by the window, and then a small light was turned on.I just stood there for a moment, then turned around to look.In fact, you don’t need to look to know who it is. At this time, it will only be him, the person under the same roof as me. Since that night, the person who is destined to be the closest to me is also the person who is the strangest. I think, All my life, I will never be able, nor will it be possible, to really understand him.

At this moment, he is reclining on the couch, under the soft light, his posture is very lazy and casual, even his eyes are half-opened, but I know that the eyes hidden behind the eyes are burning Then staring at me, at this moment, he is like a cheetah, calmly facing his prey.

Sure enough, he looked at me and smiled slightly: "It's so late?"

I didn't say anything.

He spoke again: "Why?"

I am speechless.

He slowly: "Don't want to say?"

I still haven't spoken.

He thought for a moment, propped his chin with one hand, and casually played with the matchbox in his hand with the fingers of the other hand, looking very good-tempered: "Are you meeting with colleagues?" I was startled for a moment, then nodded, He said good night lightly and walked upstairs.

I am really not in the mood to speak, and until now, my heart is still full of doubts.In the teahouse, at the end of the sitting, when Uncle Fang took out his wallet to check out, he accidentally brought out a photo. Although his face changed suddenly and he picked it up quickly, I could still see clearly that photo. , that photo...

The smiling, gentle woman in that photo is the same person as the one Aunt An gave me.

For this period of time, I have been secretly looking for all possible clues, but like a traveler who has lost his way in the thick fog of a foreign country, hesitating endlessly but without any clues, and tonight's accident is more like being blinded in front of my eyes. There was a heavy layer of haze.

Until now, my heart is still confused.

I heard a voice behind me: "Wait a minute." I turned my eyes and saw a figure standing slowly, getting closer and closer to me, his voice was still very pleasant, "Although your stubborn appearance now is more Usually, it is more attractive, but Sang Xiao," his voice and face gradually turned cold, "beautiful and honest, I still prefer the latter."

(End of this chapter)