Qingqingmoshangmulberry

Chapter 21

I finally closed the diary.The night is already very deep.Long Feimo had already gone to bed, and even Long Feige, who was always a night owl, couldn't bear to go to sleep. In the huge living room, I was sitting alone by the window.I close my eyes.

After an unknown amount of time, a hand was placed on my shoulder, and I opened my eyes, a little confused: "Is it raining?" He leaned over and said, "No." Come on, hold my hand: "Sang Xiao." After a while, suddenly, "There's no need to hold back."

I lowered my head: "No." My voice became blurred, "Thank you." He said "uh" and casually changed the topic: "Go to bed early, don't forget that Qiao Xun is getting married tomorrow."

I did not forget.

Qiao Last occupied my whole night last night.The legendary one-cup pour has finally reappeared.I watched her busy with joy, as if she was holding hands with the wine glass and choking with tears when she came out of this door. In the end, I, who had been depressed, had no choice but to persuade her: "Joe Miss, if I remember correctly, you are getting married the day after tomorrow, not going to the execution ground, can I ask you to be normal?"

She shook her head capriciously and drunkenly: "No, I just want to drink!"

I nodded helplessly: "Okay." I pushed all the wine bottles in front of her, "Please use it slowly." Ning Hao wanted to blame her anyway, and it was none of my business.

She raised her head boldly and took a big glass.

I blinked and looked at her, really puzzled: "Qiao Xu." She said "hmm".I raised my finger and shook it in front of her eyes: "Ask you something." I couldn't understand it, "Why did you and Ning Hao have such a deadlock?" This question has been buried in my heart for many years. .

She widened her eyes, looked at me viciously, looked at me, and gritted her teeth to force out a sentence: "It's not your fault!" She raised her head and poured another glass, "Do you remember when you passed the message for him in the freshman year?" , ask me to go to the bookstore at the railway station entrance?"

I nodded: "I remember." I remember that he begged me for a long time.

She gritted her teeth: "Well, I think I'm just idle, so I wandered all the way to the train station and waited for nearly an hour, but he didn't show up even though it was raining. My aunt got angry and went home What do you guess?" She poured herself another cup neatly, "The next day, Fatty Wu came to me aggressively and asked me why I let his brother dove and let him wait all night for nothing, he got a cold and a fever On an IV? NND, I haven’t settled with my aunt yet!” She glanced at me calmly, “Didn’t you know all about it later?”

I said "Oh", but was confused: "What's none of my business?"

She rushed over and grabbed my neck: "You still have the face to ask?! He said the East Railway Station, and you told me the West Railway Station!"

I faint.

It was very late, and Qiao Xi's tears and snot began to travel around the world on my clothes.I understand premarital phobia, and I have to comfort her: "It's okay, Ning Hao will treat you well." Thinking about it is wrong, or should I comfort Ning Hao?
She raised her head to look at me with drunken eyes, and suddenly burst into tears with a "wow": "Sang Xiao, I'm sorry..." She was sobbing, "Sang Xiao..." She murmured to herself He muttered something that others could not understand at all.

I sighed, stretched out my hand to support her crumbling, and took out the phone to dial a few numbers, "Please come to the lost and found."

Some things are better to be confused than to be clear.

Probably because I really couldn't bear to see my expression all day long, on the quiet street late at night, Long Feimo took a puff of cigarette, and said lightly: "It's just that your good friend is getting married, Mrs. Long, you don't have to act like that." You were a hundred times happier when you got married, right?" I looked up at him and sighed: "Mr. Long, I guess you have never had a real friend. A good friend means that when you are happy, she will be happy too. When you are in trouble She will be willing to jump out to help you as soon as possible..."

Even if you know that she was confused for a while, you are equally willing to forgive.

As soon as I finished speaking, I felt a little regretful.I don't know when it started, I became more and more casual in front of him, more and more outspoken and even mean, which was unimaginable for me before.He looked at me with no sullen expression on his face, but a trace of inexplicable concentration.I was a little overwhelmed by him, my eyes drifted away, and I looked around.Hmm, it seems a little familiar.I looked towards the sign at the intersection: Thoroughfare Street.

Long Feimo also saw it: "Sang Xiao." I thought about it, and smiled at him: "Mr. Long, don't play charades with me, just tell me." My mother's story told me that management is often more important than waiting.

He pursed his lips and said disapprovingly, "I overestimated your IQ so much that I still have to be disappointed after more than ten years."

Um?There is something in the words.My heart actually had signs of beating more and more violently.I took a deep breath, Yu Sangxiao, you are more than seventeen or eighteen, this kind of reaction is not suitable for you.Moreover, the person opposite you has such a flattering expression.

His eyes suddenly stared straight ahead.I looked over and saw a group of punks swearing and maliciously surrounding a boy about twelve or thirteen years old.Before I recovered, I saw him throwing the cigarette butt lightly, and walked over: "Let him go." The leader was like a gangster with strands of yellow hair, holding a cigarette in his mouth. He squinted his eyes and said rudely: "Who are you? You said let it go..." Before I finished speaking, my eyes blurred, and something like a rag flew out immediately, hitting the right-hand man not far away. in the corner.

It was that yellow hair.

This, this, so violent... I was so shocked that I couldn't react.Deathly silence.The group of punks whose average age is definitely not more than 20 years old seemed to be petrified, and said nothing.

He walked over slowly, bent down, looked at the man lying on the ground with his eyes closed and bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and said softly, "I've always been the eldest in the family, why, do you have any opinions?"

The little boy pursed his lips and stood in front of us coolly.He was neatly dressed and, unexpectedly, looked familiar.He stared at me for a long time, then turned his head to stare at Long Feimo, stared at Long Feimo, bowed suddenly, and said expressionlessly, "Thank you. But without you, I can handle it myself."

After I was stunned for a moment, I couldn't help laughing because of his serious tone and super mature expression.Well... a bold young man.Long Feimo looked at him and even smiled. He patted the other person on the shoulder and said appreciatively, "Okay. I believe you."

After the little boy walked away, Long Feimo withdrew his gaze: "The him now is the me who was more than ten years ago." He looked at me with a half-smile, "The me now is the you who was more than ten years ago. "

I blinked my eyes, and it was rare for me to be smart: "Here?"

He nodded: "At that time, you were thin and small, and you were very clueless." He lit another cigarette, "Stand at this position, facing a group of tall and big gangsters not far away. Shouting: The police are coming! The police are coming! After they ran away, they ran up to me and began to scold me..."

He looked at me with an intriguing expression: "You stared at me and said viciously, 'You deserve to be robbed if you come to this street dressed like this! Send me a crumpled bill, 'Here you go, ride home!'"

With a half-smile, he deliberately added: "Including my parents, since I was a child, no one has ever been so rude to me."

My face turned blue and then red.I admit that when I was a teenager, especially before the reckless and reckless thirteen or fourteen years old, I probably did more than one or two such things in Aunt An's thoughts of doing a good deed every day.But according to Qiao Xu, even though Long Feimo makes people tremble at the sight of it, he is still a large portion of Haagen-Dazs, right?Why am I so confused and have no impression at all?

He tapped my head: "That's already the second time. That afternoon, I came to help Fei Ge to buy things, and then I met a group of hooligans who came to rob me. I had a low fever that day and let them rob me. Jumped out." He glanced at me and mocked slightly, "You are really overthinking yourself, you know, if anyone pushes you lightly, you will have to lie at home and not get up for three to five days." Afterwards, he said lightly , "However, if I hadn't met you again, I would have completely forgotten about it."

I said "Oh" and then gave him a blank look.Tsk tsk tsk, listen, "Let them rob"?Is he so honest?I still don't know what tricks are playing behind it.I vaguely remember that gang of gangsters used to be active at that street corner, and then suddenly disappeared collectively as if one day.

Moreover, I secretly slandered sourly, don't worry, I have self-knowledge, so I don't need to be so clean.However, suddenly, my heart moved, um, or, can I look forward to one day, torture him, what exactly is trying to cover up?
Suddenly, he thought of something: "Yu Sangxiao, it seems that you forgot to tell me something?" I looked at him, not surprised he would ask this, frankly: "I left all of that to Uncle Fang. "Uncle Fang just recovered from a serious illness, and after a period of rest, he bid farewell to me and returned to England.I think, whether it is a house or a painting, he is more entitled to own it than me.Looking at my mother's diary, I feel like a world away. After all, I have never gotten along with her. I can't understand such a heavy life at all. I also can't fully understand the platonic relationship between Uncle Fang and his mother. Feelings.I even feel a little aggrieved for Uncle Fang in private.But, no matter what, I am deeply grateful for the time he spent with my mother.

Before leaving, Uncle Fang said to me: "Sang Xiao, forgive me for hiding it from you. All along, I just don't want those ugly and dark things to affect you. I am very glad that you have always maintained a kind nature. If your mother can see Now that you are like this, you should be happy too." I was silent.I don't know how long he can last, I only know that if he can spend his last time in that small wooden house, he must be happy too.

Long Feimo remained silent, and after a long while: "He is rare." I nodded.And, deeply sorry.He turned around to look at the vast starry sky, and said calmly, "My father and mother had a very good relationship before." Looking at his expression, I suddenly felt a little distressed.The cramping pain, if it wasn't a coincidence, if...he, now, would be a little different, right?
Everyone says that Long Feimo is aggressive and vicious like a hunter, but I can see his tiredness when he comes back every day. Responsibility and hatred, his life, may be much easier.

I held his hand and didn't know what to say. After a long time, I said, "...I'm sorry."

He stared at me, and then patted my head: "It has nothing to do with you." He lowered his eyes and looked at my hands, "Why don't you wear them?" I was startled, and looked down at my bare fingers.

When we came back from England, Long Fei Pavilion was very happy: "Sang Xiao, how are you doing, are you having a good time?" He looked at Long Fei Mo's expression, leaned in front of me, and said in a low voice, "Brother , You are amazing, my eldest brother was reincarnated from a robot, and he was kidnapped by you to travel around the mountains." He made a gesture of "Xiaosheng admires" to me.

I couldn't help but laugh.Long Feimo came over and tapped him on the shoulder: "It's not big or small!" Then he went upstairs.Longfei Pavilion still refused to leave, and stood beside me, slyly: "How about it, go out for a while, has something started... er... warming up? Also," his expression and tone were the same Ambiguously, "Sang Xiao, my brother's arms..." He pretended to be intoxicated, "Warm and comfortable enough...what?"

My face turned red instantly.I glared at him, and then glared at him again. Really, the tiger doesn't show his power, so he treats me as Hello Kitty?I said coolly, "Well, it's been a long time since I went out to drink tea with Sang Mei." I didn't expect that Sang Mei would give up going abroad because of him, and the relationship between the two of them became more and more gluey than I expected.Perhaps, I am too pessimistic too far-sighted.Today's young people, if they get together, they will get together and if they don't, they will disperse. I am the master of my youth, and I am so chic to the extreme, so why should others worry about it?
He raised his hand as a gesture of begging for mercy: "Okay, okay, I'll stop." He glanced at the direction Long Feimo was going up, and then at my hand, his voice was still low, "However, as a teacher in a day For the sake of that, I can sacrifice some secrets..." He continued to peek upstairs with lingering fear, "Do you still remember the last time you ran away from home out of nowhere? Do you know why my elder brother is so angry?" He looked at my hand, "It's because..."

"Have you chewed enough?" A faint voice came from upstairs.I looked up, Long Feimo was wearing a nightgown, leaning on the railing and looking at us.

Long Feige nodded hastily, and at the last moment before jumping away, whispered: "You didn't bring it for the second time..." Under the increasingly fierce gaze upstairs, he fled away like a lifeless man.

Although he jumped out from time to time to tease him a few times, he never dared to stroke the tiger's whiskers easily.

I was as afraid as Long Feige, thought for a while, and pulled out the necklace in my collar: "Here." I am just a small employee, I often go out for interviews, and I always feel that it is hard to explain to people and reluctantly accept other people's doubts and probes Eyes are a thankless task.

He didn't make a sound, and suddenly said after a while: "Who gave the necklace?"

I bowed my head: "Aunt An." The only memory left to me.

He took my hand and said lightly, "I don't think you're so stupid..." He didn't continue.

I bowed my head.These days, I have been avoiding thinking about it, my head started to ache, before... about my mother... about me... about He Yanqing...

I looked up at him and forced a smile: "Why didn't you ask me?" Since returning from London, he has kept silent about everything, as if it had nothing to do with him.

I've been a little uneasy.

"No need." He said lightly, "You are an independent person, and now, you are not in Yu's house, and you don't owe anyone. There is no need to deliberately explain anything to anyone." He frowned, "Sang Xiao, you If you blame too much, it will be hypocritical."

I bowed my head, a little aggrieved, and my eyes were a little sour.I turned my head away.

He stretched out his hand: "Why don't you speak?"

My body was stiff and I refused to turn my head. I didn't want him to see my expression.When my father beat me, I never shed a single tear, but he was able to force out my strong resentment and grievance with a simple word.

The whole world can, only him, can't.

He firmly insisted on pulling my body: "Sang Xiao, what you want me to know, I'm not interested at all, and," he lowered his head and pinched out the cigarette, slowly, "I won't be interested in anyone other than you. The two made exceptions again and again."

I was startled, and after a long time, I reached out and hugged him.

Yu Sangxiao, Yu Sangxiao, it turns out that a single word can penetrate your entire mood little by little.

After a long time, he let go, raised his head to look at me, and said suddenly: "Guan Mu and Qiao Xu have attended the wedding, how do you feel?"

I thought about it: "Don't you think this kind of weather is not suitable for getting married?" The rainy season unique to the south of the Yangtze River is so cloudy and wet that it makes people mad.

"..."

I repeated my efforts: "And ah, Guan Mu is so excited that he always forgets his words." A articulate barrister, under the flowers and grand ostentation, he would smirk at everyone, and I took pictures of him very unkindly. After I got it down, I set up this photo to save, and I plan to give it to their family Guan Xiaomu for free in the future.

"..."

Excitedly, I wanted to continue, but he stopped me a little impatiently: "That's all you thought of?" I was stunned, "Why, is there anything else?" I forgot that your brain is structured differently than others," he ruffled my hair, "no regrets at all?"

I was stunned. Back then, my wedding with him was in a very small auditorium. Only close relatives of both parties attended, and the total number of people did not exceed 30. In retrospect, I have no impression. I only remember that it was also a rainy day, full of darkness. It was stuffy to my heart, he was wearing a dark suit, and I was wearing the wedding dress ordered by my aunt and sister-in-law. Because I had never tried it on, my waist was a whole circle bigger, and his and my expressions were far away. It was more stuffy than the weather, the two were relatively speechless, and I lowered my head from the beginning to the end, without hugging or kissing, I just exchanged rings hastily.Probably seeing our faces, even Long Feige and Guan Mu, who are always the most playful, obediently kept silent and behaved like hell.

I very much doubt that uninformed people will definitely have some bad imaginations when they see that scene.

As for now, sorry?I thought for a while: "A little bit." Back then, he was a complete stranger to me. I was terrified of him, waiting for the opportunity to leave forever like that small box quietly placed in the corner, but now, I don't know why, and I don't know when it started. I actually hope that the previous scenes can be repeated, and I can slowly freeze the frame bit by bit, and freeze the frame at the most beautiful moment.

I actually started to feel melancholy.

He looked at me silently in a daze, and twisted my nose: "You have been excited for a day, and how can you be full from the banquet, let's go."

My eyes began to bend up little by little, how would outsiders know how mouth-watering Master Long's private kitchen is?Thinking about how Long Fei Pavilion has been exclusive to him for so many years is enough to make people jealous.

After walking two steps, I remembered that next time I must find an opportunity to tell him that a gentleman uses his words but not his hands.

After eating, drinking and taking a shower, I sat cross-legged on the bed, put on the glasses that I seldom use at ordinary times, and started to study the market of stock funds in front of the computer.Recently, the stock market is booming and full of bullishness. Almost everyone is busy making money.One day, Qiao Xi suddenly invited me to eat Pizza Hut, and I wondered, "Why, did you win the lottery?" She is usually very stingy, and it has almost become a habit to rub my oil. She laughed dryly at first, and then showed an expression of inexplicable surprise: " Sang Xiao, are you a caveman? Or just traveled from Mars?"

So, under her crazy instigation, I also joined the ranks of the national stock market, took out almost all my savings, and risked being ridiculed by Long Feige, and devoted myself to calculating my daily operating income.

Long Feimo came out, and while wiping the water from his hair, he casually said, "What are you looking at again?" His sneaky behavior towards me is like me refusing to quit my job regardless of his aunt's side-talking. Same, almost never saying a word, neither caring nor asking.

In his usual style, he was never willing to pay attention to things he didn't think were worthwhile.

I looked up from the screen, behind the lens, and smiled a little guiltyly: "Well... a three-day trip to Hong Kong." Two days ago, Qiao Xu and I were bragging about a ten-day trip to Europe, plus each contracted ten Poor students of Hope Primary School.Both of us have always believed in crossing people and crossing ourselves.The stock market has fallen in the past two days, and the two of us wished we could cry all the way along the phone line to seek comfort.

He acted as if he didn't hear me, came over and sat next to me, watched me listlessly closing my book, and frowned: "You don't have enough money, why waste so much energy?"

Now that he has seen through it, I don't need to pretend anything. I took off my glasses, rolled over on the bed, and lay down on my back again. I moaned comfortably and said inarticulately, "You don't understand." Having lived overseas for many years, he will never understand that the education Qiao Xu and I have received since childhood is that happiness should be shared with others and money should be earned by oneself.

Alas, Chinese women are becoming more and more aggressive, no wonder traditional apostles always lament that Chinese women are not as virtuous as Korean and Japanese women.

I turned around again: "You profiteers earn so much money, how do you know the hard work of us small people..." I closed my eyes and murmured, "Go and read Mr. Ye Shengtao's "Overcharged by Three or Five Dou" ..."

After tossing and tossing for a long time, there is only one word of sleepiness.

Before I finished speaking, suddenly, a light breath was close at hand. I opened my eyes and saw a pair of bottomless black eyes. He didn't look at me, but looked at my chest without any scruples.

I lowered my head in a daze, and couldn't help but gasp immediately.sky!I wore a V-neck pajamas today. This is not the key point. The key point is that the first button on the neckline left home long ago, and half of the skirt was rolled up.That is, that is to say...

I was ashamed and angry, trying to cover my chest with one hand, and pushing him away with the other, but he easily grabbed him.He innocently said, "It has nothing to do with me."

I gritted my teeth.Yes, yes, I don't know how long I watched it, and it has nothing to do with you? ! !I can't care less about fighting with him, but I can't compete with him anyway.He gritted his teeth and frantically tried to save himself, but was powerless. I watched him smile indifferently, and leaned down: "Now I know, profiteers make money, but the food of profiteers is not so delicious." ,Um?"

I close my eyes again.

Well, I admit, I am no match no matter whether I use my hands or my words.

(End of this chapter)