Black & White

The next day, early in the morning, when the first ray of light spilled into the master bedroom, Ji Yining turned sideways. The biological clock completely failed, and the whole person was uncharacteristically tired.

He didn't even have the strength to open his eyes, and his body was so sore that the sequelae of the hangover was headache and cracking, so that Ji Yining, who had never been in bed, had the desire to not want to get up for the first time in his life. Can't help but get under the covers, silently calming myself in my heart w: ten minutes, sleep for ten minutes and get up...

Drowsiness reappeared, unable to withstand the harassment of sleepiness, and just fell asleep again.

In the dream, Ji Yining heard an x-feeling voice in her ear and asked in a low voice, enticing h Wub: "...Who is the most beautiful person Yining has ever seen?"

She was so sleepy that she didn't even have the strength to answer, but the other party was totally disheartened. She patiently repeated the question over and over again, and the sound quality was gorgeous, so she couldn't help being tempted.

His lips moved slightly, and Ji Yining's vague voice came from a low voice: "Mona Lisa..."

"..."

Tang Yi rarely felt embarrassed.

It is indeed Ji Yining, magical enough. Well, losing to the Mona Lisa in terms of beauty, he is more acceptable.

She was naked and easily made Tang Yi's eyes dark. In bed, especially when he was in bed with Ji Yining, Tang Yi was definitely a person who wanted her, he would definitely want her if he wanted her.

The slender fingers moved downstream along the curve of her waist, reaching between her tightly closed legs. The memory of last night came to my eyes, as if the temperature that belonged to him in her had not yet dissipated, and remembering how charming and charming she was immersed in love, Tang Yi's eyes instantly fell into depression.

Five minutes later, Ji Yining unconsciously squeezed the quilt, opened his lips slightly, and said yelling.

Tang Yila is under her body, covering her white body, provoking her gaze with her fingers, using her voice to fascinate her defense line, "When will Yining go to the Louvre to watch "Mona Lisa" ?"

Ji Yining was so distracted by him, his breath was completely messed up, and he answered vaguely: "University..."

Tang Yi is definitely a person who knows how to do it. He didn't let her plan go, and put his finger in it to lead her to pour out of love.

He kissed her lips and disturbed her thoughts, "Who did you see?"

How could a novice like Ji Yining stand the provocation of his skill, gagging his neck, all his rational thoughts flew away, and he unconsciously told him everything.

"Save the illusion..."

Tang Yi stopped.

The next second, he suddenly walked away from her.

The extremely fast speed brings great pleasure, but after a moment, what is left to the body is long-term emptiness.

Ji Yining was thrown off the clouds at once, and finally came back to his mind. He opened his eyes wearily, met the focus dazedly, and saw a familiar figure.

He put his hands on her side, covering her whole body, black hair hanging down, blocking his vision, making her unable to see his expression, and the sense of oppression swept across the sky.

"Tang, Tang Yi..."

Seeing the picture of two people all in red, Ji Yining was immediately embarrassed and horrified, his hands hurriedly blocked x, and even his ears were bloody.

"Tang Yi...we, how could we..."

"Don't call me Tang Yi."

He interrupted her suddenly, his eyes darkened.

"What you called me yesterday, you can call me today, and you are not allowed to change it in the future."

He was angry.

Ji Yining suddenly discovered this reality, but what was he angry about?

Tang Yi suddenly raised his hand to touch her face, with an expression of Yan Li, "...don't remember how you called me yesterday?"

It turned out that he always thought that Ji Yining was an extremely restrained person and didn't know how to take the initiative. From the point of calling and calling, she could tell that she had always called her first name and last name, and didn't know how to act like a baby or please him.

However, he realized only j minutes ago that she did not treat everyone like this.

The name that she called out of her mouth unconsciously made Tang Yi's bones deep. Only then did I realize that, no matter how long time passed, no matter whether he was together or not, as long as Ji Yi preferred to, he could always keep the intimate habits in his heart.

Suddenly, Tang Yi grabbed her hand that was blocking X and pressed it down. With one move, she was completely frank in front of him. Ignoring her extremely embarrassed expression, he lowered his head and bit on her X-part, his lips and tongue slid over the towering top, and then suddenly stood up and buried all of himself in her, deliberately asking her to endure the duality of body and morality Tortured.

"How about this? How about this, can't you remember it?" Yan Li's face was pierced in front of her, and she straightened her, "We were like this last night, how did you call me, and now I forgot it all? ... But For another person, Ji Yining can remember so clearly, eh?"

Ji Yining finally understood where he was wrong.

"Chunhuan is a friend, a classmate..."

She explained to him cautiously, the voice was very weak, mixed with a tremor: "When I was in Cambridge, the schoolmates called him that, so I called him. I just got used to it and didn't mean anything else..."

He didn't speak, just staring at her softly. He was a master at observing words and seizing things, and never allowed anyone to lie in front of him, especially her.

Ji Yining was so afraid of him, he couldn't help calling him: "Tang Yi..."

His face sank.

Ji Yining quickly changed her words, although she was quite unaccustomed and had difficulty speaking, she still obeyed.

"Yi..." She shook his hand and showed him weakness: "I was very drunk last night, wasn't it? My head hurts now..."

Tang Yi finally restrained his oppressive breath and kissed her lips, moving softly. Then she moved the bottom and went straight into her, making her scream.

"Now? It doesn't hurt anymore, right? Yining..."

...

This day is Friday, the sky is clear, the y light is shining, with the lazy warmth that is unique to the early autumn, the warm wind passes through the border, and the whole body is warm.

When Tang Yi and Ji Yining were lingering in the early morning, the city’s ancient art gallery welcomed a special guest.

The old curator stood on the steps and watched him slowly walking towards him. The light blue shirt and plaid ao clothes were really good-natured. He walked up the steps step by step and stood still, with a gentle and meticulous temperament.

The curator smiled and stepped forward and hugged him.

"Wi, you really haven't changed at all."

The ancient art gallery is empty and quiet, and only the sound of slow pacing is left, echoing in the huge space, quiet and high.

"Thank you this time," the curator sincerely thanked him: "If you don't have your funds, there will be no turnover here. I'm afraid it doesn't exist anymore."

The man smiled, his voice faint: "It should be."

"Heh," the curator smiled, and couldn't help sighing: "Nowadays, you are the only people doing vc and e, and you will be willing to invest money in me. There is neither a rate of return nor market value."

Listening quietly to the curator's words, his expression was very indifferent, without the ferocious killing intent that a vce person should have.

"You haven't returned to China for many years, have you?"

"Yeah, it's been many years."

"Have you ever wanted to come back? Or, go to the United States with your parents? Now most of your investment banking business is in the United States and China. You are in the United Kingdom and there is no one to help you. It will always be very hard."

"It's okay, I'll stay in London," he said quietly, his voice flowing like a mountain stream: "The United States has Goldman Sachs from Lloyde, and Tang Sheng from Tang Chenrui in China, so whether it is vc or e , It’s the same everywhere."

Competition, fighting, and hard work, these are all he will inevitably accept in this life.

The curator lightly sighed: "It's always inconvenient for you to stay in London alone."

"Convenient," he said suddenly, "Convenient to wait for someone."

He doesn't leave Ltown, can't leave, he is still waiting for someone.

Suddenly he stood in front of a painting, raised his eyes and looked at it quietly, with his hands in the k bag, quietly clenching into a fist.

Drawing nv, deep eyes and long eyelashes, holding hands with j, corners of lips slightly curled, a smile, the whole world is intoxicated.

"This is an imitation of "Mona Lisa"," the curator asked with interest: "Do you like that painting too?"

"No, no," he smiled and explained faintly: "I used to have a friend who she liked very much. At Louvre, she admired the painting for two hours."

The curator was someone who came over, and he heard the meaning and asked playfully: "dieliebe?"

Germany, lover.

He didn't speak, his expression was pale, and a lonely mist flashed across his eyes.

"She is a very Zen nv boy.... She doesn't talk much, she always smiles so indifferently, she looks beautiful when she reads a book, she knows so much, but she never shows off, even No one will know."

The curator was amazed: "There are really fewer and fewer nv kids like this now."

"Tell you a story."

He smiled and spoke slowly. His voice was nostalgic, with a hint of sadness. "The European exam in the last year of the university. Her work was a painting. She painted for three weeks, but was finally caught People are ruined, because the judges of that examination are from the Royal Academy. Whoever has a good final work will have the chance to be selected for training. There is only one place, so the competition is fierce."

The curator nodded: "She must be crying?"

"No," he shook his head in a distressed voice: "I have never seen her cry. She looks weak, but she never cries. She didn't even complain, put away the ruined painting, and used At the time of the last night, a new piece of work came out."

The curator was very happy: "Then was she selected later?"

He nodded.

The curator laughed.

"But she didn't go, she was regarded as giving up voluntarily..."

The curator was shocked: "How come?"

"Because she's gone," his expression was sad. "She's gone. I heard that something went wrong in her house, but she never told us.... She never said to any one."

Including him.

As time passed by, more and more guests in the art gallery.

He raised his wrist and looked at the time, Junxiu turned to the curator and nodded slightly, "It's getting late, I should go."

"So fast?" The curator was reluctant. "I originally wanted to ask someone to accompany you to visit here. She is very good and she will definitely have a common language with you."

It's a pity that Yining's family just called and said she was not in good shape today and asked for a day off.

"Next time," he smiled slightly, Mr. An: "Next time it will be fine."

"You are perfunctory again," the curator sighed: "Next time you return to China, I don't know what year it is."

At the door, his subordinates have already begun to remind him, "Mr. Zhou, it's almost time."

So the curator could only accompany him out.

His car parked under the steps, and the assistant pulled the car door. He and the curator walked down the steps side by side. The man faced the curator and was about to say ‘goodbye’.

Unexpectedly, a voice from far and near interrupted all his sanity.

"Sorry! I'm late today!..."

Zhou Cunhuan looked at the familiar figure in front of him, watched her pass by, watched her rush forward, standing in front of the curator, bowing her head and apologizing.

This morning, she appeared just like this, like a fairy tale.

Just like the sudden departure of the year.

Make him tremble all over.

——I always thought that I can't remember the shirt you wore when I saw you last time, the shirt I wore, there is still time, place, and feelings. I always thought that after so long, I can't remember your face.

Unexpectedly, I remember everything about you.

"Yining..."

Hearing the sound, she turned around suspiciously.

When he raised his eyes, he was completely shocked.

He suddenly stepped forward and couldn't say anything anymore. He just wanted to make sure that the person in front of him was not the same Ji Yining from the beginning. So he raised his hand, put her in his arms, hugged her tightly, and hugged her tightly, for fear of closing his eyes and she was gone again.

The fate of two people is sometimes really not enough for the previous life, but only half a lifetime.

The encounter is so short, but the end of the world is so long.

Unexpectedly see you again after many years, and all that can be said is the useless sentence, don't come and be fine.