The world of Chinese style creates a prosperous era for girl groups

Chapter 698 Peaceful years

Xia Haoyang was originally a little unhappy, but Zeng Jingyi gently resolved his feelings and he became confident again. Zeng Jingyi's words: both physically and mentally satisfied, greatly boosted Xia Haoyang's self-confidence.

After enjoying a oral service, I lay happily on the bed.

Zeng Jingyi left because she needed to adapt to the venue with her teammates and practice with the accompaniment teachers of the program team.

Xia Haoyang was lying naked on the bed, looking at the ceiling, without a quilt covering him. At first, he had nothing in his mind, but then the shadows of Wang Qing and Tang Wanqi flashed in his mind.

Then he remembered the differences between the women.

Goosebumps.

He remembered that he once got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom. After returning to the room, he saw Wang Qing sleeping next to him. He kissed her and stretched out his arms to hug her. He found that Wang Qing frowned in her sleep, the hair on her arms stood up, and then small particles appeared. These are goose bumps.

At that time, Xia Haoyang didn't know the reason and thought that Wang Qing was having a nightmare.

Only now did I realize that it was her body's instinctive rejection of my closeness.

It is true that Wang Qing likes Fatty Xia. Perhaps Wang Qing did not realize at the time that her soul was no longer the same as Fatty Xia's soul, but her body instinctively sensed it, so she resisted her own intimacy and got goose bumps.

It turns out that all this shows that Wang Qing doesn't like herself.

Xia Haoyang smiled self-deprecatingly and sighed.

Then I thought of Tang Wanqi.

Wanqi absolutely loves herself, and loves her cautiously, just like how Wang Qing was cautious about Xia Haoyang in the past.

Wanqi never goes against her will, but caters to her bad taste in various ways. But when getting along with Wanqi, what I feel more is not love, but sacrifice.

Xia Haoyang thought of this word instinctively, and the picture that came to his mind was a beautiful girl tied up with chains, with a fearless expression on her face, and saying "I do."

Xia Haoyang smiled again and shook his head gently.

Zeng Jingyi's figure appeared in my mind again.

Xia Haoyang could feel Zeng Jingyi's love, but Zeng Jingyi did not completely respond to him. She would also consider her own feelings and whether she was comfortable. So when the passion reached a peak, she would ask for another try many times, and she would scare herself every time.

Wanqi had never taken the initiative in this regard, but had passively endured it. If she wanted it, she would cheer up and cater to it, but she was too humble to dare to raise her own requests.

Wanqi is pitiful. She put everything in her own hands and carefully maintained the relationship between the two. Of course, she may not feel hard, or even feel happy. But all her happiness and joy are not controlled by herself, but by me. This is an untrue fact.

So after that happened, she collapsed in prison. She knew that as a murderer she was destined to be unable to be with me. She could not see a future or hope, so she chose to self-destruct.

This kind of life happiness controlled by others, even if it is love, is too heavy.

Zeng Jingyi is different. She also pursues love, but she is more rational. She will tell you: "You have to take care of your health. If she is the only one left, she will run away with someone else."

She will not cater to any bad ideas you bring up, she will think about whether you are in the right condition now, and take into account your health and future.

Zeng Jingyi considers more about the future, while Tang Wanqi will unconditionally cater to any of your requests without thinking about whether it is suitable or not, and what will happen in the future; perhaps she instinctively knows that there is no future between her and herself.

When I am alone, I like to think about random things. Xia Haoyang fell asleep while thinking.

In his sleep, Xia Haoyang seemed to have one dream, but also seemed to have many dreams.

Wang Qing, Tang Wanqi and Zeng Jingyi also appeared in the dream, but it seemed rather confusing, sometimes ancient and sometimes modern. Suddenly, a wedding sedan came into his mind. Xia Haoyang saw someone pulling open the door curtain, and a woman in a bright red wedding dress was sitting inside with a veil on her head. Intuitively, she looked like Tang Wanqi.

This scene seemed familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before. He wanted to shout out, but no one could hear him. He only saw a woman in a red wedding dress getting off the sedan chair, being carried on a man's back, and entering an ancient home that had only appeared on old-fashioned televisions.

The man carried the woman directly to the main hall. There were many people in the room, and they seemed to be waiting for the two to pay their respects.

Wang Qing and Zeng Jingyi were also in the crowd, they were not wearing ancient costumes, but just their usual sportswear. Their eyes were not looking at themselves, or they could not see themselves, they were staring at the bride and groom.

The bride and groom bowed to heaven and earth in front of everyone, and then were led by the groom to the inner room. Everyone in the main hall was cheering.

There was an obvious wedding room inside. The room was very dark but a pair of red candles were lit on the table. The bride came and sat on the bed with the veil still on her head. Xia Haoyang wanted to lift the veil to see if the bride was Tang Wanqi, but the groom didn't seem to be in a hurry and just looked at the bride covered with the red veil.

The bride and groom did not speak or make any other movements. The bride sat on the edge of the bed and the groom stood in front of the bed. Finally, the groom stretched out his hand and tried to lift the veil.

Suddenly Xia Haoyang opened his eyes, jumped up from the bed, sat on the bed, and woke up.

Although Zeng Jingyi turned on the air conditioner in the room when she left, Xia Haoyang still broke out in a sweat.

Xia Haoyang sat on the bed, panting. As soon as he closed his eyes, he could imagine a woman wearing a bright red wedding dress and a red veil, but he could never see her face clearly.

"Wanqi, it should be Wanqi." Xia Haoyang said, but no one in the room responded.

"Even if she turns into a ghost, Wanqi will not harm me." Xia Haoyang said to himself.

"Wanqi, do you want to send me a dream and tell me that you are married so that I can feel at ease?" Xia Haoyang looked out the window. Because the floor was high enough, he could see the clouds in the sky outside the window.

Xia Haoyang recalled a poem he had read before, "The Years Are Quiet and Good".

From now on I dare not say I am young

From now on I dare not say that I understand love

From now on I dare not say it doesn't matter

We got together and said that the years were peaceful

We broke up and said that the years were peaceful

It is true that the years are peaceful and good

We have always thought so

But we are not the years

I tasted your tears today

Those are my tears too

Those are also the tears of time