fatal attraction

Kong Yitang asked her driver to drive back first, and she stood in front of the monument, looking at the bouquet of flowers that was put up when she came here just now.

A bouquet of white roses.

In fact, her mother prefers red roses, but she feels that the other party is not suitable at all.

Red roses are too harsh, and white roses are slightly milder.

Too much time has passed, without looking at the photos, she almost forgot what her mother looked like.

But the photo is not Jiang Yun's last appearance, but the photo before she was married and gave birth to Kong Yitang.

The woman in the black-and-white photo has smooth black hair and curved eyebrows, making her look very comfortable at first glance.Good looking, not aggressive at all.

When Ying Zhao came, he stood on the path going up the cemetery and saw Kong Yitang at a glance.

Ying Zhao was a little surprised when the other party gave out the address.

She didn't expect Kong Yitang to come to this kind of place by herself, and after being surprised, she thought it over again.

This cemetery is quite far away, not the most famous one, and it was almost two or three o'clock when we arrived.

She suddenly remembered that when she and Kong Yitang were first together, she went to the other party's house by herself, and there was no one else.Unexpectedly, Kong Yitang came back wet.At that time, they kept a line from each other, and it took a long time before they were fully exposed.

Ying Zhao knew that every year that day was when Kong Yitang went to see her mother.

In the following days, Kong Yitang still went alone, or Ying Zhao was filming, and he would mention it when he called.

But Ying Zhao never asked.

Even if it is an intimate relationship, everyone still has to have his own room in his heart and keep some unique things.

Sharing is certainly an incentive to strengthen relationships, but at least a ray of self-talk must be left in.

The relationship between her and Kong Yitang has reached a fixed point that can be seen in the future. There are many things that don't need to be announced, all rely on the little heart that floats between getting along.

Ying Zhao is not easy to deal with feelings, after so many years, she has always maintained a state of introspection.

Qiao Hanyin was a note hanging on the strings in the slightly dull tone of her life, but she couldn't figure it out.In retrospect, the other party's becoming like that had something to do with her overreaching and wanting to take over, but cause and effect are entangled, and there is no way to tell the truth.

And Kong Yitang is the one she wants to go on firmly.

How short and long life is, in order to keep this relationship from getting boring, we must use such subtle tolerance to moisten it. Concession, care, consideration, jealousy... are all factors that must exist in a relationship.

Love is pure, but how to make this love last for a long time really requires painstaking efforts.

Along the road in the cemetery are pines and cypresses, and on one side of the pines and cypresses are square tombstones.

There are dense tombstones, but there are no people on the current path.

Kong Yitang is easy to recognize. In the autumn season, he is wearing a white shirt with a stand-up collar, the hem is tucked into the gray suit pants, and a thin cardigan is hanging in the crook of his arm.

She stood there with a walking stick in one hand, a strange circle seemed to be formed around her, the sky was so blue, and the sun was not bad, but it was her, covered with foliage.

That time when she rushed back, Kong Yitang came back wet, didn't even bring out his walking stick, and stood in front of the tomb like this, without saying a word?

The memory is very clear.

Ying Zhao didn't think why it was so profound.

That's probably because she subconsciously cared about the other party's disregard for her state, but on the other hand, she was a little sad.

She herself was only a teenager when she lost her mother.However, although she is quite calm on weekdays, when she went to visit her grave on her mother's day, she still babbled.

There are many things in life that no one can talk about, even the best friends can't talk about embarrassment.

Otherwise, why are there so many relationships in the world? Set up a position and say something within the position.

But those who have passed away don't have to worry about it.

Ying Zhao walked over and called Yitang.

Kong Yitang turned his head, saw her coming, and smiled, "Are you here?"

The tone of her speech in front of Ying Zhao is almost always cheerful, and the particles in her tone are all attempts to further intimacy. At this time, she naturally cuddles up, "Did you drive here by yourself?"

Ying Zhao: "Yes, Gu Zhengchuan is still muttering."

Kong Yitang: "Do you find it annoying where he goes?"

Ying Zhao: "Then how dare I, isn't he following his boss' orders?"

Kong Yitang: "Then you blame me?"

Ying Zhao pursed her lips, "Yes, so you make it up to me, shall we go out for a walk today?"

Kong Yitang nodded, looking at the photo of Jiang Yun when he was young on the tombstone out of the corner of his eye, he sighed softly again.

Ying Zhao looked down.

The people in Jiang's family are very nice, and they are very warm to her when they go to eat occasionally. Mr. Jiang can talk a lot.

This is really attractive to Ying Zhao, who has been missing this kind of atmosphere for many years. This kind of chatter will take advantage of Kong Yitang's absence to talk about the other party's mother.

The sight of a white-haired man sending a black-haired man to the world sounds like lamentation, and the old man's alcohol-stained tone mentioned that his biological daughter, whom he hadn't even seen for the last time, was regret.

There is also a smattering of knowledge that he himself did not explore.

The story is a very common love story blocked by family members, but the woman is too stubborn and the man is too knowledgeable.

Jiang Yun chose to run away after being blocked in love.

She usually has a good temper, but at certain points she is terribly stubborn. She stubbornly feels that it is the family's fault, and she seems to be angry with herself.

It is not impossible for a person to disappear without a trace. Many years later, he got an incurable disease and brought his daughter back to his hometown, but stayed in the suburbs, and finally died without saying a word. He did not confide in his biological daughter until his death. Live a little truth.

Ying Zhao does not comment on the affairs of the elders. Occasionally, when the old man Jiang is in high spirits, he will show Ying Zhao the old photos. Kong Yitang always says "There is something to see", and then pulls Ying Zhao to leave. .

The joking tone revealed a little panic.

Like not wanting to face it.

After returning home, he mentioned it sullenly and said, "I just don't think there is anything to see, everyone is dead."

People are dead.

Kong Yitang took a deep breath, as if he had made a decision.

She stared at the woman in the photo and called out to her mother, "This is my girlfriend."

Her voice is actually not loud.

Ying Zhao heard it, her nose turned sour, and she turned her face away.

Very subtly, she felt that her family Yitang seemed to have broken something, an invisible and silent agreement.

As if for her.

Kong Yitang groaned again, and pulled Ying Zhao's hand.

Ying Zhao hummed, then looked at the photo on the tombstone and said, "Hello, Auntie, my name is Ying Zhao, and I want to take good care of Yitang in my life."

Kong Yitang: "I mean we can go."

Ying Zhao: "Then why didn't you say it, it's so embarrassing."

After finishing speaking, I wanted to laugh a little bit.

Kong Yitang licked his lips, imitating Ying Zhao's tone and said: "I want to take good care of Yitang in this life."

Tsk, it sounds so good.

She was a little proud again, threw the crutch into Ying Zhao's arms, stretched out her hand and patted her chest, "I, Yitang."

"You, Ying Zhao," she smirked, "you will take care of me all your life, kindly."

Ying Zhao was amused by her, she hugged Kong Yitang's shoulder, "You have the final say, so from now until night, let's go out and play?"

"How will your meeting be?"

"It's okay, it's just that I'm done losing fans, I have to work hard, or I'm afraid I'll beg for food."

Kong Yitang groaned: "Then you just stay at home and be raised by me."

Still shrill.

Ying Zhao: "That can't be done, I still want to realize the great ambition of 'I'll take care of you'."

Kong Yitang broke free from her siege, reached out and picked a small bunch of pines and cypresses and put them in his trouser pocket, then stretched out his arms, "Here, come hug me, I allow you to use your body to support me."

Ying Zhao put the opponent's hands on his shoulders, and picked up the little man who threatened to use his body to support the opponent, "Yes, yes."

It happened to be rush hour when I went back, and the car was stuck on the road for [-] minutes. In just [-] minutes, Kong Yitang felt pain in his buttocks.The car happened to be parked on the side of the road, and there was a shop selling cotton candy on the curb, which was still freshly made, surrounded by a few people, children in school uniforms.

Kong Yitang: "I want to eat too, it's too boring."

Ying Zhao: "I'll go buy it."

Kong Yitang: "I'll go by myself."

Ying Zhao watched helplessly as Kong Yitang jumped out of the car wearing a peaked cap. Fortunately, she could see him in the car after just a few steps.

It didn't take long for President Tang to come back.

She might have bought an oversized one, Ying Zhao glanced at it and said, "This is XXXL..."

Kong Yitang, who was probably eight years old, generously gave the marshmallow forward, and said while licking it, "Try it, it's strawberry flavored."

Ying Zhao laughed, stuck out his tongue and licked it, "I still ate this when I was a child, but at that time I liked blowing sugar more, it was fun."

"Sugar Blower?"

Kong Yitang shook his head, "I didn't see it when I was a child. I only knew about it when I came here. At that time, there were more sugar paintings and cotton candy."

Because she was still "struggling", Kong Yitang's voice was a little vague. Ying Zhao inexplicably remembered the first time the other party responded to the reply on Weibo, and the other party occasionally told her about her hometown in the south when she was a child, and asked: "Do you know the old man?" What did Shaw call me?"

Kong Yitang felt a little bewildered, nodded, and hummed.

"Call me?"

The person with his head down suddenly raised his head, "Zhao...er."

It really popped out word by word.

Ying Zhao suddenly laughed out loud.

Kong Yitang has lived here for more than ten years, and she can twist things like accent. She can understand and read some local dialects, but every time her pronunciation gets stuck, and she can't speak coherently in a sentence. It can be brought over, but it is a bit stunned to release it alone.

"What are you doing!"

Kong Yitang breathed out his nostrils, licked his lips, and quickly wiped her down to a little bit of marshmallow, and stuffed it in front of Ying Zhao.

"I warn you to stop your laughing immediately."

Ying Zhao was still holding the steering wheel with one hand, and was forced to take over Mr. Tang's remnant food with the other hand, and enjoyed it with eyebrows bent.

Kong Yitang was still a little annoyed, "I don't call it that, it's not like Xiao Wenqi calls me like that, I'm unique...unique!"

She also emphasized the uniqueness several times.

Ying Zhao was holding the marshmallow bamboo stick with the last candy flower attached to the bamboo stick.

She handed it over, and stuck it to Kong Yitang's lips, and before Kong Yitang could react, she also leaned over.

A bamboo stick is stuck where the lips are attached.

The marshmallow melted due to the high temperature, and the sweetness overflowed between the lips and teeth. Kong Yitang, who was attacked by surprise, felt that he was also melting.

Ying Zhao closed his eyes, the lights in front of him were full of lights, and all the car windows fell, hitting the side of the opponent's face, and the shadows of his eyelashes were distinct.and

Obviously concentrating on kissing her.

this person!

Unique!

After parting, both of their lips were shiny, but Ying Zhao took the bamboo stick and licked it carefully.

Kong Yitang said in a rough voice: "Don't eat it, the sweetness has exceeded the standard today."

Ying Zhao laughed, "Can I lick a candy scum and not waste it?"

This Tang thinks it's not good.

She licked the corner of her mouth, took Ying Zhao's hand and put it between her legs, "Don't go out to play, we can go home and eat Tang Tang slowly."

Ying Zhao: "Which candy?"

"It's not impossible to have the two together..."