That year's Qingwu Concubine Yang

Six years ago, on October [-]th, Concubine Ling's birthday.

She always believed that her birthday was her mother's day of suffering, so on every birthday in the past, Concubine Ling would give her mother a gift, lie softly in her mother's arms and listen to her talk about being young and frivolous when she first entered the society, starting a business, etc. The eventful years at that time, and the beautiful vision for the future.

But now, mom is gone.

She wanted to drink, but Zoe said that children should not drink.Concubine Ling didn't say a word, she just stared at her with wide eyes.

"Okay, okay," Zooey shrugged as a compromise, and went to the store to buy a low-alcohol cocktail for her, but she still drank full-bodied brandy.

The two drank and chatted carelessly. When the bottle of brandy was about to run out, Zooey seemed a little drunk, with her arms resting on the tea table, her head crookedly leaning on her arms, and her eyes half-closed. looking at her.

At this time, Concubine Ling had just finished her third bottle of cocktail. Although her head was a little dizzy, she was still awake.She helped Zooey to the bedroom, put her on the bed, went to the bathroom and wet a towel to wipe Zooey's face, neck, collarbone, uh... below the collarbone, do you want to wipe it?Seeing the looming healthy wheat-colored skin between the collar of the white shirt, Concubine Ling swallowed hard.

Wipe it, it's nothing, it's just to help my sister wipe off her sweat and hangover.Concubine Ling thought so in her heart, and stretched out her hand to Zooey's neckline. Her heart beat so fast, her fingers trembled slightly, and it took her a long time to unbutton a button. At this moment, Zooey suddenly grabbed her wrist. , turning over and pressing her on the bed.

Zooey's two hands passed through her armpits, her forearm supported the bed and pinched her under her body, looking straight into her eyes. After drunk, Zooey's eyes became more blurred, but deep in the eyes The light was frighteningly bright.

"Zoe," Concubine Ling bit her lower lip lightly, her watery eyes looked infinitely shy against her flushed cheeks.

"Qingqing," Zooey whispered.

Clear?Two words, two very light words, Concubine Ling's expression froze, she wondered if she had heard it wrong, but how could those two words be misheard, she wanted to ask what she just said , but she was a little scared and didn't dare to speak. The atmosphere suddenly became awkward, and the surrounding air seemed to freeze, but Zooey didn't know it, stared at her with blurred eyes, and called out again, "Qingqing. "

Of course she knew what the word Qingqing meant. When her mother was alive, she often heard Zoe call her mother, Qingqing, Qingqing.No wonder she always looked at him in a blurred way. He probably missed his mother through himself, and the focused gaze must also be for his mother.

Concubine Ling felt that the blood of love in her heart seemed to have cooled down suddenly. She gently but firmly pushed Zooey away, picked up a towel and wiped her feet, and then went to wash herself. When she came back, Zooey was gone. Asleep, the long eyelashes fluttered slightly, even though he fell asleep, his lips were still tightly pressed, like an innocent and stubborn child.

Concubine Ling turned off the light, got into her arms as usual, stretched out her hand and gently hugged her waist, this time, there was no deer bumping around, I just felt very at ease.

Let’s talk about disappointment, it must be a little bit, but I don’t feel particularly heartbroken. It is a very warm thing that there is another person in this world who misses my mother so seriously and deeply besides her.

I think of a famous book "Love in the Time of Cholera" I read recently. Sometimes love is like a cholera. You never know when you will fall in love with someone, and you will never know when you will give up loving someone .

In the darkness, Zooey's eyes suddenly opened, and she heard the sound of even breathing in her arms, and the left corner of her mouth pulled upwards, intertwined with loneliness and tenderness.

He really likes this little thing in his arms, but a large part of the reason is because her mother, Han Qing, at first just wanted to take good care of the old man's child, but gradually found that Han Qing's shadow in her was so obvious .

She loves her just because she resembles her, which is unfair to Concubine Ling, she doesn't want to hurt her, she can't hurt her.And she saw admiration in her eyes, so she pretended to be drunk and shattered her still ignorant admiration straightforwardly.

In the name of relatives, it is good enough to accompany you and take care of you.