gloves

【29】

Is it really love?An Chujie didn't have the energy to investigate further, she said blankly:

"I know."

Only then did Shang Zhuoxi let her go with peace of mind.

An Chujie returned to the guest room, the sound of the door closing next door seemed to cut off all the sound, the surrounding was eerily quiet, the huge emptiness engulfed An Chujie like a black maelstrom, why?Obviously the person I love is in this room, but I still feel uneasy and flustered in my heart?

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"Woooo...why did this French writer write like this, woooooo...Zi Chun, tell me that La Traviata will definitely not repeat the tragedy of her previous life in her next life, woooo..." Yang Yiluo put the "Camellia" in her hand "Female" closed, threw it aside, hugged Nian Zichun and began to cry.

"Zi Chun, why do you want to read such a sad book..." Yang Yiluo buried his head in Nian Zichun's waist and said in a low voice.

"Perhaps, Margaret is not a completely tragic character. At least, she got true love, and her soul was purified, didn't she?" Nian Zichun smiled and touched the little red head:

" Dumas fils created La Traviata as a sad but respectable beautiful woman. However, he also hoped that when the dead flower sprouted from the soil and was reborn again, it would stay away from the dark corner and be accompanied by the sunshine every day. , so Xiao Luo, there is no need to be so sad." Nian Zichun ran down her hair over and over again.

Yang Yiluo also worked hard for Nian Zichun. She didn't like reading since she was a child. In order to narrow the gap between her spiritual world and Nian Zichun as much as possible, she would rather sacrifice her time clubbing. A few books to read.

Nian Zichun gradually fell in love with the feeling of staying with this little model. She found that Yang Yiluo was actually very obedient. When she was busy, Yang Yiluo would read quietly in the study or living room, and would wait for her if she didn't understand. Asking again after busy work, Nian Zichun liked Yang Yiluo's expression of enlightenment after he solved her confusion.

"Wuwu Zichun, I won't be sad if you kiss me once." Yang Yiluo raised her teary face and looked expectantly at Nian Zichun. Nian Zichun hesitated for a few seconds, then held Yang Yiluo's face, Wiping away her tears with his thumb, he lowered his head and gently kissed her on the cheek.

When the lips touched the skin, Yang Yiluo's heart beat suddenly. I don't know why she felt sorry for Nian Zichun at this moment. How could she be so bold and presumptuous beside such a perfect woman? Begging, Yang Yiluo left Nian Zichun's waist and stood up, then sat astride Nian Zichun's body, brushing away her warm long hair on her shoulders with both hands, and hugging her neck.

Normally, Nian Zichun always looks very capable with her hair neatly tied back, but now she looks extremely soft and intellectual with her black hair down.

Yang Yiluo moved closer to Nian Zichun's ear and whispered:

"Nian Zichun, I like you so much." After speaking, she moved to the tip of her nose, and two tears fell on Nian Zichun's face.

"Xiao Luo... um...", how could this book be able to cry like this?

Yang Yiluo immediately blocked her mouth, withdrew one hand and took Nian Zichun's hand and placed it on her waist. Two tears burned Nian Zichun's skin, and she couldn't bear to push Yang Yiluo away.

Yang Yiluo's hands slowly rubbed Nian Zichun's soft hair, rubbed against the back of her head, gently picked up her sweetness with the tip of her tongue, and then gently sucked it in, her cautiousness was felt by the person below , Nian Zichun's hand resting on Yang Yiluo's waist finally exerted a little strength, and both of them's breathing became heavy.

This is not the first time. Nian Zichun slowly responded to the other party. It seems that her learning effect is not bad. Yang Yiluo put her hand on her shoulder, and slowly her hand began to wander restlessly. The temperature was transmitted through the clothes, Yang Yiluo retracted her flexible uvula, her kiss began to move down, from the chin to the neck, the numb feeling made Nian Zichun forget to resist for a while, Yang Yiluo began to unbutton her shirt.

One, the clavicle becomes faintly visible, two, the fullness of the chest is ready to come out, three...

"Xiao Luo, don't." Nian Zichun gently pushed the person in front of her away. She didn't panic. Yang Yiluo's long-term hard work has successfully cultivated Nian Zichun's trust in her. At this moment, she also believes that Yang Yiluo will Respecting himself, the restless man stopped what he was doing and raised his head to look at the person who gave the order, and then obediently fastened the unbuttoned buttons one by one, leaning helplessly on her not very wide shoulders On the bed, breathing her faint fragrance, the desire in my heart slowly subsided.

Nian Zichun has such magic power, he can easily ignite and extinguish Yang Yiluo's various desires.

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Time flies like a white horse, and in the blink of an eye, summer arrives at the sound of cicadas.

In the past year, An Chujie has been recognized by most people in the industry through her own efforts, and has also accumulated a part of her own audience. rlm company plans to hold her own concert for her this summer, so during this period of time An Chujie will be very busy.

Shang Zhuoxi went to her hometown to participate in a medical group research meeting. She wanted to take An Chujie there. She could have someone to accompany her, or she could take her around to relax, but An Chujie didn't have anything extra time.

Shang Zhuoxi returned to the place where he used to live in his spare time, looked at the large grassland, everything seemed to protrude from the ground for a moment.

The clean old house renovated by the family, the trash can that Dad made himself, the maple tree that used to swing, the Shih Tzu dog that always came to their yard...

Slowly, Shang Zhuoxi saw his father wearing glasses and a stethoscope in the window of the old house, and in the garden next to him, his mother was bending over and holding a watering can and smiling at the flowers and plants waiting to be fed. On a woman's shoulder, it likes her, and mother seems to see herself:

"Oh, my baby, look at them, they are just like you, my beautiful daughter." The mother walked towards her with a watering can, with a warm smile on her face, like a girl in an early summer morning. Warm sun, neither scorching hot nor dazzling, but that face slowly changed slightly, when she walked in front of her, that face turned into An Chujie's appearance, blurring her vision in an instant, Shang Zhuoxi In the blink of an eye, the crystal liquid fell out, and the line of sight became extremely clear again. Everything in front of him disappeared immediately, only the green, yellow, green and yellow lawn.

Shang Zhuoxi wants to change this place, she wants to turn this piece of lawn into a garden, no, it is a sea of ​​flowers, she wants to give this sea of ​​flowers to An Chujie, she will bring her over to see this piece of flowers sooner or later Hai, because An Chujie likes flowers and plants very much, every time I visit her in the hospital, I don't forget to take care of the potted plants in her office. She is a kind woman just like her mother.

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The concert was held as scheduled, and An Chujie lost part of her youthfulness in the past, and the typhoon became more stable. The only thing that remained unchanged was her original intention and her heart of gratitude to the audience.

Come and listen to her, from the elderly in their seventies to the eight-year-old who is learning the piano.

The VIP seats in the front row were empty except for a short-haired woman sitting there. An Chujie knew that it was Qi Ruan, that nasty woman who spent money and never cared about her.

The venue is not very big, so the audio-visual effect of the performance is not bad. An Chujie's dexterous hands sometimes dance and sometimes walk lightly, firmly locking the hearts of everyone present with the sound of the piano. She hopes that Shang Zhuoxi can come I have always wanted to go to her concert, but the other party seems to be busier than myself.

The light on the stage focused on An Chujie's head. She was like an angel who had fallen into the mortal world by mistake, as if she would fly away as soon as the piano sound stopped. However, the angel did not fly away after the performance, and the stage was bright and warm. The light covered the disappointment in her eyes, and after bowing at 90 degrees to express her gratitude, she quietly exited the stage amid prolonged applause.

An Chujie is very kind to her music fans, and she basically agrees to all their requests: taking photos, signing autographs, or patiently answering some piano questions that everyone asked her about, etc.

Qi Ruan watched her from a distance until she finished her work, and sent her back to rest after she took off her makeup.

Qi Ruan felt very happy because only she could have such close and long-term contact with this young pianist.

"Mr. Qi is good."

"Boss Qi is here too."

"together……"

"..."

The dressing room became lively because of Qi Ruan's arrival, because the several production teams knew each other well. Only An Chujie, after whispering a thank you to Qi Ruan, walked back and forth busy changing clothes and removing makeup. Take care of Qi Ruan who is standing aside.

"An, why are you so kind to them? I'm your number one fan. Can you do something for me?" Qi Ruan is used to walking behind An Chujie, to prevent her from getting lost, but also to help her. Admire her beautiful back secretly without being noticed by her.

"What do you want me to do?" An Chujie tied her hair up as she walked.

I want you, and I want you to be with me, I want to return to thinking, but I still can't say that, Qi Ruan is afraid to scare her:

"Then... I'll tell you when I've made up my mind, where do you live today? Shall I take you there?" Qi Ruan had already turned himself into An Chujie's special driver.

"I don't live in Kyoto, and I have to catch a plane back soon." An Chujie looked at the time and it looked like there were still three hours left.

"What?! An Chujie, you should have said it earlier!"

Qi Ruan drove to the airport as usual, grabbed the ticket that An Chujie took out, pointed to the flight number on it, and said to the staff:

"Are there any seats left?"

"Okay miss, let me take a look here... There are still two seats, one by the window and the other next to this seat." The staff pointed to the seat number in Qi Ruan's hand.

"Next to you! Just next to this seat!".

After the plane took off, due to exhaustion, An Chujie fell asleep leaning on the chair. In her dream, she seemed to see Shang Zhuoxi walking towards her expressionlessly, and sat down beside her. An Chujie shook her head in peace. Leaning on her shoulder, in fact she did fall asleep leaning on a certain shoulder, but that person was Qi Ruan instead of Shang Zhuoxi.

Qi Ruan adjusted her sitting posture slowly, fearing that a large movement would wake her up, and she hoped that An Chujie's head would be more comfortable.

Qi Ruan has never been so dependent and trusted by a girl, nor has she spent so much time and energy on any girl, she feels happy because of this kind of trust.

However, when An Chujie yelled out those two words in a dream, Qi Ruan once again felt a deep sense of frustration, and the girl leaning on her shoulder murmured:

"Zhuoxi..."