conspirator's love

Hanging up the phone, Fang Yan buried his head in the pillow.

This is dialect's first love.

It was the first time someone approached her and made her willing to open the door of her heart, but when she turned her head, she found that the man's heart was like a fortified castle surrounded by a moat.

Do you think that the other party has opened the door of his heart by letting you walk into the castle by putting down the trestle bridge?

where?

In fairy tales, Blue Beard only has one locked door.

Mo Jiaxin is good, out of hundreds of rooms, only one or two have been opened.

But Mo Jiaxin is not a blue beard, dialect thinks of her slender white hand, caressing her back like playing a piano; thinks of her looking at herself with her slightly raised eyes, like blowing from a sparkling lake A gust of refreshing wind; remembering that she used her flexible lips to enclose her earlobe, and uttered frightening words of love in her ears.

Dialect's face became hotter and hotter.

Mo Jiaxin is the best lover in the world, but also the worst lover.

When I met Mo Jiaxin again, I didn't feel strange because of the separation, but felt that she was living next door to me all the time, and later proved that I had already lived in her heart for a long time.

Dialect always thought that if Mo Jiaxin was a pearl oyster, she would be that pearl, and she would have been one with her long ago, but she didn't expect that she was not a pearl but a real pig. The mussels closed their shells even tighter.

"Ah~~~!" Fang Yan yelled, the more she thought about it, the more annoying she was, she rubbed her head in her arms, and didn't want to continue to worry about herself.

Just in a flash, the rain outside the window was violent, and the rainstorm came as soon as it was said.

Fang Yan jumped out of bed and wanted to close the window, but stood in front of the window, blowing the cool breeze, watching the rain column in a daze.

She unconsciously stretched out her hand to draw a big-headed doll on the window with water vapor. The big-headed doll has curly hair, upturned eyes, and a small protruding mole under her eyes.

When her finger was under her eyes, Fang Yan realized what she was doing. She immediately slapped the doll's face and wiped it off, leaving only one eye with water droplets falling from the corner of the eye, like Weeping in general.

"You big fool! Big fool! Big bastard!" Fang Yan felt a pain in his heart, jumped onto the bed, screaming and cursing.

"Girl, what are you doing?" Mother's concerned voice came from outside the door.

"I... I had a nightmare and fell asleep already." Fang Yan was startled, and quickly crawled under the covers.

Hearing her mother's voice, she thought of Zhang Zilu's trick that he had done during the day.

Okay, dare to plot against me.

Fang Yan was angry and couldn't sleep anyway, so it was better to ask Zhang Zilu to get up and pee.She covered her face with the quilt, amused by her own thought, and opened her mouth happily.

Reaching out for the phone, when it was connected, she lay on the pillow, patiently listening to the beeping waiting tone, showing great enthusiasm for basing her happiness on Zhang Zilu's pain .

Sure enough, Zhang Zilu said in pain, "Hello?"

Fang Yan quickly hung up the phone and couldn't help laughing hahaha.She didn't expect this annoying ex-husband to have such an effect.

Counting hundreds of sheep on the bed, she guessed that Zhang Zilu would fall asleep, so she hit him again, this time Zhang Zilu was obviously angry: "Hello? Who is it!"

Said in a rough dialect voice: "Zilu, I'm RICHARD, sorry, I'm on American time, so I didn't pay attention to the time difference."

"Richard?" Zhang Zilu rubbed his eyes, "Which one?"

"I just made a phone call to tell you that it's time to get up and put out the bad water!" Fang Yan covered his stomach, already suffocated, let out a hoarse laugh, and hung up the phone before the other party could react. , cut off Zhang Zilu's "Dialect! You bastard!" cursing.

Fang Yan was afraid that Zhang Zilu would call again, so he turned off the phone and threw it aside.

He silently cursed in his heart that Zhang Zilu would find an evil wife next time, evil people will have their own grind, and he will grind all his cheap tricks and bad bones.

Fang Yan hugged the pillow in his arms, and his thoughts drifted to Mo Jiaxin again.

Putting down the phone, Mo Jiaxin's heart was on fire, making her mouth dry.

She couldn't lie down, so she took the clean clothes and went to the bathroom to take a cold wash to relieve some boredom.

Fortunately, Tian Jun insisted on letting Wang Zhe live in a single ward, otherwise Mo Jiaxin would be embarrassed to take a shower in the middle of the night because of the consideration of the patients in the same room.

Mo Jiaxin has never cared much about the quality of material conditions, but Wang Zhe has been feeling irritable since he was admitted to the hospital, so it would be nice to make him feel better.

She adjusted the temperature of the water to a slightly lower level, and the cold water poured down on her head, instantly quenching most of the fire in Mo Jiaxin's heart.

The sweetness of the canned coffee he drank before was still in his mouth, Mo Jiaxin opened his mouth, let the cold water flow into his mouth, and spit it out at his feet casually.

Coffee is supposed to be bitter.

And bitterness is Mo Jiaxin's favorite taste.

Living is not easy, drink a glass of Espresso when you are particularly tired, and let the bitterness explode on your taste buds amidst the temptation of the aroma.In an instant, I felt that the life in front of me was not bad, could I reveal a faint sweetness.

It's a pity that real bitter coffee can't be bought in the hospital, so industrial sugar water can only be used to make up the number.

Dialect once laughed at her and drank Espresso like Erwotou, just for the sake of excitement.He even explained that this is true. The Italians invented Espresso to save coffee beans and make the poor-quality coffee less difficult to drink. Finally, he concluded: You are really a masochist, so you can really love to drink this bitter coffee. Lao Shizi in the seam.

This isn't the first time Dialect has called her a masochist.

Thinking of this, Mo Jiaxin's playful expression of wrinkling her nose immediately appeared in front of Mo Jiaxin's eyes. She shook her head and said, "Mo Jiaxin, you are a masochist, the identification has been completed. Why are you so cruel to yourself?"

It happened to be midnight on a weekend when she said this, and Mo Jiaxin was still working at her desk, with royal blue glasses shining on the bridge of her nose, paired with a loose T-shirt, she looked like a student.

Dialect was lying on the sofa, yawning profusely but stubbornly holding up his mobile phone to surf the Internet.

When she yawned for the fifth time, Mo Jiaxin couldn't help but said, "Go to sleep if you're sleepy."

"No, it's not good." Dialect turned sideways, "Mo Jiaxin, when are you going on vacation? Let's go on a trip."

Mo Jiaxin then expressed her thoughts, if she wants to travel, she should go to the coldest place in the world to see the aurora and penguins in the coldest winter, and go to the hottest place in the world in the hottest summer Place to drink sea water and coconut water.

When I come back from my travels and look at the city I used to live in, I feel more and more that the seasons here are like spring and the climate is pleasant.The so-called environment is born from the heart, probably this is it.

Mo Jiaxin recalled that when she said this to Dialect, the other party straightened up and exposed her head from the back of the sofa. She wrinkled her nose, shook her head and commented: "Mo Jiaxin, you are a masochist, The appraisal is complete. Why are you so cruel to yourself?"

The dialect prolongs the ending sound, with a sense of playfulness.

Mo Jiaxin walked over, hugged her head, and kissed the top of dialect's head, "I'm obviously a sadist, because I want to drag you to endure the experience of ice and fire, and see you are so cold that you can't understand it, and you can't help it." Hot enough to turn into a crayfish."

Dialect stretched out his arms around Mo Jiaxin's shoulders, and pressed a shallow kiss on her lips, "Don't forget what you promised me today, if you say it, you will go. Let's become a lobster together."

Mo Jiaxin couldn't help laughing, pulled her up, lifted her hips, put her on the back of the sofa, put her arms around her waist and attached her lips.

Thinking of the past, Mo Jiaxin turned off the shower, picked up a bath towel to dry her body, and secretly admitted that she was indeed a masochist. She wanted to keep all the bitterness in her heart. She couldn't, she couldn't let Fang Yan become an accomplice like her, burdened with A timed/timed/bomb/bomb, waiting for the explosion of one's conscience.

Those things she couldn't confide in others, she still decided to rot in her stomach forever, this is her way of love.

If it is bitter, she is willing to swallow the bitter fruit by herself, and then suck out that bit of sweetness in her heart, just like her hopeless crush at the beginning.

When she changed into clean clothes and came out refreshingly.

As if to suit Mo Jiaxin's mood, there was a strong wind outside the window, and the rainstorm hit the window unexpectedly.

Mo Jiaxin looked out the window, thick clouds had already covered the sky, and the lightning in the clouds was like a sickle, cutting through the soft heart.

When the rain came, Mo Jiaxin pushed open the window, and the cold smell of rain wafted on her face with fine raindrops.

The author has something to say:

Bluebeard was a childhood nightmare.It was only yesterday that I found out that Bluebeard was really a real person, killing at least more than 300 children.

Fairy tales seem to be very gentle. Bluebeard's eighth wife is lucky. Don't ask me where the other seven went.