conspirator's love

Tears in dialect dripped down her cheeks into the popcorn. She grabbed a handful of popcorn and stuffed it into her mouth. Occasionally, two of the sweet and crunchy popcorn had the salty taste and moistness of tears. All kinds of emotions were eaten into the stomach in one breath.

Dialect kept eating and crying.It seemed like this could wipe away all the misses for her and eat up all the love for her.

As the plot of the movie progressed, the atmosphere of horror became more and more intense. People around screamed louder than one, but Dialect cried louder and louder.

The girl who was seated a few seats away from the dialect patted her boyfriend's arm, "Look! I'm scared to cry!"

The boyfriend pursed his lips, "I say I won't come to see this, but if you insist on coming, I want to cry too."

"Look at how promising you are." After finishing speaking, the girl took her boyfriend's head and put it on her shoulders, "My sister is covering you."

Dialect was immersed in his own sorrow, except that he cried rhythmically in line with everyone's screams, he had no idea what sensational things the ghosts in the movie did, let alone how much horror his crying added to the atmosphere.

When the movie was over, the girl sitting in the front row stood up, "The surround sound is amazing. When that ghost was crying, I could hear someone crying behind me. It made my hairs stand on end."

"Well, I heard that too, goosebumps fell all over the floor." As they spoke, both of them stroked their arms and walked outside.

The lights came on suddenly, and Fang Yan finally realized that he was in a movie theater. The dizziness and nausea broke the barrier of sadness, and knocked her down on the seat with a punch.She could only lean back on the chair and close her eyes to rest, trying to calm down the more direct discomfort than sadness.

Fang Yan took out a piece of paper from his pocket and carefully wiped away his tears.

"Let's leave, everyone come out one by one, be careful where you step." The usher was guiding the audience to leave.

Fang Yan was too embarrassed to stay any longer, so he put on his backpack and walked out with the popcorn bucket and Coke in his arms.

At the door was the audience queuing up to watch the next show. A high school girl saw the red-eyed dialect, nudged her classmate with her elbow, and whispered, "Look, it's the most touching horror movie this year, isn't it? Everyone cried."

"Scared." Her classmate leaned close to her ear and said.

Dialect threw the coke and popcorn into the trash can, took out the paper, turned his head to the corner and blew his nose, and walked outside.

In the hall, the conductor was still promoting the movie to the next batch of customers, "I have to wait an hour for that one, this one is good, look at that girl, she just watched it, and she was moved to tears." The conductor glanced at the movie. When she came to the dialect, she was immediately used as a selling point.

Dialect couldn't laugh or cry, he didn't know whether the conductor was dedicated or not.

After coming out of the movie theater, the sun is still shining outside and the warm wind is still blowing, but the mood of dialect is completely different.She took out her mobile phone to check the time, and found a missed call, Tian Qi.

Fang Yan remembered that he had agreed with Tian Qi to drop by her office to return her clothes before going to work at noon.It's not too late, "Come here." She typed two words and sent it to Tian Qi.

I bought a vanilla bowl and cup of ice cream, and dug and ate it all the way.I also wanted to eat before, but I was afraid of getting fat. Today, I seem to be afraid of everything I was afraid of. There is a saying: "Although it is harmful to the body, it is beneficial to the soul."

When she walked into Tian Qi's office, there was still one third of her ice cream left, maybe there was a bucket of rice crackers at the bottom, and she couldn't eat it anymore.

Tian Qi raised her head from the desk, "You're here." The dialect that caught her eyes was wearing a ponytail, a white T-shirt and light-washed denim overalls, with natural frayed edges on the trouser legs. Dong, wearing a red and blue backpack, ice cream in hand, dressed like a freshman.

Tian Qi got up and closed the door behind Fang Yan. This action of closing the door put Fang Yan between her and the door panel. Her face was close to Fang Yan. "Why are you crying? Your eyes are red like rabbits."

Dialect thought, can I tell you that your brother stole my girlfriend?

"I broke up with Mo Jiaxin." Fang Yan said generously, anyway, Tian Qi probably knew soon.

"That's it," Tian Qi looked deep into her eyes, "Are you sad?"

Fang Yan pushed her away with his hand, and his palm touched her chest, touched the elastic position, and let go like an electric shock.The dialect subconsciously obscured Tian Qi's gender, and only now did he realize that she was not a handsome guy, but a woman just like himself.

Tian Qi grabbed Fang Yan's hand, put it on her left chest, and cast her burning eyes on Fang Yan's face, "What are you afraid of?"

Fang Yan turned his face to avoid Tian Qi's gaze, and said in a low voice, "Well, I'm sad." She wanted to withdraw her hand, but she was held down, and her body was warm under her palm.

"I just ate ice cream, and my hands are very sticky." Fang Yan didn't know how it became like this, so she could only find an excuse to get out of this strange situation, saying that she held up the ice cream in her other hand to Tian Qi to see.

Tian Qi smiled and let go of her.

Fang Yan sighed, subconsciously dug a spoonful of ice cream into his mouth, and casually threw the ice cream bowl and wooden spoon into the trash can beside the table.

Tian Qi stared at her lips, and suddenly bullied her again. Fang Yan stepped back and leaned against the door, and saw Tian Qi's facial features became clearer and clearer.

The soft lips pressed against her lips, and the tip of the tongue pressed against her lips, stirring in the mouth, rolling all the vanilla ice cream into his mouth.When he exited, the tip of his tongue lightly brushed the dialect's lip line.

Fang Yan's head buzzed, and he opened his eyes suddenly. In front of him was Tian Qi's angular chin, and the same sharply lined mouth...

Tian Qi looked at the dialect in front of her. She was like a piece of fresh and juicy clam meat, soft and boneless, making people move their index fingers and just want to swallow it in one bite.

"Don't be sad, let me comfort you." Tian Qi murmured softly, putting her palms into Fang Yan's overalls, wrapping her arms around her back, and pulling her into her arms, "Fang Yan," she called softly The name of the dialect, like a psychedelic spell, rings in the dialect's ears over and over again.

Dialect felt very tired, as if he just wanted to find a warm place to sleep deeply.

The warmth came from the palm of the hand and went all the way down the spine, dexterously got into Fang Yan's T-shirt, Fang Yan buried his head in her chest, and struggled because of her movements, "No," Fang Yan pushed her away forcefully, she didn't have that feeling on her body. A taste of lemon and tobacco, not Mo Jiaxin's taste.

"Don't..." The rest of the words were blocked by the next action.Dialect hid back, his head hit the door with a bang, his wrist was grabbed, and an inexplicable kiss came again, with more desire and longing.

Tian Qi ruthlessly ravaged the dialect's mouth, just wanting to grab more of her breath insatiably.Her lips and tongue had the sweetness of vanilla and the milky aroma of popcorn, making Tian Qi ecstatic.She held her slender wrist in his own hand, and there was not even a trace of powdery fragrance on her body, only the smell of dialect, with the saltiness of wet tears.

Tears, Tian Qi suddenly realized something, let go of her, big tears of dialect fell from the corners of her eyes, rolled on her lips, and fell to the ground.

Fang Yan slid along the door to the ground, she hugged her knees, buried her head in it, and cried silently.

Tian Qi lowered her head and could only see the back of her head trembling slightly.

Seeing such a dialect, Tian Qi has never regretted her momentary love so much, why didn't she hold back, not as usual.

Hearing that she broke up with Mo Jiaxin, seeing her red eyes, and her attire comparable to that of a high school student, she didn't know what was wrong with herself, but she felt like hugging her, kissing her, touching her Her skin, wanting her...

Mo Jiaxin supported Tian Jun's arm and stood up from the sofa. An inexplicable fatigue made her stagger slightly.

"What's wrong?" Tian Jun asked with concern.

"The feet are numb," Mo Jiaxin grasped his arm tightly.

After walking out of the cafe and standing under the shadow of the tree, Tian Jun still couldn't help asking: "Do you regret it?"

Mo Jiaxin showed an ugly smile, "Well, I regretted it a long time ago," she touched the index and middle fingers of her right hand, Tian Jun took out a cigarette from his pocket and stuffed it between her fingers: "If you do it all over again, Will she still accept me?"

"You mean to break up her family after coming back from America?" Tian Jun helped her light up the cigarette.

"Well, almost," Mo Jiaxin nodded, put her hand to her mouth and took a deep breath.

"Jiaxin, whether you like it or not, you have already hurt her once." Tian Jun also took out a cigarette. He usually does not smoke because he always brings cigarettes for Mo Jiaxin, and recently he occasionally smokes. two.

Mo Jiaxin took two more puffs in silence, then broke a handful of cigarettes in half, threw them on the ground, and crushed them with his feet. "Let's go," took Tian Jun's hand and stepped forward. Tian Jun hurriedly stepped forward to embrace her, and walked across the road.

The boy in the coffee shop saw it through the window glass, he shook his head, this tall and slender man doesn't look like the boss of the underworld, could it be that he is actually a female boss, this is the boss man, no, he doesn't look like that Boss, there are more women like Boss,

So it was the boss's woman who took out two competitors in our cafe, both old and young, and it seems that the boss must be quite old.This little brother will not be the man of the boss.Thinking of this little brother covering his mouth, he felt a sense of panic when he discovered the secret. His eyes wandered around to see if there was anyone suspicious, and then he went back to the bar and poured milk into the coffee.

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Can't see you on Monday, comrades see you on Tuesday.

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