conspirator's love

Wednesday was a cloudy day with dark clouds and gloomy weather, making people feel that it is not suitable to go out on this day, but it is suitable for making out with the quilt at home.

Dialect pulls himself/out/out of the bed, yawns, puts on a T-shirt and shorts, puts on a backpack, puts on his camera, and goes out.

She walked into the building of the art museum with the flow of people, thinking that Que Jin Duan Liang's previous profile picture was an uncle with beards, and she always felt that even if they met one day, the two of them should sit at the dining table and grab a piece Braised pork is such a greasy thing, not as elegant as visiting an art gallery.

People can't be judged by their appearance, is it possible that there is a dreamy heart hidden under every beard, just like a bear dog looks at the flesh, but in fact he is a standard thin man with shaved hair.

There are actually very few people in the art museum on weekdays, and there are only visitors in twos and threes in any exhibition hall.

Dialect began to visit from the third floor in the order of browsing, and she didn't see the oil painting called "Dream" after walking around. As soon as she walked out of the exhibition hall, she saw the elevator door slowly closing, "Wait!" She screamed and ran over, the moment the elevator door closed, she saw a slender silhouette holding a copy of Entertainment Weekly in her hand.

Dialect opened her mouth and was about to call out, but the elevator closed the door without hesitation. She had never asked Que Jin Shaoliang's real name, but here she was asked to yell Que Jin Shaoliang, but she still couldn't say it. That swipe was only enough to see the blurry candid photo on the cover of Entertainment Weekly, and it was too late to shift his gaze to his face to see if it was the bearded man.

Dialect opens Q/Q and leaves a message for Quejin Shaoliang: Are you here?wait for me.What floor is that painting on?

"The lobby on the first floor." The other party replied quickly.

She stopped waiting for the elevator, and ran down the stairwell in two or three steps.The lobby on the first floor was empty, only staff in uniform patrolled the lobby back and forth, and a young couple held hands and whispered together from time to time.

Dialect looked around, he hasn't come to this hall yet?Dialect sat on the bench in the middle of the hall, put the backpack on his lap, and took out the photo album from it.

Ready, she looked up at the oil painting called "Dream", which was hung in the main exhibition hall opposite the gate.A gorgeously dressed girl is riding on a white unicorn. The unicorn's long horns penetrate the picture, and the background is green forests and a dreamy blue sky.

She knows a little about unicorns. In medieval mythology, unicorns are magical animals whose horns can heal and detoxify.Legend has it that to catch a unicorn, you need a pure girl, because the girl's body fragrance will attract the unicorn to appear. When the unicorn relaxes its vigilance, the girl cut off the unicorn's horn with a knife, and its The magic power will disappear, and you can only catch it without a fight and become the prey of the hunter.

What an ironic thing this is. The unicorn, which symbolizes purity and kindness, just died at the hands of a girl who also symbolizes purity. Even unicorns with magical powers cannot escape temptation and traps.

Dialect suddenly remembered that this story was told to her by Mo Jiaxin, and it was also a rainy day, she was lying in Mo Jiaxin's arms, listening to her reading a leather-bound book, her voice accompanied by the rustling rain Her warm body is like a scented flower. Dialect gathers her arms in a smoky way. Mo Jiaxin puts down the book and touches the top of Fang Yan's head with her hand: "Independence The horned beast is a powerful animal, it can fight an elephant, but it will also put its head softly on the girl's skirt and fall asleep. My unicorn, are you going to sleep?"

"Cut it, cut it, who made me be confused by beauty, you don't have any pure parts in you, only beauty." Fang Yan murmured, burying his head deeper in her arms.

Mo Jiaxin's body slid down, "Where do I start eating you?" She wrapped her lips and tongue around the words, bringing a tremor in her soul.

Thinking of this past event, Fang Yan felt her pores stand up, and that trembling feeling remained in the depths of her soul, as if stamped and engraved there, leaving an indelible pain and desire.

Just as she was wandering in the sky, a man sat beside her with the Entertainment Weekly on her lap.

Fang Yan came back to his senses, first saw Entertainment Weekly, and then saw a pair of white hands, slender arms, and thin shoulders.

"You!" Dialect jumped up, the photo album on his lap fell to the ground with a bang, and the photos spread out.

The man bent down and picked up the photo album on the ground with his slender arms, "Fang Yan, is that why you love me so much? You actually robbed me of my job?" His eyes were narrow, long and bright, full of provocative scrutiny. A small mole, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

"I...I...I'm not..." Fang Yan's heart stopped beating, looking at the face that was getting closer and closer, her tongue was tied, she wanted to hold on Can't stop.

It has been two years, 730 six days, when this person whom she has been thinking about appeared in front of her, she felt like she was seeing her for the first time, with palpitations, panic and an urge to run away.

She turned around uncontrollably, but was grabbed by a pair of soft hands, "It's not what?"

Dialect lowered his head, and a small voice leaked from his lips, "I'm not trying to steal your job."

Mo Jiaxin laughed, her whole face gleaming, "Liar!"

"Jiaxin," Fang Yan turned away and didn't dare to look at her directly, as if she was the one who left without saying goodbye, it seemed that she was the one who disappeared for two years, it seemed that she was the one who ran off to get married.

"No, why are you running?" Mo Jiaxin's hand slid down her arm to hold Fang Yan's hand. "Find a place to sit down." He couldn't help breaking up and pulled her to go outside.

The coffee shop of the art museum exudes a strong aroma, and outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is the lush green back garden. At this time, the wind suddenly picked up, whistling, rolling up the tree heads and swinging back and forth, as if performing a wild tango dance.

Mo Jiaxin looked out of the window and was not in a hurry to speak. Her hair was cut short, and the slightly curly short hair set off her thin cheeks to make them more three-dimensional. The scars on her face disappeared. Jiaxin was even more beautiful, so beautiful that she felt strange, "Your face?" Dialect asked.

Mo Jiaxin unconsciously touched her face, "Oh, plastic surgery."

Dialect glanced at the Entertainment Weekly on the table, and suddenly realized something: "Are you short of money?"

"Well, it's so obvious, you didn't know until today?" Mo Jiaxin took Fang Yan's hand, and wrote stroke by stroke in her palm, "Separating the characters Xin means lack of weight."

Fang Yan withdrew his hand angrily, "Mo Jiaxin, you are not short of weight, you are wicked! Play tricks on me!"

Mo Jiaxin laughed, "No matter how you look at it, you don't look like someone who will come out to meet netizens."

"Did you come here to confuse me on purpose with that bearded head portrait?" Fang Yan patted his head, "It's because of me that every mouthful is a brother, are you guilty?"

Mo Jiaxin wrinkled her nose, "It's not intentional to confuse you, I just like that avatar, and you called it by yourself, I just didn't correct you."

"I've been a netizen for almost seven years, and you still say it wasn't intentional?" Fang Yan bit his lip, remembering that the villain would sue her first, and he hated her so much.

"Well, I did it on purpose. You said once that you like to play that kind of game, so I went to the forum to catch you, and found a lot of strategies, just to play with you. At that time, I listened to your lectures during the day, and at night I went to the forum to catch you. Pretending that your elder brother took you through the customs." Mo Jiaxin confessed generously, but the dialect had nothing to say.

This child follows her and takes pictures during the day, but doesn't let her go in the virtual world at night. Is she sick?She blurted out: "Are you sick?"

"Well," Mo Jiaxin nodded seriously, "Lovesickness."

Fang Yan blushed and wanted to scold her, but when he saw the waiter approaching, he turned his head and endured it.

The waiter came to order, and Mo Jiaxin ordered juice uncharacteristically.

"Don't drink coffee?" The dialect was a bit strange.

"Well, I don't drink coffee." Mo Jiaxin's eyes were burning like two clusters of flames.

His burning eyes fell on Fang Yan, who looked up at her, "Eyes?"

"Okay." Mo Jiaxin smiled, "Is there anything else you want to ask me?"

Just as Dialect was about to open his mouth, the phone rang, "Sorry, I'll answer the call first." Mo Jiaxin picked up the phone, "Hello?"

On the ring finger of her left hand holding the phone, a diamond ring was shining.

His eyes were a little stinging, and the pain went all the way to his heart. Fang Yan turned his head away, not wanting to look at the shining person and the ring again.She should be living a good life, Fang Yan thought, with such a radiant look, she doesn't seem to be always preoccupied when she is by her side.

"I'm meeting friends in a coffee shop, um, I get it, I don't know how to drink coffee, okay, you're so long-winded," Mo Jiaxin's words still drifted into her ears, and the person on the other end kept urging something, Thoughtful and long-winded. "I'll be back later, don't need to pick me up, I'll take a taxi myself, okay, I'll definitely be home at 5 o'clock. I won't wander around." The other party kept asking her when she was going back, and the image of a perfect husband was about to come out.

The dialect almost wants to cover his ears, so naked/naked/naked to abuse the dog, and he is also an ex-girlfriend, is it inhumane?

The waiter brought coffee and juice in a timely manner. Fang Yan finally found the vent, and with a small stainless steel spoon, he stirred the coffee until it jingled.

"Okay! The coffee has been spilled." Mo Jiaxin didn't know when to pick up the line, and leaned over and said in dialect.

"Is Tian Jun worried about you coming out to see me?" Fang Yan asked, throwing the spoon into the cup.

"No, he's always like this, don't you mind?" Mo Jiaxin picked up the juice and didn't drink it, looking at the floating fruit pieces through the glass.

"You are married, do you still need to see me? Even if you come back, don't let me know?" Fang Yan asked sadly.

"I thought you missed me." Mo Jiaxin put down the glass.

"Mo Jiaxin! You are too deceitful!" Fang Yan stood up abruptly, "I won't write to you anymore, and I won't harass you anymore, and you don't need to show your affection in front of me. It's my lack of heart , I treated you as a netizen and said those things, now you can forget about them. That’s my business alone, it has nothing to do with you.” After saying this sentence, dialect suddenly remembered the point of view that “love is one’s business alone” It was still instilled in myself.

With ulterior motives, Dialect immediately realized, "You have been chatting with me every week in front of my netizen for so long, isn't it just to hang me?"

"Fang Yan, sit down first, and I will tell you slowly." Mo Jiaxin wanted to reach out to pull her, but Fang Yan sideways avoided.

"You don't think you're married, and I'll continue to have sex with you, do you?" Fang Yan was so angry that his hands shook, "I...I really didn't expect you to be such a person."

The author has something to say:

I can't open Jinjiang at home these days, what's going on?

It's the finale tomorrow.