no ambiguity

Passengers downstairs in the inn came in and out from time to time, most of them were employees of H&F magazine. It was still early, and there was still a lot of work to be done, so no one dared to call it a day.

The night view of the resort is very beautiful. It focuses on the characteristics of Jiangnan water town. Outside the inn is a brightly lit winding long street. On both sides of the street are rows of antique small buildings. Elegant lanterns hang under the eaves. From near to far, you can’t see at a glance. to the end.

On the other side is the observation deck, and there is a magnificent tower, next to it is a wetland park.The night is sultry, and many tourists are crowded towards the tower in groups, and some people are parading in groups to buy some souvenirs or eat casually.

The crowd was noisy and bustling.

In the room on the second floor, you can clearly hear the endless noise, endless, the cleanliness in the room is in sharp contrast to the hustle and bustle outside, and there is also a feeling of being isolated from everything in it, as if you are completely separated from it.

Wen Ning raised his head, looked at Qinghe from bottom to top, stretched out his hand to brush away her drooping hair, moved up to touch the corner of her lips, and said, "It's not annoying."

The light was too dim, so that at this moment, looking at this person face to face, Qinghe couldn't see the deep meaning in her eyes clearly.The window is wide open, occasionally the wind blows in, it is cool, the corners of Qing He's mouth are slightly raised, and finally he lowers his head first.

It was rare for the two to kiss seriously, but after all, they were not too presumptuous.

If you have something to do later, you have to go out.

It is rare for the two of them to be like this now, the atmosphere is in place, the thoughts in their hearts are haunting, something is about to move, and they can't help but meet each other.

Maybe Qing He has no ambition, can't listen to Wen Ning's words, his bones become soft after being coaxed, and he immediately throws those messy thoughts out of the sky. To overfire.

Wen Ning made noise with her, and after kissing her, he suddenly picked her up.

She let out a low ah, smiled, and with a hook of her hand, she pressed Wen Ning to the head of the bed to support her, tossing about indiscriminately.

Wen Ning let her do whatever she wanted.

Qing He always likes to rub Wen Ning's hair, and she can't stop making small movements with her hands. She arches the other's chest, making Wen Ning hug herself tighter, and then asks in a low voice: "Why are you so nice today? , not normal."

Wen Ning said, "I'll stay here tonight, with you."

He avoided answering her question, as if he didn't hear her.

Qinghe didn't care much about this, and said nonchalantly: "It's not impossible."

Wen Ning pushed up the bath towel, touched the hyacinth tattoo with his fingertips, and asked, "When did you get the tattoo?"

Qinghe couldn't react for a while, and it took a while to understand what she was asking. She couldn't help touching her own tattoo, fumbled and grabbed Wen Ning's finger, not to let it be touched again, after thinking about it for a while, she only gave an ambiguous question. Answer.

"I'm in my teens. I don't remember clearly. I asked a friend to do it at the time. It doesn't cost money, and it's free for people to practice."

Back then, I was young and didn't know anything. After being in the underground music circle for a long time, I didn't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth.At that time, I was too crazy, I couldn’t tell right from wrong, I didn’t have the guts to do things other than breaking the law and discipline, and there were many other bad problems. Hyacinth got tattoos at that time. I opened my clothes and lay down on the chair, clenching my teeth. Enduring the pain, a tattoo was formed, deeply burned into the skin.

When I was in my teens, I was careless. It was worth the pain just to have a tattoo. I didn’t care about whether I was beautiful or ugly. Thanks to my friend’s excellent skills, otherwise the skin would be ruined.

Qing He hardly mentioned to Wen Ning the messy things in the early years, the meaningless past, and it was boring to talk about. She didn't want to talk more, so she evaded it vaguely.

Wen Ning consciously didn't ask any further questions, stroking the drooping leaves of the hyacinth, and the warm fingertips extended down the crooked stem.Knowing that Qinghe hid other words and didn't say anything, she lowered her eyes and her eyes fell on the armband of Qinghe's right hand.

The French tattoo is very scribbled, the handwriting is loose and invisible, revealing a sense of fatigue.

This sentence was handwritten by Qing He himself, and after careful deciphering, he could barely make out some of the characters.The French tattoo is also done by a friend, but the tattoo technique is much more skilled than before. The lines of the arm ring are smooth, as if growing on the arm, which is rustic and beautiful.

"What about this?" Wen Ning asked.

"Before I met you," Qinghe said truthfully, "I commemorate my 20th birthday."

Wen Ning watched in silence for a while, tried to connect the strings in French, and said softly: "Lalibertééternelle."

"Laliberté ternelle"

—Eternal freedom.

Qing He rubbed this person's fingers, feeling in her palm, as if she couldn't stop.

"I watched a movie on my birthday, and then I got this tattoo at night. I was quite impulsive, and it was too late to regret it the next day." She raised her right arm slightly, "But it's still very beautiful, and it will take a few days." God will not regret it again."

Wen Ning grabbed her hand in turn, not letting her move, "What movie?"

""Sea Pianist"." Qing He said.

"I've seen it before," Wen Ning replied, "When I was in college, I was a little older than you."

"Very famous movie."

"Ah."

"Who did you watch with?" Qinghe asked suddenly.

"Myself," Wenning said.

She smiled, "Me too. In the dormitory in the middle of the night, covered with a quilt and wearing earphones, I stayed up until two or three o'clock before going to bed."

The two started chatting, talking nonsense.

The two of them have never talked about these before, it is unnecessary and unimportant, they usually have very little verbal communication, and spend more time in intimacy, and neither of them thought of crossing the line in the middle and entering The opponent's circle.It was finally different now, a few casual words broke the original shackles invisibly.

Close the door after dark, only turn on a downlight, hug and chat with each other, this kind of behavior is too strange, soft and intimate, as if they are really talking about feelings, the two of them are like lovers, lovers.

Qing He didn't know why she mentioned this, and she was a little confused when she told Wen Ning about the boring past, she couldn't figure out her own thoughts.

She looked down at the other party from a high position, dazed for a moment for no reason, probably touched by something, couldn't help reaching out to touch Wen Ning's face.

Wen Ning didn't move, his eyelids were half closed, and he looked at her quietly.

The light reflected in Qinghe's eyes, illuminating the secrets in the corners, making the things hidden in the depths nowhere to hide.

The street downstairs was still noisy, the voices of people rose and fell from time to time, and the brilliance outside made the room even more drowsy.The two of them were still chatting with each other just now, but now they are speechless.

Qinghe's fingertips moved, and gently caressed Wen Ning's neck, touched the throat, then moved up after a while, and then touched the man's face.

Wen Ning was patient, at this moment he turned slightly to the side, and put half of his face into her palm, willing to enter her control.

Qinghe curled up her fingertips subconsciously, trying to avoid it, but she didn't have time, the moment she touched him, she stopped trying to dodge, and still put her hand on this person's face, she couldn't bear to let go .

"Don't move," she whispered, scratching the side of the man's face with her thumb, "don't move..."

Wen Ning said softly, "It didn't move."

The voices of both of them were extremely soft and low, as if they were whispering.

Qinghe was blank for a while, her whole body was tense, and her emotions were also tense.Originally, she was very calm, but now she was out of control, making some strange moves.

Obviously there was a more intimate behavior earlier, which was a hundred times more exaggerated and a thousand times more straightforward than the current one, but there is something different, the timing is wrong, or the experience is different, Qinghe can't say it, only feels that there is something in the body Churning, almost swallowing reason.

She staggered her eyes, stopped looking at Wen Ning, and stopped looking into each other's eyes.

Wen Ning's eyes are too deep, as if he can see people thoroughly at any time, trying to pull out the bottom of his mind.

Qinghe doesn't like this, she gets closer, and she can touch the person below with just a finger's distance away.She rubbed the corner of Wen Ning's mouth, and whispered: "Don't keep looking at me..."

The light shone over, dyeing the two of them with a thin layer of mist, facing each other in such an intimate posture, even the thin fluff on the other's ear can be clearly seen.

Time seemed to stand still, if it weren't for the continuous noise outside, the room would have pressed the pause button.

Wen Ning grabbed Qing He's wrist, and rarely called her name together.

Qinghe should not.

She covered the man's eyes and put her hands on them.

"Don't call me, don't call me."

She has always had a strong style, and she still puts on a superficially tough posture at this time, that's what she does.

But Wen Ning in front of him was different from before, he didn't follow Qing He, and didn't make a sound, but leaned back a little.

Qinghe couldn't react until she felt the warmth and wetness in her palm.

A careful, organic touch.

With an unknown meaning, wet and caught off guard.

From Qinghe's point of view, she only saw the other person's thin chin, followed by a sudden scalding, she froze for a moment, and immediately took her hand away.

Wen Ning didn't let her hide this time, and grabbed her with both hands, pressing them on both sides.

Qinghe struggled, but didn't exert any strength, "What are you doing..."

Wen Ning said: "Do nothing."

Then he hugged her back.

The weather was really suitable for the occasion, and the wind outside the window suddenly picked up, whistling and blowing.The windows of the inn are old-fashioned double-opening sliding windows. The window was not latched, and it was blown suddenly and creaked, and then closed heavily with a bang.

The downlight was turned off, and the room was instantly plunged into darkness without any bright colors.

Qinghe struggled for half a minute, wrestling awkwardly, and when she ran out of strength, she finally lay upright.

Wen Ning bit her lips.

The night is spreading, different feelings are clamoring, and the loneliness of the room is about to be broken.

Only the shouts outside the door were inappropriate.

——"Secretary Qing."

It's the intern.