no ambiguity

Unexpectedly, the other party would do this, Qinghe was a little slow, and the whole person was in a mess.The consciousness is clear, and she understands that she should separate immediately, but the instinct of the body has the upper hand, and the habit formed in the past is so deep that she froze there, motionless.

But for a moment of stupefaction, Wen Ning stepped in, disturbed the restraint, and swallowed all the hesitation and rejection.

The old-fashioned window next to it could not be opened halfway, and the cold wind blowing slowly poured in along the open gap, bringing in the smell of incense from outside.

The room is too narrow, and there are piles of miscellaneous objects. If you move a little, you will bump into other things.Qing He wanted to move back, but Wen Ning grabbed her back with force, and she couldn't move away even half a step. She raised her hand, trying to push Wen Ning away, but she accidentally hit the synthesizer on the left. Dropped, immediately stopped the movement, and turned to use the right hand.

Wen Ning reacted quickly and grabbed her.

This person was wearing little clothes, and he had walked for a while in the cold wind before finding him, and his hands were cold.

Qinghe was suddenly stimulated by the coldness, and wanted to hide even more, but unfortunately the other party didn't give him any chance to escape.

Neither of them compromised, and they seemed to be competing secretly, especially Wen Ning.She seems to be a different person, not as gentle as usual, always measured, she absorbs Qinghe's breath, full of possessiveness, the strength of her hands is very heavy, while hooking Qinghe, she uses her fingertips Rub it on the side of Qing He's fair neck.

It was just a kiss, but it seemed out of control, something collapsed.

Thoughts overwhelm reason, replaced by impulse.

Wen Ning is the kind of person who is overly self-reliant, whether it is work or love, he has always been in control.Since meeting Qinghe, she has always followed Qinghe's actions. If the other party doesn't want to or doesn't like it, she will not cross the line, and will keep all the behaviors that should and shouldn't be within an appropriate range—— They have always been like this, together, even Qinghe decided to separate, as long as the other party is not willing, the other person cannot cross the line in the middle.

After getting along for a long time, some principles become agreements that must be followed.Only this time is the exception.

Both sides are in chaos, one retreats and the other advances.

Qinghe's lips were bitten red, and there was an indistinct luster under the lamp. She freed her hand and whispered: "Wen Ning!"

But it doesn't work.

After the kiss was over, Wen Ning hugged her tightly, strangling her waist and back, as if he wanted to rub her into his body.

The man was breathing heavily and his voice was very soft.

"I am here……"

"Qinghe, I won't leave."

She is responding to her, responding to those things before, but also expressing a decision.In just two sentences, it is meaningful and contains too many words.

Qing He didn't push her anymore, but said angrily: "Let me go."

Wen Ning didn't let go, but hugged him even tighter.

Qinghe felt a little uncomfortable, and couldn't explain why.

She really wanted to leave this person, but she didn't know what was wrong, every step she took, she would be held tightly, as if tied by a thread, and it became more and more difficult to break free.After discovering those lies, she should be angry, should have a big fight with the other party, and then never communicate with each other, but inexplicably, she chose to avoid, only thinking about staying far away, and chose to use work to offset some mood.

Wen Ning said: "I was not good before."

She bit her lip like a stick in her throat, her hands hanging by her side.

"Qing He," Wen Ning called her name, paused before speaking, "You can blame me and blame me, I'm sorry."

The past is a foregone conclusion, and no one can change what happened long ago.

There were many reasons for the accident back then, many coincidences, and the people involved were not innocent, but no one was at fault for the heinous crime. Many things are destined to be like this, it is just like that, and there is no way to change it.

On the other hand, if there was no car accident, the two of them would not have what happened later, let alone what they are now, so whether it is to blame or complain, there must always be someone who stands up and bears the burden.

Qinghe is not very upbeat, her heart is astringent for no reason.

The children downstairs were furious. Someone lit firecrackers, and the crackling sound could be heard throughout the alley.

The group of troublemakers are non-stop, and those who celebrate the festival, one by one, run around like monkeys, laughing and making trouble in groups, lighting firecrackers one after another to scare their partners, and they are wild.

All movement and sound is carried here, and the noise and laughter are intertwined.

The stalemate in the room finally returned to peace. After a while, the two separated and sat cross-legged facing each other, calming down.

The dishes on the low table are rich, and the portions are not many, and everything is for two people.This year's New Year's Eve dinner is a unique and extremely important meal, symbolizing reunion and happiness.

Maybe it's because she's not used to having one more person, but Qinghe is still reticent, she lowers her gaze, her vision gradually becomes blurred, her nose and eyes are red.

She didn't know what she was doing, and she was at a loss, unable to tell whether it was reluctance or the illusion of loneliness.She really wanted Wen Ning to leave, and would rather spend New Year's Eve by herself, but she just couldn't speak, couldn't open her mouth.

Not only this New Year's Eve dinner, Wen Ning also stayed in the rental house this night.

In the middle of the night, every family is watching the new year.

The lights on the top must be turned on until dawn and cannot be turned off. On the 1.5-meter-wide bed, the two of them did nothing but hug each other. Qing He rested her chin on Wen Ning's shoulder, feeling tired, and closed her eyes.

It was just after midnight.

Wen Ning put his hand on Qinghe's waist and whispered, "Qinghe, the coming year will be smooth."

The person in his arms just moved and didn't reply.

This night was destined to be unsettled, but the noise outside could not disturb this place.

The next day is Lunar New Year's Day, a new year with a new atmosphere.

Before dawn, the streets were filled with various noises, one after another.There are many old-fashioned residents in the old city. The first thing many people do when they get up early in the morning is to light incense and burn paper.

It was rare for Qinghe to sleep soundly, and it was already dawn when he woke up, seven or eight o'clock.

At that time, she was the only one on the bed, and there was no one beside her, and there was no sign of another person in the rental house, so it was unbelievably quiet.

The low table was put away, and the rest of the place was clean.

Wen Ning is not here, so he should have left.

She pursed her lips, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

Wash and tidy up.

There is still no other place to go today, not even going to the hospital, and I still have to live alone.

I haven't touched my phone all night, and there are a bunch of unread messages on WeChat, all of which are from friends.Qinghe was not in the mood to deal with this, glanced roughly, flipped through casually, and planned to reply later.

At this time, the door was opened from the outside, and Wen Ning came in carrying a paper bag.

Qinghe was startled, she didn't expect her to come back.

It should be said that this person didn't leave at all, he just went out for a while, took a small bag of things and came back.

Wen Ning is going to spend the Spring Festival here and does not plan to go back to Wen's house.

Walking outside in the mist in the winter morning, the tips of my hair are wet and there is a thin frost.Wen Ning's coat collar was still stained with red confetti, and he didn't know where he got it. It looked like he had walked a long way.

It was not bright enough, and the lights were on in the house and in the kitchen.Qinghe stood motionless by the bed, keeping the movement of bending over to put the phone down, very slowly.

Dumplings in paper bags, handmade dumplings.

It’s Chinese New Year, and there are very few shops that are still open on the street. It’s not easy to find a shop that sells dumplings. It’s not easy to buy them after driving around several streets.

Qinghe didn't think about having someone to accompany her to celebrate the new year, let alone eating dumplings on the first day of the new year.She just thought that her mind hadn't turned around last night, and she couldn't bear the deserted feeling. She was greedy for another person's dependence for a while, thinking that nothing happened after one night, so she woke up and found that Wen Ning was not there, and she was still relaxed. He took a deep breath, not expecting the other party to come back.

Seeing the pile of white and fat dumplings and Wen Ning wandering around in the kitchen, Qing He opened his mouth and muttered for a while, but in the end he still didn't say anything.Ever since Qing Zijun passed away, she hadn't celebrated the New Year like this for a long time, and she almost made do with it everywhere, even when she was with Meng Zhi.

The dumplings are freshly made, and there are several kinds of fillings. Once the water is boiled and cooked for a long time, the aroma will overflow.

Qinghe became a mute who couldn't speak, and sat silently by the bed, not even saying a word to ease the atmosphere.

Wen Ning said suddenly: "I will leave in the afternoon."

She looked down at the ground and said nothing.

The water in the pot was boiling and bubbling, making a puffing sound, and the foggy white water vapor rose up and floated from the kitchen into the room, which was very warm.

It didn't take long to cook the dumplings, but within ten minutes, Wen Ning came out and opened the low table, and brought out the two bowls.

Wen Ning is familiar with her taste, so there is no need to ask for seasoning.The two bowls were side by side on the table, still steaming, and there were two pairs of chopsticks beside them.

Qinghe's heart softened for a moment, but the next moment she felt complicated, and didn't understand what was going on between them.

It was clear that they had sent the divorce agreement, and no one contacted anyone during the period, and the decision was crisp and neat, but now it was peaceful and warm, and they spent New Year's Eve and New Year together.

Wen Ning went over to sit down first, in the same position as yesterday.

The man didn't push her too hard, just sat there, waiting.

It took Qinghe a while to pass, and she sat silently opposite.

The low table is too small, if you sit cross-legged, you will bump into each other if you move casually.

Wen Ning stuffed the chopsticks into her hands, and said nonchalantly, "Try it."

Qinghe raised her eyes and met the man's gaze.

Probably because she hasn't had a good rest recently, Wen Ning's eyes are more red and bloodshot, her mouth is dry, and her skin condition has deteriorated. She is visibly haggard to the naked eye. Tie it firmly, there are still a few strands of hair hanging down on the cheeks, and the complexion is pale.

In the past, Wen Ning was all glamorous, and even the corners of his clothes had to be kept flat, without even a single crease. It was never so bad.

After only one glance, Qinghe turned away from looking at the dumplings in the bowl.

After a while, she said hard-heartedly, "Don't come here again."

Wen Ning remained silent.

She was a little erratic, no matter whether the other party agreed or not, she still insisted.

"Wen Ning, just this time..."

The person opposite was still speechless. After a long time, he picked up the chopsticks and said in a warm voice, "The dumplings are getting cold, eat them."

Qing He didn't even look at Wen Ning.

The dumplings taste good, the ingredients are fresh, the skin is thin and the filling is big.She couldn't eat, but she still didn't put down her chopsticks, she walked slowly.

The house was quiet.

Wen Ning's eyes fell on her hand wearing the ring several times, and after waiting for a while, he said, "I won't sign the divorce agreement."

Qinghe stopped.