no ambiguity

The temperature dropped that night, and it was very cold at five or six o'clock in the morning, and it was raining lightly outside, and the damp breath was mixed in the wind and kept blowing.The weather at the end of May is fickle, for a while, and every year.

After the rain gradually became heavier, there was a soft patter on the window glass.Qinghe woke up for a while, but she was not fully awake, probably because she felt the coldness coming, she arched her body, squeezed to the side dishonestly, turned for a while, and finally moved to Wen Ning's side.

She was really annoying enough, even if she moved around, her cold hands were still twitching, until she warmed up, she curled up, half lying in Wen Ning's arms, and buried her face in the other's neck.

Unreasonable people are just so thick-skinned that they refuse to hold back even when they are asleep.

Wen Ning was a light sleeper and woke up after two or three strokes.

The one who caused the trouble was lying comfortably, and didn't notice anything wrong at all, and his eyelids didn't move.

The windows in the room were not fully closed, half of the windows were open diagonally to the side of the bed, and the cool, cool wind swished in, and a slight whining sound could be heard from time to time.

Qinghe sleeps on the outside, which happens to be the side near the window, which just blocks a lot of wind.The unbearable coldness made her unable to resist retreating into the quilt, she almost shrunk herself in, the quilt was the only way to keep her from being cold.

The rain didn't last long, and it stopped in ten minutes, leaving only dripping water droplets hanging on the trees and glass, sliding out water marks.

After a while, the wind became weaker and it was not so cold.

At that time, Qinghe's drowsiness subsided by more than half, and he dazedly picked up the quilt, trying to get out to get some air, but it was too uncomfortable to hold back.

However, as soon as he moved his hands and didn't use any force, a familiar figure came over.

Everything was caught off guard, too fast.Qing He felt the warmth and moisture on the skin first, and then the fresh air.

"Wenning..."

She called each other by first and last name.

The person on her body kissed her chin, and then went to find her lips.

The early summer morning is full of decay, everything is rotten and rotten in it.

Maybe it's because of the weather, people's thoughts are always scattered in the cold, and they can't stop thinking about it, so for no reason, Qing He suddenly remembered the scene when he saw Wen Ning for the first time.

It was a very ordinary encounter with no memories, but the process was very special.

It was a night two years ago, less than three months after the establishment of Slow Train, in a summer resort in the suburbs.

At that time, the band was invited to perform at a stag party where rich second generations gathered. A friend of the host of the party knew Ye Xilin, so he helped introduce the business. The price was high, and the payment was even more enjoyable.The order came in a hurry, only one week in advance. The four members of the band stayed up all night preparing for this, and carefully planned for several days, thinking that if they want to show their talents, they must be worthy of the price.

However, that night, the four of them sat on the bench together, and they didn't even have a chance to go on stage.

There was more than one band invited to the party, besides Slow Train, there was also a well-known foreign rock band.

The party host didn't intend to let the slow train play at the beginning, signing the contract and paying the money was just a favor, not a good way to save the friend's face.Tens of thousands of dollars is a high price for ordinary people, but it is not worth mentioning to the wealthy second generation. It is an easy way to get the best of both worlds with a little money.

Four people were locked in a small room without a glass of cold water.Outside, the electronic music is exciting, the fights are incessant, extravagance and carnival are intertwined, and the atmosphere here is deserted and gloomy.

Jiang Zi has a bad temper and too much self-esteem. He couldn't bear this kind of grievance, so he couldn't help but curse in a low voice: "Damn, I'm sick, my brain is flooded, I'm too full to do anything."

Ye Xilin was sitting on the sofa playing with his mobile phone, his face was not very good-looking.The other team member did the same, but he didn't behave too much, so he could bear it for the time being.

Only Qinghe didn't react too much, she didn't curse or get angry, she was calm enough.

She understood some truths a long time ago, this is not the first time she has experienced this kind of treatment, she has experienced it more than Ye Xilin and the others.Those who play music are arrogant, and no one is willing to succumb to reality, but reality is not so ideal, and under the flashy appearance is dilapidation and falsehood.

She found an excuse to go out to smoke and didn't want to stay here any longer.

The host of the party is not too much, just don't let irrelevant personnel go to the back garden to disturb the guests, and they can't go upstairs, and you can still visit other places in the villa.

Of course, there are security personnel and surveillance everywhere around, and you will be seen wherever you go.

After walking around twice, Qinghe found a secluded place to stay.

She stood behind a dense old tree, with a slender smoke in her mouth, looking into the distance with no change in her face, looking around from time to time.

The rich second generation have a lot of fun, no restrictions and no taboos, and the bottom line is unimaginably low.The night cast a fine veil on this layer of gorgeousness, covering up the rotten smell and making it look bright on the surface.

She wanted to light a cigarette, and fumbled in her pocket, but couldn't find the lighter.

It should have been put in the bag, but I didn't take it with me.

After struggling for a long time, I turned my whole body up and down, and there was indeed nothing.She planned to go back to get the lighter, so she turned and stepped out of the shade of the old tree, and walked back along the dim light.

After walking a distance, he bumped into Wen Ning as soon as he turned a corner.

Under a wall, the light was poor, and Wen Ning was standing with a foreign beauty with a proud figure.The foreign beauty is beautiful, with deep and three-dimensional features, and a pleasant voice. She speaks English, and she is more active. While speaking, she leans on Wen Ning and makes some ambiguous small movements.

As soon as Qinghe appeared, the two of them noticed it, but neither of them moved.

Not only did the foreign beauties not hold back, but they went too far. They just wanted to get closer, but now they are almost posted.

Wen Ning was very calm, without the slightest embarrassment of being hit, but raised her eyes slowly and looked over. Her eyes were too calm, like water without any fluctuations, so heavy that people couldn't see through it.

Since the first meeting was so unusual, Qinghe had a bad impression of this person, thinking that she was no different from other rich second generations, and she was not a good thing.After all, what could be the purpose of avoiding other people to come here for a tryst on this big night?

Some things are self-evident, no need to guess.

To avoid disturbing the other party's good business, Qinghe pretended not to see them, and walked past them without stopping, as if those two people did not exist.

The misunderstanding was left at that time, and Qing He had a deep prejudice against Wen Ning.For quite a long period of time, although they happened to meet many times later, Qing He kept away from Wen Ning. people.

On the following day, the two of them had a lot of communication, and they were already familiar with each other's moles. Qing He accidentally mentioned this, but Wen Ning had no memory of foreign beauties, and said lightly: " Don't know who it is."

Qinghe was in awe, and didn't believe a word of it, and asked the bottom line: "Have you ever had a good time with her?"

Wen Ning said, "No."

"It's a bunch of lies," Qing He said at that time, and leaned closer to Wen Ning's shoulder as a pillow, with a playful smile, "You answered so quickly, didn't you just say you didn't know each other?"

It happened to be raining when I asked these words, and the rain was about the same as it is now.Qinghe has forgotten what Wen Ning said after that, and she can't remember what she said. She only remembers that this man pressed her, and when she was emotional, he whispered something next to her ear: "It's nothing, talk to those people It doesn't matter."

The words on the bed are always the most false, Qing He never believed it, but for some reason, he suddenly recalled these chaotic memories.It may be the weather, it may be the lingering drink from last night disturbed my heart, or it may be that I didn't wake up too early, and I was still confused.

She raised her arms and hugged Wen Ning's neck, enduring the rare initiative of the other party's tenderness.After all, Wen Ning still didn't touch her lips, but only kissed her chin and face, his movements were very light.

The tenderness in the morning is the most exciting, there is no need to do anything too intimate, just two kisses are enough.Wen Ning stopped when he clicked, and when he was almost there, he hugged him in his arms and helped Qinghe brush the hair on his neck.

"Sleep a little longer, I'll call you later." The man said in a low voice.

Qinghe responded softly, but this time he was honest.

I went to bed so late last night and drank too much alcohol. Today I have to go to work during the day. If I don’t hurry up and sleep more, it will be dawn. I will die of sleepiness after going to the magazine. She closed her eyes and put her hands and calves on each other. body.After brewing for a long time, tiredness struck again, Qinghe fell asleep quickly, and this time she didn't move around again.

What happened a few minutes ago was just a small episode, it came naturally and left quickly.The clouds and tides in the gray sky were surging, and the night was too dark to stand on the ground to see clearly, only to wait until dawn.