Travels

On the brightly lit stage, young girls sang and danced with their thighs bare, and their waving forearms were full of youthful vigor.

Xia Wanmu sat upright on the teacher's seat, staring fixedly at the dancing crowd on the stage with her peach blossom eyes, but her mind completely flew to another chair one meter away.The heating effect in the spacious studio was not very satisfactory, but she was sweating slightly on her forehead, and the note hidden in the gray glove that was stuck to the palm of her hand must have already been wet.

Not knowing if the words on it could still be read clearly, she was distracted thinking about when she would be able to find a gap to pass the things to the person sitting next to her.

Why this happened, we have to start from a few nights ago.

The oolong incident at the charity dinner ended with her waking up on the bed in someone's room the next day.She felt bad, subconsciously stretched out her hand to touch it, and was frightened by the residual temperature on it, bouncing straight up.

——Good guy, after 8 years of breaking up, she somehow slept in the same bed with Yu Qingge again.And the things before falling asleep the night before were like ice cubes that melted under the scorching sun, leaving a pool of water stains on the section of the memory, which quickly evaporated completely, as if they had never existed.

She knew that she must have despised someone, but she couldn't remember the way and the extent at all. The last memory stayed in the back seat of Yu Qingge's car, the little assistant was driven out of the car, and she pushed him down on the seat, Cleaned up from the inside out.

As for what's next...

I really have no impression.She thought about it hundreds of times, and the back of her head started to hurt, but she didn't make any progress, so she had to give up struggling and start thinking about the status quo.

I don't know what time it is now, the blackout curtains are drawn tightly, the room is very dark and quiet, there is no sound at all.She squinted and glanced around, the surrounding furniture could not be seen clearly, only a vague outline, the winter sky was already gray, not to mention that there was not even a single gap of light leaking by the window, so it was impossible to tell whether it was noon or midnight.

The dress on her body turned into a silk nightgown, which was softly attached to her body, and she could hardly feel the weight. She stroked the smooth surface, her head was empty, and she even lost the ability to think for a while.

Maybe it was a side effect of the drug, she was dizzy, subconsciously took out her mobile phone by the pillow, fumbled for a few times but found nothing, only then realized that someone had put it somewhere else, so she leaned over and groped on the bedside table.

With a bang, the fingertips touched some hard object, and they were swept to the floor, making a loud noise.She was startled suddenly, and her whole body tensed up, fearing that someone would push the door open the next moment, but after tens of seconds passed, the room was still quiet, nothing changed.

She breathed a sigh of relief, leaned down to pick up the overturned thing, held it up to her eyes, and saw that it was a silver metal alarm clock with a half hat-shaped handle on the round belly, a small bag protruding from each side, and two sticks out from the bottom. It is supported like a stick leg, which was a popular style more than ten years ago.

For many years, she used to come to this person's room to sleep together, and she often saw the same style of this thing. I really don't know if Yu Qingge is too lazy to choose a new style or simply nostalgic for the old one.She glanced at it and was no longer interested. She casually put the small alarm clock on the table, grabbed the phone next to her and turned on the screen.

Unexpectedly, the time was frighteningly early, it was not even eight o'clock in the morning, and it was probably just dawn outside.The messages in the reminder bar below the time display were almost squeezed out of the frame, full of missed calls and text messages. She looked at these inexplicably upset, decisively pressed the screen to turn off, and held the small square in her hand and became dazed.

Where did Yu Qingge go?What time did you get up?How long has it been?

no idea.But if you look at the habits developed a long time ago, there is a high probability that this good wife and loving mother has made things for her to fill her stomach.But that way of getting along has long since become history, not to mention that she has become a top player in the music scene now. Leaving aside whether she has the patience to serve her, I am afraid that she is too busy with time.

It's so quiet, could it be that he went out to make an announcement?She thought to herself, not knowing whether she was more fortunate or more disappointed.

The tail of hair hanging down the cheek exudes a faint fragrance, which smells very good, it should be from the pillow.After a short hesitation, she reached out and touched the soft and white goose feather pillow next to her. She couldn't help lying down, and buried her head in it to rub it a few times.

The light fragrance came straight to her nostrils, it was the smell she liked, as if the tiredness on her body had been catalyzed, she lay on the not very soft bed, her eyes blinked more and more slowly, and fell into a drowsy state again. status.

This is a bit outrageous... Why are you still refusing to leave even though the medicine has worn off?What if Yu Qingge came back, how to deal with it?

Sure enough, it's better to sneak away first while no one is in the house?She was thinking in a daze, greed and worry were tug-of-war, shouting loudly, but it soon stopped.Probably because the environment at the moment was too comfortable and comfortable, she closed her eyes and temporarily let herself fall into sleep.

Just before falling asleep, the doorknob was turned, and the sound of the lock cylinder rolling through her mind like thunder, she opened her eyes suddenly, and the familiar figure at the door was turning her back to this side, walking lightly close the door.

Is Yu Qingge at home? !There seemed to be a fierce electric current rushing through her body, stabbing her tightly from the back of her head to her toes. The silent room alarm bells rang wildly, and the man was getting closer and closer, only a few steps away from the bed .

She quickly closed her eyes, took a breath, adjusted her facial expression, and relaxed her body as much as possible.Fortunately, the room was gloomy, and it was not too late to go to bed at this time, at least Yu Qingge didn't notice anything unusual.

The sound of footsteps stopped very close, and in the darkness, she clutched the sheet under her body tightly, silently bearing the gaze of another person.

Yu Qingge's breathing was very shallow, and she strained her ears to hear a faint movement.This silent relationship lasted for a long time, until she could hardly pretend any longer, and a slightly cool hand came up cautiously.

The face was very hot.She was really worried that Yu Qingge would discover the abnormal temperature, and further infer the fact that she had woken up, but the hand just stroked lightly, and was quickly taken away, followed by a long and weak sigh. Echoing in the room, she heard the slight sound of clothes rubbing against each other, her brows itched slightly, and a soft kiss fell.

The footsteps sounded again, and gradually went away, the door was closed, and the room returned to silence.She opened her eyes, seeing a cold white ceiling, monotonous and empty, just like her heart that was swept away at the moment.

The bed, which was very attractive before, became boring now. She sat up slowly, listened to the movement outside the room for a while, and made sure that no one would come in again in the short term, and then tiptoed out of the bed.

The brown wood floor has been heated by a heater, and it doesn't feel cold to step on it. She didn't care about looking for slippers, grabbed her phone, turned on the flashlight, and took a look around twice, aiming at the closet and moving over.The sound of the sliding door rolling ball was a little abrupt, she didn't dare to use force, opened a small gap, reached in and fumbled wildly.

Her fingertips slid across the fabrics of different materials one by one. Time was running out, she grabbed a piece of clothing of suitable thickness and took it out, put it on indiscriminately, and hurried to the door.There was no sound outside, so she waited for a while holding her breath, then twisted open the door like a thief, squinted one eye and looked left and right through the gap less than one centimeter.

There was no one in the corridor, and the living room was empty. The kitchen and dining room were mostly in the blind area of ​​vision. She had no choice but to push the door open and leave.

The temperature outside the house was obviously lower, and the bare feet slowly stepped on the icy ground step by step, and the distance was not far away, and it was a little numb from the ice.Unfortunately, the clothes she "stealed" before were only short down jackets. She wrapped them around her body to barely cover her tailbone, and only a short nightdress was left on her lower body, which did not provide any warmth.

It was really leaking and it was raining all night. She groaned and shivered in the low temperature and walked slowly towards the gate. She was about to reach the living room. The white wall on the right turned into a sliding glass door a few steps away. The sound of the range hood inside was booming, and it was obvious that the owner of the house was turning the pot inside.

The smell of food leaked from the crack of the door, she stopped and sniffed against the door frame.

The bacon omelette is also mixed with the sweet smell of cheese.

The mood is very complicated.She stretched her neck to look around secretly, Yu Qingge turned the ingredients on the pan very attentively, her profile was beautiful, and the brown apron with plaid pattern on her body exuded a gentle and charming temperament, which suddenly made her a little I can't move my eyes.

I don't know who will be the other owner of this house in the end...how lucky is this?

She was lost in thought, feeling sore in her heart, and suddenly the door of the bedroom behind her was pushed by the airflow and closed with a bang.Startled, she glanced nervously at the people in the kitchen.Fortunately, affected by the various noises inside, Yu Qingge did not hear the movement outside, and his attention was always focused on the frying pan in front of him.She breathed a sigh of relief, not daring to dawdle any longer, and immediately walked a few steps to the door, put on the high heels of the night before and rushed out in a panic.