Jie Qingsi [Bar]

Gu Lian is not such a person. Many things that others think are necessary are not very necessary in her eyes, so she thinks that others don't need them either.Therefore, if you want to do something for others, you must first ask if you need it, and leave a certain space.

But now this person has everything prepared, and is very strong, completely following the intention of taking care of Lian, regardless of An Yuanqing's feelings.

This feeling is very contradictory and subtle, which makes An Yuanqing see a glimmer of hope.

She thanked him politely and took medicine.

She took what Gu Lian gave her, and even after drinking the third glass of water in one breath, she was obedient and quiet.

She could actually tell that Gu Lian and Mo He hadn't done anything out of the ordinary.

And she didn't feel sorry for Gu Lian, but she was not firm enough to deal with her ex-girlfriend, and her physical fitness was not good enough. She couldn't bear it in a few days, but it wasn't a wrong thing.

But there is no way, she just wants to accommodate this man.

In addition, in addition to liking and caring, she also has a sense of urgency in her heart.

She drank half of the third cup, which made her stomach ache.An Yuanqing's eyes were bright, and he carefully asked: "Can I not drink?"

Gu Lian sat sideways on the edge of the bed, looked at her silently, frowned, reached out to take the cup and put it aside.

An Yuanqing slowly sat up straight, stretched out his hand to cover the back of the man's hand, and gently rubbed his fingertips along the lines of the tendon.

Gu Lian's fingertips curled up reflexively, probably ticklish, but she didn't hide, she held on, the back of her hand became a little stiff, and then gradually loosened.

"Xiao Lian." An Yuanqing called her like this, lowly and softly.

Gu Lian didn't answer and let her touch her.

An Yuanqing didn't make another sound.

After a long while, Gu Lian finally moved.

"Ah."

The room is quiet, it is already a deep and deep night.

An Yuanqing said, "Shall we talk?"

If it were her former girlfriend, especially the previous one, she might be extremely impatient with this sentence, and explanations are the last thing necessary.

But Gu Lian is different. Gu Lian needs to make everything very clear in order to get over his feelings. Otherwise, he will only think of collapse and his mind will froze.

"Tell me." Gu Lian said calmly, without looking up.

An Yuanqing said bluntly, "Don't be with Mo He."

Her words were actually not that polite, but she deliberately kept them low when she said them, and her voice was already soft and soft, so Gu Lian was not angry.

Gu Lian responded quickly, with a calm expression: "Why?"

An Yuanqing wanted to hug her in the past, but he was afraid of infecting her, so he didn't move. He just held Gu Lian's cold hand in his palm and wrapped it up.

"She doesn't really like you." She paused, and added: "Without me, she would not pursue you. She is too possessive."

"Everyone has a different personality." Gu Lian retorted.

An Yuanqing didn't know whether Gu Lian was worried or angry at this time, so he remained silent.

"Then what about you?" Gu Lian pulled out his hand, leaving An Yuanqing's palm empty.

Turning sideways, facing An Yuanqing, looking directly at her: "Are you sincere?"

"Of course I am—" An Yuanqing said subconsciously, answering very quickly.

Gu Lian's anger, which seemed to have been stored for a long time, erupted at this moment, stopping her words, and a series of words were as heavy as ice beads.

"Are you only sincere to me, and it was just for fun in the past. Or are you sincere to everyone, but your sincerity can be controlled freely?"

After she asked this question, she also felt that she was too rude, as if she was eagerly holding her heart in front of that person, letting him sell it for a price.

Knowing that feelings cannot last forever, knowing that it is wrong to rely too much on someone, knowing that she is just an ordinary member of the crowd, but still can't help it, hoping to be unique in the eyes of that person.

Get up, walk to the window, let the flowing night fog soak your eyes.

A breeze slowly rises, the mist recedes quietly, everything reveals a vague outline, the continuous black shadow of Daishan in the distance, the high-rise buildings outside the old street, the changing neon lights like the Milky Way, nearby, the lights in the alley Street lights, sporadic passers-by.

The reflection of that person appeared on the window, and the thin and handsome figure came behind her step by step.

He stretched out his warm arms, wrapped them around her shoulders, leaned over slightly, rubbed his hot cheeks lightly against hers, and pressed his thin and pointed chin against the hollow of her neck.

Gu Lian knew this person's temper well, so she didn't bother to confront her, so she pressed her hands on the window sill and let her go.

"Xiao Lian."

An Yuanqing pressed against her ear, his breath burning slightly.

Gu Lian quietly ignored her, her breath stagnating slightly.

An Yuanqing hugged her even tighter, "Xiao Lian."

The tone of voice is slightly swaying, the nasal voice is soft and glutinous, with a little coquettish meaning, just right, not boring.

Gu Lian had no choice but to answer, raised one cold fingertip, and held the man's arm instead.

It was hot, slightly scorching, and something melted in the chest, flowing slowly.

An Yuanqing grabbed her fingertips, brought them between his hands, and kneaded her palms carefully.Not mixed with ambiguity, there is a tender warmth.

"I only have one serious one. After work, I had the idea of ​​settling down. A friend introduced me to one. But it was not suitable, and we split up soon."

Gu Lian thought of Wen Ya's fingertips tonight, the bar was almost playing the piano.

"What about the one just now?" She asked calmly.

An Yuanqing swallowed with difficulty.

The two were close together, and Gu Lian could clearly feel her subtle body movements and the sound of swallowing, and she didn't know if it was because she was nervous or had lingering fears.

"She's so fierce." An Yuanqing whispered, feeling aggrieved inexplicably: "She asked me to get back together during the high school reunion, and if I disagreed, she would pester me, yelling for beating and killing."

Gu Lian curled her lips, she wouldn't believe it if she said that this person didn't have the slightest intention of resurgence.He just cared about her and didn't dare to admit it.

But An Yuanqing can talk as much as she wants, it's all her personal right, she has no reason and doesn't need to mind.

The fog outside the window thickens and fades, flickering and blurry, the only constant is that the night is as cool as water.

"I'm going back, you can rest here."

It was still early, and the curfew was relaxed on Saturday and Sunday, so it was still too late for Gu Lian to rush back.

An Yuanqing is still having a fever, and the two of them are in the same room, so they may pass the disease to Gu Lian.

She used this reason to convince herself, she didn't stop her, and wanted to explain a few more words, but Gu Lian left without looking back.

The door was gently closed, and there was only a faint sound of collision.

Perhaps because of his state of mind, there was one person missing in the room, and it suddenly became cold.

An Yuanqing got up and closed the glass window, thinking that it was Gu Lian who opened it, leaving a small gap.

In the middle of the night, her body was hot, and she woke up from the heat. She wanted to open the window in a drowsy state, but found that there was a black shadow with undulating outlines under the window sill.

She was startled, and tentatively asked, "Xiao Lian?"

Gu Lian hummed, opened the window halfway, walked over, picked up the thermometer next to the bedside table in the dark, and took her temperature skillfully.

"37.5, not bad."

An Yuanqing realized that this person might stay up all night to take care of himself, leaned back on the bed, muttered for a moment, and asked softly, "Why are you back?"

Gu Lian didn't respond immediately, she put the thermometer back first, and then tucked the corner of the quilt for her.

"Do you want to turn on the light? Or go back to sleep?"

"Turn on the light." An Yuanqing said.

The light gently spread between the two, and she keenly noticed that Gu Lian's clothes had changed.

The ordinary white hooded sweater and khaki trousers exude a warm fragrance, the sneakers are clean, and the hair tie with ponytail is something Gu Lian has always used, she has the impression.

Gu Lian was busy helping her to put the pillows on her back, not paying attention to her eyes, and said calmly, "The door of the dormitory is closed."

An Yuanqing pursed his lips tightly, not daring to remain silent for too long, and hummed in response.

"Do you want to sleep here?"

Gu Lian's hand for adjusting the pillow paused, and his thin lips parted.

An Yuanqing lifted one side of the quilt.

Gu Lian changed her clothes and lay down next to An Yuanqing.

The two pillows were behind An Yuanqing's back, and the cushion on the back of the bed was a bit hard, making it uncomfortable to lean on.

An Yuanqing stretched out his hand to embrace the man.

Gu Lian made a symbolic effort, automatically adjusted her posture, her head was attached to her chest, and she was breathing slowly.

Later, Gu Lian turned off the light and fished something by the way. An Yuanqing helped her once, and she was also a little moved, because she was covered with a thin quilt, and slowly wrapped the two of them, airtight, and both of them were sweating.

The two of them didn't turn on the light again, just clinging to each other like this, the moist and steady breath fused together in the darkness.

After sweating a lot, An Yuanqing felt that his fever should subside.

The fog that filled the window did not know when to disperse again, but it had not completely dissipated, it was between white gauze and transparency.

The soft moonlight shone in through the light fog, and the light was so weak that it was barely enough to see the eyes that were close at hand.

Gu Lian had been lying sideways facing An Yuanqing, through the dim light, she suddenly lowered her gaze, and not long after, she buried her head down again, with her fluffy hair facing her.

His voice was blocked by lint, muffled: "Are you angry?"

An Yuanqing heard clearly, but this person's question was out of his mind, and he didn't dare to answer casually, so he asked, "What?"

Gu Lian's cheeks rustled against the pillow, and for some reason, there was a vague sense of awkwardness.

"You add me on WeChat, why don't you send me a message?"

An Yuanqing thought about the two sentences together before he understood.

Gu Lian should have thought that the message was not answered, and she was angry, so she didn't talk to the other party for a week.

Gu Lian is a pragmatist, probably thinking that she has spent a lot of time adding WeChat, and according to her perseverance in the past, it must come in handy.

Just as An Yuanqing was about to explain clearly to this person, another thought popped up on his lips.

"So you came so early last night to keep me from being angry?"

Gu Lian didn't move for a long time, still keeping a certain distance, resting his head on her neck.

An Yuanqing inexplicably felt a wave of warmth around his neck, he was stunned for a while, and couldn't help laughing softly.

In the silence of the room, the laughter was particularly obvious.

Gu Lian twisted silently.

An Yuanqing hastily hugged him tighter and coaxed him nicely, but later he had to make amends in another way.

Her body hadn't healed yet, and then she felt dizzy in her head, tired and tired, and fell asleep in a daze.

In a half-dream and half-awake state, being hugged by Gu Lian, she didn't hear a word of what was said in her ear.

I could only see that person's clean, cold white back reflecting the moonlight, with a distant and blurred luster, and his whole body seemed to roll away from her like a billow of cold mist.

But she couldn't bring herself to chase after him.

When I woke up, pale daylight occupied every corner of the house, and after the fog cleared, the moist wind was left behind.

There was no sign of Gu Lian in the house, and she walked cleanly. If it wasn't for the things in the trash can, she might have thought last night was just a dream.

Just put on your shirt and go outside.

The satin-smooth soft white shirt was the same one she wore in the company yesterday. It was long, with two slender and straight legs exposed, and she was buttoning it as she went downstairs.