After the divorce, the whole world is waiting for us to get back together

The night in early summer is a bit chilly. I don't know if it's because of the alcohol. Cheng Xi feels that her face is hot.

She could see the light of the stars falling into her eyes, and she could also see the wind shaking the branches and leaves protruding into the night, but what occupied most of her sight was still Meng Zhijin's eyelashes hanging down like fans, slightly curled and scratching The heart of the girl in front of her.

Cheng Xi didn't know how Meng Zhijin approached her so quickly, but when she realized her own lips were covered with tenderness.

Meng Zhijin's kiss was the same as the one that fell on Cheng Xi's palm a few days ago, but it was more gentle than that.

The lukewarm breath contained the smell of alcohol that could not make people sober, and it was hot and unreservedly all fell on her cheeks

I don't know if it was alcohol or Meng Zhijin's kiss that caused the mistake.

This feeling that Cheng Xi was so familiar with was swept into her mind along with the memories.

……

After the beginning of autumn, there was a heavy rain, which suppressed the arrogance of the dog days.

After the birthday, Cheng Xi continued to get involved in the schedule of the final drama rehearsal, Meng Zhijin had work to do even without summer vacation, the two of them resumed their previous online chatting relationship, and the kiss that fell on the palm of their hands did not shake them Put distance.

It seems to be a little closer.

Cheng Xi brought two performance tickets of the provincial ballet troupe from Fa Xiao, who had just become the principal, and asked Meng Zhijin to watch a ballet performance at the Provincial Grand Theater in the city center on the weekend under the excuse of the cool weather.

The journey from school to Provincial Grand Theater is very familiar.

She used to come here often when she was a child. Although she didn't come here very much later, she was familiar with the way when she found the main entrance a quarter of an hour earlier than the agreed time.

Cheng Xi looked around, seeing that there was no one she had invited at the bustling theater entrance, a little disappointed and a little happy.

She found a clean-looking stone pier, sat down casually, took out her mobile phone, and sent a message to Meng Zhijin: [I have arrived at my sister [first.jpg]]

And at this moment, a deep voice came from Cheng Xi's ear: "Miss, do you want to buy ice cream?"

Cheng Xi didn't really like to buy this kind of food that was sold by others, so she planned to politely refuse: "I'm sorry..."

But before she completely refused to raise her head, she froze for a moment.

The sun hung in the sky with some enthusiasm about to sweep away again, drawing a beautiful circle of light on Cheng Xi's raised eyes.

The person holding the vanilla matcha double ice cream is under the light circle. The black peaked cap and black mask cover her whole body tightly, and she can't tell her appearance at all.

But even so, Cheng Xi still recognized the person who came to "sell" and blurted out: "Sister?"

Meng Zhijin seemed to be a little frustrated, and there was obvious regret on her usually expressionless face, which was in great contrast to her usual cold and aloof look: "Oh, I still want to tease you."

Cheng Xi smiled proudly, took the ice cream in Meng Zhijin's hand and greedily took a big bite.

How could she fail to recognize her sister.

There were people coming and going around, and the afternoon sun hadn't diminished its brilliance, so it was a little boring after staying for a long time.

Cheng Xi seemed to have thought of something, and continued: "Is my sister already here? How long has it been?"

"It didn't take long, and the ice cream hadn't melted yet." Meng Zhijin pointed to the half-eaten ice cream that Cheng Xi ate, and then looked down at the time on his watch, "The Provincial Grand Theater needs the audience to enter the venue in advance, and now All right, let's go in."

"Okay." Cheng Xi nodded, but when she stood up, she noticed that Meng Zhijin was holding a cup of fruit tea.

The floating lemon is like a small boat sailing in the sea, and it is constantly washed by the tea as it moves, as if it will be swallowed in the next second.

But no store will give customers a cup of fruit tea that they are not satisfied with.

Meng Zhijin was no better than Cheng Xi, she wouldn't attract attention if she wasn't famous, so she put on her mask again while speaking.

And just when she packed up and was about to walk towards the entrance of the Grand Theater, the arm hanging by her side suddenly sank.

Meng Zhijin was a little surprised, and when she turned her head, she saw Cheng Xi was happy about something, and she took her arm with a smile on her face.

Willful and intimate.

Like a clingy little fox.

The repertoire performed by the Provincial Ballet Troupe today is the classic Swan Lake. The dancers danced and spun along with the music, and the layers of yarn fluctuated with their movements. Great visual treat.

Cheng Xi stared at it intently, and was still unsatisfied until the end. Meng Zhijin even gave her the satchel in her hand: "Let's go?"

"Yeah." Cheng Xi nodded, then as if she suddenly remembered something, she regained her senses and stopped Meng Zhijin from walking towards the exit, "Sister, I'll take you to a good place!"

Meng Zhijin was puzzled, so Cheng Xi dragged her into the deeper interior of the troupe.

The entire corridor is not brightly lit, it is so dark that it seems to envelop the entire body in darkness.

Meng Zhijin didn't like such darkness.

It's just that her wrist is covered with Cheng Xi's palm, which is soft and hot, as if she will never let go of her no matter what time.

I don't know how long they walked, Cheng Xi stopped in front of a door, without knocking on the door, pushed the door open and said: "An Ran!"

The room is brighter than the corridor, and the bright light surrounds the mirror, clearly writing the shock on the face of the person sitting in front taking off makeup.

Although Meng Zhijin didn't recognize this person, she could tell from the gorgeous tutu on her body that this person was the lead dancer of "Swan Lake" just now.

"Xiao Xi!" The surprise on An Ran's face then turned into excitement.

"Congratulations, it's different to be the chief." Cheng Xi said with a smile.

"Don't mention it, I was so nervous before going on stage." An Ran clutched her heart, "This is the first time I've played a leading role in such a big theater."

"So I'm here to cheer you on." Cheng Xi said.

As she spoke, she approached An Ran, looked at the hem of her skirt made of organza, and couldn't help touching it with her hands: "It's so beautiful."

The small room with the door closed was brightly lit, and Cheng Xi's eyes were full of envy.

There is also a little regret and disappointment.

Meng Zhijin knew that Cheng Xi had great regrets about ballet, which she had trained as a lifelong career since she was a child.

But this time, before she could put her hand on Cheng Xi's wrist like in the past, An Ran patted her on the shoulder first: "If we have a chance, let's dance again, just the two of us."

In fact, Cheng Xi is not the same as before, unable to let go.

She just suddenly became emotional, and after comforting her, she fell back again.

Even though Cheng Xi had no hope of being able to dance again in the future, she still nodded to An Ran: "Okay."

Seeing that her friend's mood improved, An Ran asked again on purpose: "But, having said that, you said you came to cheer me on, why didn't you even see you give me a bouquet of flowers? Did you bring a new friend?"

Cheng Xi's eyes widened even more when she heard this.

She retreated to Meng Zhijin's side like this, and whispered to An Ran in a half-showy and half-cautious way: "This is Meng Zhijin, my sister."

"!" Knowing that the lounge in the Grand Theater is not soundproof, An Ran tried her best to restrain her urge to scream, her eyes wide open, "Mr. Meng! Are you really Mr. Meng? I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to Just kidding you."

"I, I, I like you so much! That..." An Ran spoke incoherently, flipping through her somewhat messy desktop, and finally pulled out a notebook, "You, can you sign me?"

"Okay." Meng Zhijin nodded, her voice was no different from the coldness in the TV interview.

"I'm so happy today." An Ran held the autograph she just got, and was very excited, "This is simply the best thing I have received in my life. I will definitely buy a picture frame when I go back, and frame it!"

Cheng Xi was a little dissatisfied when she heard it: "I never saw you cherish my signature so much."

"Oh, it's different." An Ran waved her hand at Cheng Xi, and looked at the three monotonous words on the notebook without getting bored, "Teacher Meng's signature is really hard to change."

As she said that, An Ran seemed to have thought of something, she put her arms around Cheng Xi's shoulders, and encouraged: "Although this is the case, Xiao Xi, you have to fight hard. When will you be like Teacher Meng, who has taken a lot of photos?" After that, I can resign and take the name you signed for me in the past to be a second-hand trafficker!"

"Go to you." Cheng Xi gave An Ran an angry look as she spoke.

The not-so-large single-person lounge was filled with the interaction between the two of them, and the light was a little intimate on the two of them.

Meng Zhijin just stood aside and watched, as if there was something stuck in her heart, which couldn't go up or down.

The hand that just wanted to comfort but failed was hanging on her skirt.

This is the first time Meng Zhijin realizes that there are some things she cannot give to Cheng Xi.

She doesn't like it.

The claustrophobic and cramped room seemed to be choked with air, which made Meng Zhijin, who was standing alone at the side, feel a little out of breath.

"Dangdang."

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

A girl who looked like a staff member pushed open the door: "An Ran, the team leader is looking for you."

"Okay." An Ran was very polite, "Thank you, Xiaochun."

Seeing this, Cheng Xi said, "Then we're leaving, you should change your clothes quickly."

An Ran nodded, "When I'm free, I'll find you for dinner."

Then, he said to Meng Zhijin beside him, "Goodbye, Teacher Meng."

The somewhat old door creaked twice when it was pushed and closed, and Cheng Xi led Meng Zhijin out of Anran's lounge.

Cheng Xi was in a better mood than when she came here. She put her hands behind her back, showing off a little proudly: "Sister, do you think that I actually have a little connection?"

It's just that after Cheng Xi finished speaking, she didn't get an answer from Meng Zhijin.

She was a little puzzled, and turned her head to look at Meng Zhijin.

The corridor is dimly lit, but Cheng Xi can still tell that Meng Zhijin's face is a bit unhappy: "Sister, what's wrong with you?"

"No, it's all right." Meng Zhijin paused for a moment before suddenly regaining consciousness.

Cheng Xi, on the other hand, took Meng Zhijin's hand and was startled by a burst of wetness: "Why are your palms sweaty?"

"It's nothing, it's just that the corridor where we came out was a bit too hot." Meng Zhijin pretended nothing happened, trying to pull out her hand without any trace.

It's a pity that Cheng is willing.

She stopped abruptly.

Before Meng Zhijin could react, the distance between herself and Cheng Xi quickly narrowed.

Under the dim light, she could clearly see Cheng Xi staring at her pupils, with an invisible distance between her eyelashes.

The distance is too close, and the corridors are deserted.

The warmth exhaled from the nose was particularly obvious in the cool temperature around, and penetrated into Meng Zhijin's skin little by little, wrapped around her heart, and really accelerated her panic as she said.

The surroundings were quiet, Cheng Xi looked at Meng Zhijin seriously.

Could she still know how much cooler this place is than outside?

The saying that a long illness makes a doctor is not false at all. In the past, Cheng Xi would always touch the old man's book to read when he was undergoing acupuncture treatment.

"You can't lift your eyes, your eyes are dark blue, your lips are white, it's typical palpitations and night sweats." Cheng Xi judged.

Her older sister is only 26, it is impossible for her to suffer from geriatric diseases, and she has just drank fruit tea to supplement her sugar, so she will not be suffering from hypoglycemia...

Cheng Xi deduced in her heart, raised her head and asked, "Sister, do you...have claustrophobia?"

The mask and peaked cap hid Meng Zhijin's face in the darkness, but they couldn't conceal the surprise in her eyes.

Cheng Xi was the first person to see through her own observation that she had claustrophobia.

The unexplainable feeling slowly washed away the discomfort stuffed in Meng Zhijin's heart.

She admitted it with a "high" sound, and hooked Cheng Xi's finger on her arm with her backhand, and said, "Child, so you have to remember, you can't leave me alone in the future."

Meng Zhijin's eyes were calm, as if she had handed herself over to the other party.

Cheng Xi looked at it and nodded seriously: "Well, don't worry."

Cheng Xi said, her eyes were more serious than ever, and there was a little guilt.

In fact, she should have found out earlier, she shouldn't have forgotten her sister after chatting with An Ran, it really shouldn't be.

The fingers rolled, and the fingers of the two quietly clasped together.

Cheng Xi looked at the darkness in the front and back, and moved closer to Meng Zhijin: "Then I will apologize and give my sister some compensation."

"What?" Meng Zhijin asked, for some reason, she seemed to see Cheng Xi's slightly raised eyes in the dimness.

Rao was young at the time and didn't understand anything, and didn't take that much into account.

As Cheng Xi spoke, she took a step forward and kissed her unscrupulously.