The tip of his nose rubbed against Ye Zhenzhen's face intentionally or unintentionally, and his breath was also ambiguous.
Ye Zhenzhen's heart was swayed by the breath, and her breathing was obviously messed up.
He held her hand, and their fingers fit together tightly.
His eyes were filled with profound warmth, and he looked above her affectionately, watching her quietly.
Ye Zhenzhen's breath was slightly out of breath, and the blood in her body began to boil again, feeling inexplicably hot and uneasy.
She unconsciously clenched her intertwined fingers, and there was a slight coolness coming from the roots of the index and middle fingers of her left hand, and it was a little bit tingling.
The coolness made her gurgling and bubbling blood feel weak. For a moment, those bubbles gradually became smaller, then became lukewarm until they cooled down.
Somehow, she suddenly became dazed.
Ye Zhenzhen avoided Wen Baijing's hot kiss, turned her face, and lowered her eyelashes.
"What's wrong..."
Wen Baijing whispered in her ear and asked. His hot breath spread on her cheeks and neck.
Ye Zhenzhen shook her head, her eyes filled with mist.
"Are you too tired?"
Wen Baijing noticed something strange about her and stopped further movements.
Wen Baijing just came back from the hospital the day before, so Wen Baijing didn't want to torment her too much, so he sat up and helped her up.
The two sat on the sofa side by side, and he put his arm around her thin shoulders.
Leaning on his shoulder, she buried her head in the crook of his neck. Unspeakable emotions, like the tide of the Qiantang River, flooded my heart.
He put his arms around Wen Baijing's waist, like a coquettish and clingy cat.
Wen Baijing raised his hand and stroked her hair, the warmth in his eyes not diminishing.
The TV channels keep switching and I can’t find the program I like.
"Why don't we read a book!"
Sitting there was too boring. Thinking of the whole wall of books in the study, Ye Zhenzhen sat up straight and tilted her head to look at him. , suggested softly.
The two walked to the study hand in hand, Ye Zhenzhen's body pressed against his body as if there were no bones in it.
"Choose for yourself!"
Facing a cabinet of books, Ye Zhenzhen felt a little dizzy. There are hundreds of schools of thought, famous works at home and abroad...
< p> Ye Zhenzhen was dazzled by it, and finally chose the familiar "Steppenwolf"."What are you reading?" She held the selected book and tilted her head to look at Wen Baijing.
He shook the book in his hand - "Zhuangzi".
That's it...
She couldn't help but shudder. She couldn't understand such an obscure book.
Through the west window, the setting sun fills the courtyard.
Standing on the balcony, looking downLooking at the Phoenix Lake not far away, the setting sun leaps over the lake, and the autumn wind ripples the lake surface with sparkling waves.
The two sat on the deck chairs on the balcony, reading quietly.
Ye Zhenzhen opened the book and was dumbfounded.
I can’t understand the original version. She covered her face in shame, so embarrassing!
He glanced at Wen Baijing, who was reading intently. He was shrouded in the gentle sunlight, and his outline looked much softer than usual.
Wen Baijing was leaning on the chair very comfortably, with his slender legs folded together casually, showing laziness and leisure. Under the sun, his profile and carefully carved face looked even more perfect.
Ye Zhenzhen looked a little fascinated and her thoughts were racing.
Sensing her gaze, Wen Baijing turned his head and looked at her dazed look.
Wen Baijing raised his hand and waved it in front of her eyes, "Why don't you read a book carefully, huh?"
"Hmm..."
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She blinked and changed the subject tactfully, "Is the book you are reading Zhuangzi's Dream about Butterflies by Zhuang Shengxiao?"
Wen Bai nodded, "Yes. The Past One" Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly, and he was like a butterfly. If he didn't know the Zhou Dynasty, he would suddenly feel like a butterfly..."
"Then you think it is Zhuang Zhou who is dreaming. Turned into a butterfly in the dream, or did the butterfly turn into Zhuang Zhou in the dream?" Ye Zhenzhen was puzzled and couldn't help but ask.
Wen Baijing threw the question back to her: "What do you think?"
"Whether Zhuang Zhou dreams of a butterfly or a butterfly dreams of Zhuang Zhou, it's all the same. The point is not to distinguish between dreams and reality. . Just like now, we think that we are living in reality at this moment, maybe this is all a dream. The past does not exist, the future does not exist, maybe only the present is real!" Ye Zhenzhen doesn't know either! Whatever nonsense you are talking about, just say whatever you want.
Wen Baijing raised his hand to tickle the bridge of her nose, and said with a slight smile: "Perhaps, it can be understood this way."
Then, he asked: "Why didn't you take the book? "See?"
Feeling a little ashamed, she lowered her head and raised her hands to cover her eyes, "I can't understand..."
Wen Baijing pursed her lips and said nothing. Ridiculing, with a bit of tolerance, "There is a translated version, I will get it for you."
"You tell me where it is, and I will get it myself." Ye Zhenzhen stood up quickly, her face slightly flushed. red.
"Well, it's on the second to last floor in the lower right corner of the bookshelf, can you find it?"
"Well, just relax and read! I can find it."
< p> Ye Zhenzhen was wearing a long white dress. She was holding a book and swaying her skirt as she walked out of the bedroom balcony and turned towards the study.Fortunately, there is a Chinese version. If I study harder, I won’t be so embarrassed today.
She felt guiltyWith shame, came to the study.
Well, lower right corner, second floor...
Finally found it! She sighed deeply, took out the Chinese version of the book, held it in her arms and hurried out.
The long white skirt swayed with her steps, and the skirt swept across the desk.
She felt as if she was being pulled by something, and her steps stopped. She turned her face sideways, looked down, and found that the hem of her skirt had accidentally caught on the handle of the desk drawer.
She bent down and carefully took off the skirt from the handle, for fear of tearing the skirt.
Ye Zhenzhen pushed the loose hair behind her ears. The hem of the skirt was a little tight, and it took a lot of effort for her to take it off, and gently stroked the wrinkled corners of the skirt, trying to restore it to its original shape.
She took out a tissue on the desk and wiped the sweat from her forehead.
When she was about to leave, she found that the drawer was half open. She raised her hand to close the drawer.
Out of the corner of my eye I accidentally caught a glimpse of a photo frame.
Ye Zhenzhen suddenly shivered, her hands paused, her heart suddenly began to beat wildly, and thin beads of sweat formed on her forehead.
The girl in the photo has an eerie appearance. She is wearing a white dress and has long hair shawl. She has the typical gentle appearance of a Jiangnan woman.
In the drawer, there is also a dark green velvet ring box.
She did not have the courage to open the drawer and check. In the half-open drawer, she accidentally saw everything that should be seen and should not be seen.
She knew what was in the ring box without even thinking about it.
Out of basic upbringing, she closed the drawer and could not and did not dare to explore the truth.
My heart is filled with boredom. The river was clogged with silt, and there was no time to clean it, so it was stuck in the chest.
They are different, yes, they look different. Ye Zhenzhen is not a substitute, no! Maybe it's just that they all like to wear white dresses and have long hair shawl. There are a lot of girls dressed up in this way.
Ye Zhenzhen walked out of the study slowly, her steps suddenly a little heavy.
"Found it?"
Wen Baijing raised his eyes, and the rays of the setting sun were reflected in his pupils. For a moment, the clouds were eclipsed.
Only his eyes are gorgeous and charming.
"Yes, I found it."
Ye Zhenzhen smiled, sat on the chair, half-lyed down, and opened "Steppenwolf".
Her eyes stayed on a passage:
"In ordinary days, neither pain nor joy dared to shout loudly. Everyone whispered and stood on tiptoe. Walking on tiptoes ”