The wind of autumn night, carrying a bit of coolness, wanders through the six streets and three streets of Yuncheng.
In the community, there are tall and straight French plane trees planted, and the cold moonlight illuminates the surrounding area brightly. The street lamp always stands beside the sycamore tree, extinguishing the light of the toad like water.
Stepping on the thousands of overlapping dead leaves on the ground, stepping on the lonely autumn frost.
"Zhen Zhen, are you tired?"
Seeing that her mood was waning, Wen Baijing put his arm around her shoulders and lowered his head to ask.
She shook her head absentmindedly, with countless thoughts in her mind.
Wen Baijing's body temperature was on his shoulders, fighting against the coldness of the autumn night.
Ye Zhenzhen held his left hand tightly, raised her eyes to look at him, stood on tiptoes, and kissed his cheek.
Wen Baijing hugged her into his arms and said in a gentle voice:
"Let's go back!"
She hugged him tightly Waist, unwilling to let go.
The withered yellow sycamore leaves are flying in the air, stained with dew and moisture.
A leaf fell on her hair, like a flying leaf butterfly.
Back home, Ye Zhenzhen stood on the balcony, the wind blowing her skirt and her black hair flying.
Under the warm light, a hazy halo quietly clung to her body, soft and mixed with coolness.
Wen Baijing came to her side with a gentle voice, "It's windy outside, go in!"
She turned her face sideways and saw Wen Baijing's concerned expression.
Wen Baijing's eyes were full of meaning, and the wind wrapped his hair and swept over his face.
He ran his fingers through Ye Zhenzhen's black hair, lifted her head and kissed her tenderly.
The cold wind swept over her, and Ye Zhenzhen unconsciously shrank into his arms.
His kiss seduced her, and a numbing electric current coursed through her body.
Wen Baijing was between her legs. She was a little unsteady and kept retreating. He followed step by step, forcing her to retreat to the bed and fall into the soft bed.
His hands pinched the soft flesh of her waist, and the cold metal scratched the skin.
The dark green jewelry box suddenly flashed in her mind.
Wen Baijing noticed her absence and bit her fair shoulder with a hint of punishment. The light red tooth marks were clearly imprinted on her shoulder.
He pulled her back into the intimate vortex, not allowing her to have any distracting thoughts for a moment.
The moment his senses were thrown into the clouds, the dark green jewelry box was also left behind.
"I...will go back to live soon."
Ye Zhenzhen thought hard for a while, and finally spoke slowly, trying to take advantage of his softness to blow on the pillow. wind.
As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Baijing's voice was a little hoarse.
"Why?"
Ye Zhenzhen's cheeks were reddish and her breath was a little breathless, "Ye Mao will visit me from time to time. When the time comes..."
This is not really an excuse. Ye Mao does visit her from time to time, recently. Because Ye Mao was busy during the National Day, she stayed up all night and was not discovered.
Wen Baijing lowered his eyes and raised her chin, "So?"
Ye Zhenzhen bit her soft lips, her chest rising and falling.
He was rare and gentle in bed, and quickly switched back to his previous appearance.
"Am I so shameless?" He breathed heavily, burying himself in the crook of her neck.
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The ambiguity in the air was swept away, and the oxygen gradually became thinner.
Ye Zhenzhen’s worries are not unreasonable. If they break up one day, they will be laughed at by others. Getting dumped after climbing a high tree is a gossip that the public likes to hear.
What's more, there is someone living in Wen Baijing's heart. By the ring on the middle finger of his right hand, and the girl in the photo. Putting these together, Ye Zhenzhen could probably piece together his unforgettable meaning.
Knowing that there would be no results, she could indulge herself in her feelings, but she did not have the courage to share them openly and honestly with others.
Maybe one day Wen Wen and Bai Jing will get tired of it, maybe it will be tomorrow.
"I didn't mean that..." Ye Zhenzhen replied weakly.
His warm palms caressed her face, and the metallic touch was mixed in, making the coolness even more prominent.
He was soberer than her, and he was confident that he could see through her. This answer obviously failed to convince him. Wen Baijing's cold voice came to him, "Why?"
Ye Zhen Zhen was stunned for a while and did not react immediately.
"My brother..."
"Why don't you tell me the truth? Can't you let your family know when you are in love?" Wen Baijing lowered his eyes and clamped her hand. face, "Do you have someone else in your heart?"
He still looked at her calmly, but his tone was so calm that it scared Ye Zhenzhen. Under the calm situation, a storm was brewing. restlessness.
"I didn't..."
Ye Zhenzhen suddenly didn't want to explain, just let him!
"So you made this lame excuse, right?" His hand was a little harder, "It's him, right?"
How could he be so calm and beat him up? Yes, Ye Zhenzhen couldn't figure it out.
"Humph..." She smiled helplessly, with a bit of self-deprecation, and a hint of disappointment flashed in her eyes.
"Am I really not as good as him in your heart?" Wen Baijing looked at her condescendingly. His expression was not chaotic, but his breath was a little unsteady.
Ye Zhenzhen closed her eyes, and after a while, she said softly: "Your ring hurts me."
He was deeply touched.A look of panic flashed through his bottomless eyes. He also loosened his hand, and the questioning from the previous second instantly made him feel guilty.
He was like a defeated warrior, with his eyebrows lowered and his ears drooped. He had no fighting spirit and avoided the crowd in disgrace.
At night, when Wen Baijing lay quietly beside her, she truly understood the endless sadness contained in the word "same bed, different dream". The whole night, she stared with no sleepiness. Every time she closed her eyes, she would wake up in a trance not long after.
He hugged her tightly, but she couldn't feel the slightest warmth or comfort. The sense of distance that is so close yet so far away is so helpless and sad.
Sometimes it is easier to be happy if you live a confused life. If you are too sober, you will often compare yourself to others.
It would be fine if you didn’t go to the study room or look for books.
She thought about it all night, tossing and turning, and couldn't sleep at night.
Ye Zhenzhen understood that Wen Baijing knew what she meant, but he didn't say a word and didn't bother to explain to her. This is the saddest thing.
"Zhen Zhen, can you give me some time?"
The night was eerily quiet, and Wen Baijing's voice echoed in the empty room, with a despairing echo.
Ye Zhenzhen could hear the reluctance and inability to let go in his voice.
"I don't understand what you mean?" Her voice was as ethereal as a distant mountain.
She became a villain for no reason, cruelly forcing him to cut out his bones and heart, forcing him to abandon the cinnabar mole and white moonlight.
But she never thought that way. She just thought that when they were together, they were sincere.
She doesn’t want to be anyone’s shadow or substitute, never!
Wen Baijing held her tightly in his arms, his choking voice breaking to the ground.
"Zhen Zhen, believe me, okay?"