After taking a shower, Pei Zhi sat on the bed with her legs bent and checked her knees. Fortunately, she was just a red piece and did not break her skin.

Even my ankle still hurts, but I still feel dizzy after turning.

She almost carried one leg of the golden rooster and washed herself before rolling back to the bed.

There is no regular pharmacy in the village, but every household seems to be very good at dealing with these minor injuries. She is now applying the herbs provided by the aunt to make fun of her.

As soon as I get lost, my mind will be filled with the words Xie Xing said to her - 360-degree stereo sounds around my mind.

Especially when he called out "Sister", it seemed like it was really taboo.

It makes people blush and think about something without it.

She stretched her arms and lay flat on the bed, carefully savoring what had happened in the past two days.

The more I think about it, the more I feel that my brain is unreasonable.

The fact that I spent the night with my ex-boyfriend was sober and had a little thought to the side was not necessarily forced by the situation. At worst, I could stay in other farmyards.

The heavy rain that brought about spring thunder might be just a cover.

Because after experiencing the lively and vigorous old love, she felt lost. She loved and hated, but after more than 700 days of peace, she still couldn't fall in love with others and couldn't put more in her heart.

A perfect rain, a reasonable reason, is to indulge yourself.

Not only indulging, she seemed to feel something was about to break through her heart.

After entering the mountain, the remaining reason has long been as thin as a cicada's wings, and it is almost impossible to restrain itself. It seems that she is trying to motivate her, put aside the messy things in the mausoleum city, want to test more, want to control more, and want to get more.

Because of her irritability, she turned over and lay on the bed, touching her phone to divert her attention.

This is surrounded by mountains, and when the signal comes, it depends entirely on fate.

She opened various social software and experienced countless circles and no one talked about it. She could only search for things that did not require internet connection on her mobile phone.

There is only one special boring fun that will only be opened when it is boring to a certain extent.

When I was not connected to the Internet, I couldn’t receive the hearts I gave from others, so just five were enough for her to consume. I didn’t play for a long time and soon got stuck in this level.

Her fingers were aimlessly scratching the screen. While she complained about why casual games were so crazy, she remembered that she always kissed him and helped him pass the level when she couldn't pass it.

Passing the test is also a pretext, mainly because I want to kiss him.

Thinking of this, she felt like she was enlightened and immediately realized: it turned out that she had always been so awkward.

It's so awkward.

Pei Zhi buried her face in the quilt, screamed in depression, turned over and sat up, and her eyes fell accurately on the door lock.

I'm afraid he will come.

I'm afraid he won't come.

***

The sun clears, and the stars are shining at night.

It is a night sky that is hard to see where thousands of lights are lit.

Pei Zhi has been in South Africa for two years and has seen many beautiful scenery. At this time, she just lay on the window ridge and looked quietly with her chin on her tip.

His eyes fell on the blue sky, and all he heard was the movements in the corridor outside the door.

The moon is as bright as water, and the night in Qishan is particularly quiet.

She listened to the sound of footsteps coming from the other end of the corridor, staying in the middle for a while, and finally lost movement by her door.

In those quiet seconds, the heart knocked on the chest one after another, and the frequency became faster and faster. The consciousness was about to follow the heart to jump out of the throat, jump out to the door, jumped into the corridor, jumped out to take a look at the boy who didn't know what he was doing and insisted on talking about the love.

He didn't knock on the door, as if he was judging whether the people in the room were sleeping.

At such a short moment, Pei Zhi felt her brain hot, and she kicked her brain step by step on the iron stool.

The stool moved a few centimeters away from its original position, making a harsh noise.

Then, a knock on the door sounded.

My heart seemed to fall back to its original place in this second, and then jumped around again.

The person who kicked the chair just now seemed not as if she was herself. She sat up straight in shock, then slowly got up and walked to the door.

Yawned: "Who?"

After a moment of silence outside the door, he replied lazily: "The male vixen from the mountains."

The door was actually not locked, Pei Zhi pretended to turn around twice before turning back. When the two met, she restrained herself and blinked as if she was not caring.

He asked again: "What are you doing? You're going to sleep."

He half-hung his head, with one lip raised, he looked like a male vixen who was seducing people.

"Talk for a while, or you can have an affair."

Pei Zhi automatically ignored the second half and nodded to get out of half the distance: "Then let's talk."

It was much smoother than Xie Xing had originally thought. He thought the other party didn't want to talk to him about the past, present and future.

There was only a small retro table lamp on the wooden table lit up in the room. The orange and yellow light was sprinkled on the wooden table through the glass cover, like a layer of soft light filter was added.

No wonder there is no light under the crack in the door.

If it weren't for the noise of moving the chair, I would have thought she was asleep.

Perhaps because he thought the light in the house was too dark, Pei Zhi turned around and went into the house and opened the incandescent lamp at the bedside.

The lamp only has one switch at the head of the bed, and there are two suitcases piled up in the corridor beside the bed. She felt it was troublesome when she was alone and almost never turned on. Only the one on the table.

At this moment, I was half kneeling at the end of the bed, long enough to press the switch, and my knees that were knocking when I went down the mountain also hurt slightly.

As the movement stretched, the edge of the nightgown was pulled up a large part, revealing the well-proportioned big legs.

Before she could reach it, she was carried back by a force behind her back. Her back was tightly pressed against the man's chest, and she felt restless and enthusiastic.

His breath fell on the back of his neck: "Don't let it go, just talk a few words."

It seemed that the whirlpool suddenly rolled up in her heart, and she rolled all her feelings of resistance into it, and she became ups and downs and downs.

After a long time, I realized that this posture was too ambiguous.

He pushed him away in panic and a little attached, turned around and sat firmly: "...then chat."

It’s midnight, you can’t just come over and talk nonsense.

Once the chat reaches the level of heart-to-heart talk, it becomes difficult to start.

Xie Xing pulled out the iron stool and sat down, his long legs bent slightly. He put his wrists on his knees casually, and he seemed to feel that the atmosphere was too dull at this moment.

He laughed and his eyes fell on her lap.

"Does your knee still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." She pointed to her ankle, "better than there."

After applying the herbs, it slightly swelled. I didn't pay much attention to it at first, but now I smelled it again, as if even the air was filled with a faint fragrance of medicine.

He lowered his eyes and spoke again, and said softly: "Did it hurt before?"

Pei Zhi was stunned for a moment, slowly understanding the "before" in his words. All kinds of complex and indescribable emotions suddenly surged.

She seemed to realize that he was talking about a rainy night before breaking up.

That rainy night when he unreasonably tied her to himself.

The tie was so tight that it left a circle of terrifying bruises on her hands. Not only her, but also on his hands.

It was obviously two years ago, and it was impossible to see anything again. Pei Zhi still subconsciously looked at his hands.

The sleeves were rolled down below the elbow.

It blocked the scalding scars like the little sun, and covered the ugly cuts of the winding and ugly knife wounds.

She felt that she lost her voice for a moment and slowly recovered from her chaotic heartbeat.

"That's how long, I forgot."

She pursed her lower lip, which was different from the shock and panic he deliberately pretended to have before he came.

This time I was really nervous.

I thought I would still tremble when I was deliberately mentioned.

She lowered her head and rubbed her cold fingertips, pulled the edge of her skirt, and tilted her head and coughed a few times in between.

Those frizzy little movements are emotional outflows every frame.

Xie Xing stopped talking, and suddenly got up and sat on the edge of the bed side by side with her. He leaned his palm behind her, leaned over and pressed his upper body with her, and gently walked along her back.

He whispered: "Sorry."

There are not a hundred words or a thousand words after the reunion, but this apologies seem to have crossed the long river of time, and from the moment of breaking up, he finally found the home and fell into his heart steadily.

He is not unlucky.

The force falling behind is as soft as moonlight.

Pei Zhi rarely pushed her away, buried her face in his shoulder, and muttered her head.

After a long time, I seemed to hear her sniffing gently in the quiet night and said, "I'm sorry, too."

It’s not because the moonlight is so beautiful that it is fascinating, nor because the night is covered, but just because it just feels that I want to reconcile with each other and myself.

If you want to like it, you like it, if you want to hate it, you hate it.

Want to cry, laugh, want to scream.

Want to just listen to yourself.

The author has something to say: wuwuwuwu finally! It’s finally laid the foundation until it’s time to enter the next stage!!

Zhineng can perform CP, please give it to my mother!!! (Who got it for me? What's going on with this kind of sweet and sweet feeling?

Second update√
Chapter completed!