Cheng didn't say anything to stay, his feet waited for a while, and his feet didn't wait for the woman's stay, so he had to step forward. Those few steps were not far or close, but Liu Nian seemed to have walked as long as a lifetime, he felt that he had stepped on every foot behind him, she was obviously behind him, and then he always made Liu Nian feel that the woman's shadow, soul, essence or spirit had floated to him.

At that time, he completely forgot about it, thinking that he and Liunian's mother seemed to have fallen in love like this back then, and he also had the same fascination with another woman, so their son was named Liunian. Because the woman said, read the year, read the year. Remember you and him, you two are my life.

Now the life of the man named Nian has gone to another woman. But the man was lying on the bunk and still saying to himself, it's okay, it's okay, he can control himself, there's nothing he can't control. There have been so many good stories about talented and beautiful people throughout the ages, and he is very sure that he can do it.

The wind rises, the night comes, the long clouds are dim, and the stars and moon are boundless. Liu Nian raised his head and saw himself not far away, he was still a graceful man at that time, he was young and in a high position, there were always people around him, praising him, plus he really had so much talent, fate was used to him too much, so there was a flying encounter later, he once thought it was the icing on the cake of his boring life, but he didn't want to end up with his career and a stable life.

The incident happened, he still remembered the embarrassment of the year, he slept with a woman, and was caught by Cheng Zhuqing's man, that was actually their first time, he had not moved his mind before, and he was not without desire for Cheng Zhuqing, but she always looked like she was rejecting people thousands of miles away, and she didn't dare to act rashly with her thoughts, and the only time they were together was Cheng Zhuqing's initiative.

Cheng Zhuqing asked him, do you like me?

Liunian was stunned all of a sudden, stunned on the spot, his mouth was dumb, he had words, but like a bone choked in his throat, he couldn't swallow or spit it out, he began to sweat on his forehead, his face began to redden, he had the heart to refuse, but his mouth didn't listen to his heart, or his mouth really understood his heart, and his mouth refused to betray his heart.

So the two lips were closed tightly, refusing to give an answer.

Cheng Zhuqing looked at him, smiled, stretched out his hand, and gently wiped the sweat on his forehead, his head slammed, something collapsed in his heart, he heard the sound of them collapsing, the voice was so desperate but so beautiful, he couldn't help himself.

Liu Nian grabbed her wrist, and there was a diffuse, heavy, thick-textured breathing sound in the air, but he couldn't tell if it was coming from him or her.

Everyone's okay.

He didn't care, he heard his heart pounding the drum too, and he was just a horn away, or no, he didn't need the horn anymore. Cheng Zhuqing still has that faint smell on his body, and the taste can't tell what it looks more like, flowers, or grass, or the sky, or it's clouds, clouds, floating, swinging, and being torn and pulled by the wind......

Cheng Zhuqing turned his head, smiled, looked at him, and then asked him.

Do you really like me?

Liunian still didn't speak, he didn't know how to answer.

It's true, but this liking is too abrupt, he and she are actually not worthy of talking about what they like with anyone other than their partner, at least he has it, she also has it, it is so long, they hold on to something, or everyone wants to do this, but everyone is trying to delay the day as much as possible. Every day is an expectation, and every day is a torment.

Is there more expectation or more suffering?

I don't know.

I don't know.

He doesn't know.

Cheng Zhuqing's pointed chin lowered, and her shadow was reflected on the opposite wall, and Liu Nian sensitively found that she seemed to be less clear than a few days ago. What's wrong with her? Did something go wrong? Or did ---- miss him?

"You," he said, his voice a little hoarse, the room so quiet, as if it was to bring out the hoarseness of his voice, "it seems to be thin, what's wrong?"

He asked.

He asks her what's wrong, and he wants to know the answer.

He didn't know if he was a scumbag, there was no such word at the time, he had a habit of dissecting his own heart, however, he could dissect that fist-sized object to the head of the way, but in the end there was nothing he could do about it. Whoever you want to pretend to be will be pretended, and whoever you want to forget will be forgotten.

It's not him who is unkind, it's his heart. It was that heart that led him to a detour.

He held her hand, her skin, the best silk in Suzhou and Hangzhou, the best silk and her skin, how old was she that year, she shouldn't be young, but he never cared about that.

Cheng Zhuqing raised his head to look at him again, but Liu Nian saw that the eyes in the woman's eyes were like a spring, and like a pond, he couldn't guess whether she had a grievance to cry about, or suffered something wronged, otherwise she was moved. Liu Nian guessed that she had also traveled thousands of mountains and rivers in her heart, and only in the end did she have to compromise with herself.

No, he told himself that he should reject her. His heart has told himself ten thousand times, but no one listens to it, he is not well-behaved, he has never been a deviant person, never, it does not mean that he is now, it does not mean that he will not be in the future, but it was not before.

Why wasn't it in the past?

No one had ever had such great power to stir his heart so fervently and incorrigibly.

Cheng Zhuqing stretched out two teeth, and gently bit his lower lip with those two shell-like teeth, Liu Nian watched the teeth bite into the woman's lower lip, and watched them part, and then heard her voice, just like heaven.

"Teacher Liu. ”

She still calls him that.

"I've heard that if a man really loves a woman, he can give it to others. If you really love me, I love you too. ”

What does this mean? What does it mean that if you really love me, then I really love you too?

Her words were too clueless, but he didn't want to delve into them, and it was always hard to guess what a woman was thinking. And he himself knows that his little Jiujiu is true. He was sure and sure. It's true. It's really true. It's true.

He tried to reassure her in a loud voice, but he opened his mouth, but he couldn't make any sound. But his eyes told her the answer.

"Don't you regret it?" Cheng Zhuqing asked seriously.

Liunian smiled, and wanted to ask her the same question, don't you regret it?

Cheng Zhuqing seemed to hear the voice in his heart, yes, this is the feeling, this is the feeling, it is this point that makes him unable to extricate himself, she can hear his own voice, even if he does not speak. But the one in the family was always asking, what do you mean, what do you mean by that, what do you mean by doing this? You didn't treat me as well as you used to.

He was so tired of it, and he felt that his wife had changed a long time ago, and it didn't matter when he started to change, and it didn't seem to matter if he could endure it all the time. The important thing is ----- she is in front of his eyes, in his heart, more and more of a sense of existence, her facial features, her outline, everything she has, began to blur and fade in his eyes, like the farthest mountain and the farthest water in those landscape paintings, looking like there is, and like nothing, you can't tell whether it is there or not.

The wife may have sensed the change, and asked the questions more and more diligently.

"Don't you like me anymore?"

"Is there someone out there? Don't lie to me, I can feel it. ”

"I'm not being vexatious, what do you mean by saying this today?"

......

Yes, when Liu Nian thought of his wife, he felt his heart tighten and loosen again. He found himself struggling to remember what the woman had become, her eyebrows, her eyes, her mouth, her waist, and it seemed like they hadn't slept in the same bed in a long time.

Once he got up at night, he wanted to go back to the bedroom to sleep, he pushed open the door, and found that his wife had not drawn the curtains when she was sleeping, and the moonlight spilled in through the window, shining on his wife, her face was still blurry, like a blank paper, and like a fog, the sun came out, and the fog naturally dispersed, who is the sun?

Nian walked towards his wife in the middle of the night.

Who is the Sun?

Cheng Zhuqing?

He didn't know.

Finally walked to the bed, stood for a while, and heard her slight cry. People say that a woman snores when she reaches a certain age, she has already started snoring, how old is she this year? She is a little confused, this is his wife? Why did he like her so much that he married her?

He suddenly felt that the woman in front of him was strange to him, and he even wanted to break off his voice at this time.

"Who is it? Who got into my lover's body and made her what she is now?"

He really wanted to ask, and it took him a lot of effort to calm his urge to ask.

Years later, Liunian could always think of the situation that night, and when he thought of it, he began to blame himself. He finally realized that he was nothing more than a little unfortunate thing. He is shallow, shameless and selfish, and he actually has a lot to do with his wife's becoming like that, he dances and writes all day long, or goes out with some vassal and elegant people to drink for the moon, children, families, parents on both sides, he has full authority to leave her alone. Over time, she became like this.

She sacrificed herself to fulfill him. Then, he began to dislike her.

Liu Nian thought of the disappointment she had with peace of mind back then, her wife was a smart person, in fact, she may have found out a long time ago, it may be for the family, it may be for him, it may be for the children, so she has been holding back. But she also reminded him in another way, such as those questions: Liunian, look, where am I different today?