"Good show?" Zhao Yijing smiled faintly, "I thought it was just to pay the bill, and there was a drama to watch?" This was like a joke, and everyone relaxed. Xiao Bin didn't know what to say to Zhao Yijing, he just looked at me and pursed his lips and smiled. I couldn't help but laugh at him.

After eating, everyone coaxed to sing again, and before my smoky voice squeaked twice, I was bombarded by Zhong Ping and Xu Yun, and my head was a little dizzy, so I said hello to Xiao Bin and left first. As soon as I walked out of the road at the door, Zhao Yijing's car stopped at my feet, and his voice was rare and brisk: "Get in the car, drunk." ”

I grinned at him and unceremoniously got into the car. Seeing that the corners of his mouth kept rising, I asked with the strength of wine, "What are you laughing at?" and he actually laughed: "Your singing is really not ordinary. ”

It was so faceless, I turned my head to look out the window angrily, and suddenly saw the water next to me, the lights were swaying, and I couldn't help shouting: "Qinhuai River? Is that Qinhuai River?"

Zhao Yijing nodded, the car picked its head, turned back to the river and stopped, I couldn't wait to run out of the car, this is the legendary oars and lights and shadows of the Qinhuai River, the water is rippling, and the flow is surging. Looking at the tourists coming and going, the painting boats on the river, I froze.

Looking back at Zhao Yijing standing behind me, I couldn't help but grab his arm: "Shall we go on a boat?" After speaking, looking at the crowded tourists around me, I was a little worried that people like him would not deign to go to an ordinary boat with me.

"Good. His narrow eyebrows were full of smiles. I sat on a large painting boat, decorated with colorful lanterns, exquisitely reflecting the water. The painting boat passed through the Yinyue Bridge, Ershui Bridge, Taoye Ferry, Zhuque Bridge, and Wuding Bridge, and it was full of "a little light illuminating the waves, and the hookah was sparse and the moon was bright." Artistic conception.

Jinling of the Six Dynasties, I'm afraid it's condensed here. There was a soft singing voice faintly: "A city on the bank of the Qinhuai River, the sound of singing on the bank, the swallow in front of the hall in Wuyi Lane, the deep spring, a section of Suzhou embroidered palace brocade, a curtain of rain, I am the person in the story-" The melodious song embeds the lyrics into my heart so meticulously.

Looking at Zhao Yijing opposite, I was in a trance, I used to think that I was just a person who read stories, but I don't know when, I became a person in the story.

The cool breeze blew across my face, and I couldn't help but smile at him: "What a beautiful place." He was stunned for a moment, and then nodded: "It's very beautiful." ”

When he got off the boat, he went down first and stretched out his hand to me: "Come." I didn't hesitate to hand it over, and when I raised my hand and rolled my eyes, there was suddenly a familiar picture, and I smiled: "Zhao Yijing, we must have been on a boat together in our last life." ”

He was stunned for a moment when he heard me call his name, and then smiled gently: "Maybe." "He just grabbed my hand and didn't let go. The first time he held his hand in the palm of his hand, I didn't dare to move, and after a long time, I found that both my and his palms were wet.

That night I went to his residence in Nanjing, and after a long period of madness, he pecked me into a little scar, and I lost myself under him. After a good time, he wrapped his hair around my hair and said in a muffled voice, "Don't laugh so swaggering in the future." ”

You show me an unostentatious smile, I got up and was slightly unhappy: "Hinder your eyes, then I'll go first." ”

He grabbed me and wrapped me in his arms: "Don't go." The kiss came like a gust of wind again, and my body was always powerless in the face of him, and he kneaded me hard, and whispered in my ear: "You smile so much at other men, it's very obstructive to my eyes." ”

My heart was beating fast suddenly, and my face avoided his invasion and whispered, "Adult, let go." The seven words were returned to him as they were. He didn't say anything more, and suddenly entered with more force, his movements more rough than ever. I gasped and whispered, "You're hurting me." "He pressed my arm and continued to go crazy, and the overwhelming feeling overwhelmed me was overwhelmed. I gritted my teeth and didn't say a word. His movements gradually eased, but there was a hesitation and the heaviness of struggle back and forth.

I can't read him, just as I can't read myself.

When everything calmed down, Zhao Yijing's words dragged me back to reality: "It's not early, I'll send you back." My heart was a little sour, I hadn't thought about staying overnight, I quickly got dressed, and my voice was cold: "No need, I'll go back by myself." So saying, he walked out.

Zhao Yijing dragged me: "Don't worry, I'll send you." Seeing my stiff expression, I was a little surprised: "What's wrong?" "What's wrong, yes, what's the fuck wrong with me." I tried to smile: "It's nothing. ”

He dropped me off at the intersection in front of the hotel and turned back, and when I walked into the hall, I saw Qinglian in a blue dress walking towards me: "Qingyang." ”