While it was time for Luo Shaoqian to take a shower and change clothes, I sat on the horn chair by the window, boiled a pot of hot water, and made myself a cup of tea. There was a splash in the bathroom, and after a few seconds it became quiet again, and when my heart slowly lifted and I couldn't help but want to make sure he was safe, the sound of water splashing came and went.

"It's really not worry-free...... I complained in my heart with righteous indignation, remembering that when I was cooking here yesterday, there seemed to be a bottle of honey in the refrigerator. Brew him a glass of honey water with freshly boiled hot water, which is said on the Internet to cure hangover. A lump of honey was poured into the water and slowly dispersed, and the transparent boiling water became a little yellow and clear.

I sat at the window and looked up at the scenery in the distance, and when I looked up, the ceiling was a patchwork of wooden beams, adorned with a few Scandinavian-style wrought-iron chandeliers, and in the corner was a chest of drawers filled with magazines and books, as well as wine and goblets.

"Luo Shaoqian is quite good at enjoying it. I muttered again indignantly, though I didn't quite understand how such strange mental activity could occur.

Holding a teacup, looking out through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, even if it is dark at night, but under the illumination of the landscape lights, the beautiful and open scenery of the canal is still unobstructed, the river embankment and the willow bank, the colorful colors and the lights of the boats on the water, at night are already so stunning, isn't it even more beautiful during the day? I reverie while sipping tea, until the sound of the door opening pulled me back to reality.

As a nurse, I have done orthopedics, and I have seen many young and handsome guys, and I have been in contact with many middle-aged and elderly people who are over half a hundred years old. Fundamentally speaking, for a nurse with many years of nursing learning experience and clinical work experience, what kind of body should be just an organism of various organs, tissues, blood vessels, and nerves, which can be beautiful or not, handsome or not, but there has never been such a tempting or unattractive ......

Luo Shaoqian walked out in dark blue pajamas, with the heat on his body, the undried water on his hair slowly dripped down, and the obvious crimson cheeks and the fairness of his neck formed a sharp contrast, highlighting the edges and corners of his face. The buttons of the blouse are not only deliberately or unintentionally buttoned, the open neckline almost perfectly exposes the chest line, the slender body exposes the ankles and ankles, and what is even more unacceptable is that he is wiping his hair with a towel in his hand while looking at you affectionately.

I could clearly feel my heart "popping" a little, and maybe subconsciously swallowed twice, is this nymphomania?

I pretended to be calm and looked away, picked up the honey water I had just brewed and handed it to him: "Drink it, hangover." ”

Luo Shaoqian took the water cup and drank it all, then poured it on the bed and rolled himself into the quilt.

"I can't sleep if my hair doesn't dry, I'll catch a cold and have a headache!" I now look at him like a child at the head of my bed.

Then he really showed his wet hair, got up and turned back to the bathroom.

"I'm going to resign tomorrow. ”

I seemed to hear him say this to the super loud noise of the hair dryer, and I walked to the bathroom door, "What did you say?" I confirmed to him again.

He turned off the hair dryer and, without looking back, met my gaze in the mirror and said to me with some certainty, "I'm going to resign tomorrow." ”

I am now at the door of the bathroom, the heat of the bath has not completely dissipated, the air is filled with a faint fragrance, and the mirror of the sink is stained with a lot of moisture, but through the glass, I still see each other's psychology at a glance.

I remember many years ago, at a meeting of the school social association, a little girl from the information department asked me to get off the stage in front of everyone. I don't quite remember what he said at the time, but I remember the tone and look in the way he spoke, and then he grabbed my hand and swaggered away in the "eyes of all eyes".

He has never lacked the courage of such ancestors, nor the courage to bear the consequences, he has always been so determined that he has to do one thing, and his people will not allow others to touch me, to me, to Yang Chen, to everything he cared about at the beginning.

It seems to us that he has compromised with life and reality, that what he insisted on at the beginning has been left behind, and that he can even sacrifice principles in order to achieve his own goals, and we think that he has changed, but in fact, that almost barbaric persistence and domineering have never disappeared, just like now, I seem to feel it again.

We look at each other like this, from questioning to affirmation, from fierce to affectionate, from hopeless to intriguing.

Luo Shaoqian turned around and walked with his arms outstretched, and although I stood there without any movement, I seemed to rush into his arms as if I was fast. Use all your strength to embrace, rubbing ten years of heart, grievances, persistence and contradictions into the arm crook that is getting harder and harder, like a long-lost reunion and a lost and regained cherish, I don't want to let go for a long time.

"I love you, and for that I want to find myself again. Luo Shaoqian kissed my neck, cool and swishing.

Hugs, hugs!

I tried to lift my arms so that they overlapped each other on top of his waist, and my fingers relaxed on his pajamas, maybe a little more relaxed? I tried to relax and bend my palms, so that his body was embedded in the palms of my hands, and my neck didn't have to be stiff, and I buried my head in his chest, and turned around a little bit, and found the most comfortable position, yes, just hug.

It's been ten years, and I almost thought that I had lost the ability to love someone, and I couldn't watch someone laugh and cry wantonly. In the adult world, with the thinking that a 30-year-old woman should have to play with the world, I believe that the absurdity of love they say is not as simple and easy as one, two, three or four conditions, and I am always worried that he can't tell whether he loves you or feels sorry for you, whether he loves you or gets used to you.

But this is called absurd love, which is so irresistible, it has no premise, regardless of the cause, regardless of the effect. It's like going back to the time when I was working hard to keep the crown from falling off ten years ago, hurrying back and forth to the dormitory and library every day, watching the wind, frost, snow and rain all year round, I thought I would never wait again, but I turned around and met you again.

There is no trace of regret and a feeling of being late, as if time is really a flick of a finger and not a long time has passed, the person who is hugging is clearly still the senior who always makes people look up, ten years seems to be nothing more than a corner of the street, as soon as we raise our eyes, we see each other.

"Then you resign. I fell on his chest without a hint of panic.