Shakespeare said in "The Two Gentlemen of Verona" that true love cannot be expressed in words, and deeds are the best illustration of faithfulness.

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What happened last night speaks for itself.

When she opened her eyes, she could see his thick eyelashes, his quiet and sleeping appearance was as pure as an angel, and Jiang Yu's temperament was much dirtier than his.

He was lean, fair-skinned and slender, but he didn't have a piece of loose flesh.

Although she should have been exhausted from a carnival last night, she still got up quietly and ran to the kitchen downstairs with bare feet and Ji Chuan's silver-gray silk pajamas.

The lights in the kitchen, the lights in the living room were on overnight.

She forgot to turn it off.

I don't have the energy to turn it off either.

As for why she ran to the kitchen in the first place, of course it wasn't to prepare breakfast.

But......

Her slippers were still crooked across the smooth tiles of the kitchen, including her underwear, pajamas, and silver-gray silk pajama pants.

The color is beautiful no matter what time of year you look at it.

This is one of the reasons why she wakes up so early.

The oranges on the cutting board were only cut in half, and the few pieces of watermelon on the side already gave off a rotten stench.

She hurriedly dumped the fruit into the trash.

What a waste, these fruits are bought in imported supermarkets and are not cheap at all.

After washing the cutting board, she grabbed a rag and dipped it in water, and began scrubbing the milky white counter. If the forensic doctors in those TVB criminal investigation dramas come to the scene to investigate, they will definitely collect all kinds of messy lines on this cooking table.

She is now like a criminal with a weak heart, pretending to be calm to clean up the crime scene and clean up the evidence of the crime.

If you scrutinize the clues left behind, it really makes people blush and heartbeat.

Fortunately, she wiped them all off one by one, not even a single corner.

The moment those clothes fluttered to the ground, she didn't understand why she had wrapped herself so tightly after taking a shower.

It's just redundant.

In fact, when she wrapped herself in three layers inside and three layers outside, she had a premonition in her heart.

A woman's sixth sense is terrifying, and anticipating what is going to happen becomes an instinct, and often a prophecy.

The kitchen was very bright in broad daylight, not to mention the light on the ceiling, which gave her the illusion of being in the interrogation room, and the dazzling headlights forced her to sweat, and the next second she disarmed and surrendered, confessed all the criminal circumstances in 1510, and asked the adults to be lenient with her.

But not last night.

In the thick of the night, the villa is brightly lit.

The lights are on in the upstairs room, and the living room and kitchen downstairs are also lit.

The flickering light did not make her feel any shame, but when she was naked, the oil and sweat beads that shone on her skin gave off a different and moist light, and she felt that she was beautiful, as if bathed in holy light.

Ji Chuan is also very beautiful, he is right in front of her eyes, and his body is like a fine white marble.

I can't think of anything other than to have it with all my might.

Everywhere they went, everywhere they went, was a richly colored oil painting.

She thinks of the French painter Auguste Renoir's Nude in the Sun, a controversial work now in the Musée d'Orsay in Paris.

The light can penetrate human nature, and she has nothing to hide in front of the light.

She had no choice but to turn off the lights with her clothes in her hands, and even the strength of her fingers was vain when she reached out and pressed the switch, just as those criminals trembled when they even lit a cigarette after committing a crime.

She silently prayed in her heart that there were no witnesses in the process of their crimes, otherwise she would really want to kill people, oh no, she would have killed herself.

Sweeping the floor and dragging it again, she went back upstairs with her clothes in her arms.

While taking a shower, she noticed a bruise on her leg.

She stared at the bruise for a long time, as if trying to see a hole in it.

Forget it, life should be a little crazy.

What's so bad about having fun with a lover?

After changing her clothes and feeling refreshed, she hurried downstairs to prepare breakfast.

Ji Chuan was full of praise for the bowl of Meiling porridge, so let's boil it again.

In fact, although she was refreshed, her head was empty, and she couldn't think of any fancy breakfast she should make today.

By the stove, the yellow-blue flames were endless, transmitting waves of heat.

The heat made her sweat slightly, and when she wiped her sweat, the wet touch of her palms reminded her of Ji Chuan.

His body was the same last night.

"Good morning, Jiang Yu. ”

She was awakened by the voice.

Blame her for thinking so much that she didn't even notice when he went downstairs into the kitchen.

"Where's my breakfast? He leaned against the doorframe, in the same posture as he had last night, and even asked the same thing.

"In the pot, it was soon ready. She lowered her head, suddenly feeling a little overwhelmed.

"What about my pants?"

She felt him slowly walking towards her, step by step, slowly.

"I just washed it off..."Is she going to carry his dirty clothes back to his room?

"You should have spare pajamas. "He can prepare a cupboard of shirts, and there should be several pajamas of the same style.

“…… Looks like I'll have to wear your pajama pants anymore. Anyway, your pants are fat and long, so I can wear them as mid-pants. His voice was cool, like morning dew.

She turned around in surprise and saw the smile on his face at first glance, and the banter in that smile could not have been more obvious.

"I don't give you pants, but I can borrow a skirt for you to wear. Jiang Yu shot back indignantly.

His smile was even stronger, and there was a faint evil aura in his eyes, "So you still have a skirt... Can you wear it for me tonight?"

The tone of decency was almost like politely asking "This beautiful young lady, may I ask you to do a dance?"

Just when she was uneasy, the pot of porridge happened to successfully relieve her: "The porridge is ready, you can have breakfast." ”

She was about to look up and open the cupboard above the counter to get a bowl, only to find two long hairs tangled in the gap between the handles of the cupboard.

There is no doubt that those two hairs came from her.

As for how it got entangled, the question was the same as how there was an extra bruise on her leg.

Oh, she woke up in the morning and felt a faint pain in the back of her head.

Strike.

Some vague images flashed through her mind, and then Ji Chuan really wanted to put his hand on the back of her head.

It's really gentlemanly.

The two strands of hair led to infinite reverie, and before he noticed her, he wanted to destroy the body as quickly as he had done in the kitchen.

However, this time she did not succeed, and Ji Chuan took the first step to take off the two hairs. Under her embarrassed gaze, she wrapped them around the ring finger of her left hand.

It is said that there is a blood vessel on the ring finger of the left hand that is connected to the heart, which is the closest place to the heart.

Jiang Yu knew this.

So the hair was obviously wrapped around his ring finger, but she felt that her heart was being entangled.

"Give it to me as a souvenir. He said.

The fragrance of gardenias blew in from the window, and the smell was really sweet, and it was sweet to Jiang Yu's heart.

He stood there, his ring finger wrapped around her hair, obviously doing lingering and sympathetic affairs, but he still looked indifferent and distant.

She has lived so many people, seen so many people, but never met such a person.

It only takes a small action to make him fascinated and collapsed.

The sobriety and restraint of reason collapsed, and a crazy idea arose in her head, and the next second she really carried it out.

She turned, pulled out a pair of scissors from the knife cabinet to the side, pulled out a small handful of her hair, and clicked it.

The handful of black hair instantly fell down and scattered in her palm, like elven wings.

Without saying a word, she took his hand and placed the strand of hair in the palm of his hand.

Green silk gifts, see this as if meeting.

He slowly withdrew his palm and clenched it tightly.

At this moment, they didn't say anything, but it was worth a thousand words.

"I'll give you the thin streets, the desperate sunsets, the moon in the wilderness.

I give you the sorrow of a man who has been looking at the lonely moon for a long time.

I give you the marble memorial memorials of my dead ancestors, descendants of my father's father, who died on the border of Buenos Aires, with two bullets piercing his chest, died with a beard and his body wrapped in cowhide by the soldiers, and my mother's grandfather, who was twenty-four years old at the time and led a charge of three hundred men in Peru, and who is now the ghost of a vanished horse.

I give you all the insight that my book can contain, and the masculinity and humor that I can have in my life.

I give you the loyalty of a man who has never had faith.

I give you the core of myself that I have managed to preserve—the core of not making sentences, not trading with dreams, not being touched by time, joy and adversity.

I give you the memory of a yellow rose I saw one evening many years before you were born.

I give you interpretations of your life, theories about yourself, your real and amazing existence.

I give you my loneliness, my darkness, the hunger of my heart, and I try to impress you with confusion, danger, failure. 」

——— Borges

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"Is it delicious?" she looked at Ji Chuan, who was drinking porridge from Si Swenwen opposite, his posture was noble and elegant, like a kaolin flower.

"Of course. What you make must be delicious. "He has a blind identification and love for her, whether it is seventeen years ago or seventeen years later.

"Can I still eat the fruit you cut?" he said suddenly.

She hooked the corners of her lips, and her unpowdered face showed a bewitching look, and the charm in her eyes was like a blooming yellow rose: "Of course you can." ”

This is the only one they know how to whisper, there is no third person, only each other.

…

The beautiful yellow rose, exuding a distant fragrance.

O beautiful man, it makes my heart flutter.