She rubbed her cheek against mine, grabbed my right hand with her right hand, and the sound of the electric piano could no longer be heard, and silence enveloped the room. I was like a child who did something wrong, didn't want to do anything, didn't dare to do anything. She suddenly came around and sat on my lap, put her hands around my neck, and asked me again if I really didn't know where my left hand was when I was sleeping. I told her I really didn't know where to put it, and she laughed and said I was more reserved than a woman. She kissed me on the lips, and it was the first time I had ever connected, and her lips were soft, like notes from a Waltz. She got up and took my hand and asked me to go to bed with her.

"It doesn't matter if you're a painter or a musician. She said, "You should know exactly where your left hand is when you sleep." She sat on the edge of the bed, and I stood in front of her, and she put her hands around my waist and her chin against my lower abdomen, and she looked up at me and said, "Why are you so nice?" She lay down on the bed, let me lie down next to her, took my left hand, and put it on her, and told me that I put my hand in that place when I went to bed in the evening. The night was dark, and the light on the desk was diflapted onto the bed, and the light was dim, and I could still see her face flushed. My heart was pounding, for fear of being noticed by her. She kissed me again, and the soft notes of Waltz hit me again. I hugged her and pressed her back under me, desperately trying to taste the notes of the Waltz, and my breath and her breath became rapid.

The scent of shampoo in her hair struck me a fatal blow, as if a sharp knife had been stuck in my back, and Helen appeared in my mind, diluting all my desires. My violent heartbeat stopped instantly, and the whole person was like a burning matchstick, and the moment it burned, the flames were blazing, illuminating the whole darkness, but only for a moment, everything was extinguished, and only white ashes remained. Fear and self-blame made me miserable, and although I had nothing to do with Hai Linlin, when I lay on top of another woman, I found that I hated myself for being unfaithful to her.

I got up from her like an electric shock, quickly straightened my clothes, smoothed the T-shirt that pulled up to my chest, and lifted my shorts to my waist. I wanted to get away from her quickly, from the smell of her hair—it smelled exactly the same as I had smelled at an exhibition more than two years ago. Time was going back, everything was on the way back, and I was terrified, afraid that I would go back to the moment of sin. But the smell of her hair floated in the dim space for a long time, always following my sense of smell. I sat on a stool with my back to the electric piano and touched a few keys, and a messy sound rang out.

She lay on the bed, silent, motionless, the room was silent, the cries of insects came into the room through the windows, and the whole world was moving towards the silence of death. After a while, she sat up, straightened her shoulder straps, and laid out the nightgown under to cover only Lace||Panties of the legs, sit on the edge of the bed, put on your own slippers.

"Your breath is full of another woman. She said.

I was embarrassed, I didn't want to admit it, but I couldn't hide anything, I looked down at my bare toes, and didn't dare to say anything, I didn't dare to look at her. I felt like she was walking out the door, and I wanted to say sorry to her. But mistakes are made, and it is difficult to recover, and apologies are useless, only adding to the trouble. I hope she leaves quickly, and I hope she stays forever, just to calm my remorseful, self-reproachful, and mottled heart. She put on her slippers and walked out of the room without saying a word.

I stayed up all night, and at five o'clock in the morning I ran out of my room, from my yard. I tiptoed open my door and locked it gently, lest I make a slight noise and break the silence of the dawn for the next door to notice. The air was humid, the kapok trees in the courtyard stood quietly, mosquitoes crawled on my bare arms, the breeze blew on my face, and the sound of a whistle could be heard faintly from a long distance. It took me more than an hour to walk along the streets lined with arctail coconut trees, and the sun was rising above the sea level.

Ever since she left my room, I've been wondering why I feel guilty and frightened, like I've seen terrible magic in the dark. I was haunted by this question all night and haunted me by the sea for another whole morning. Until a colleague called me and asked me to go back to work. I went back to the company to paint a portrait of a client, and in the middle of the painting, the client said that there was a malaise in the painting I painted for him, which would affect his financial fortune. I repainted, and halfway through the new painting, he said that there was a dull sadness in my painting, which would affect the harmony of his family. By the time I was about to repaint, the night had already covered the land. "Forget it, don't draw it. The customer says, "You look like you need sleep." "The painting was given to another colleague the next day.

I went to Yingxiu's old house to find comfort, but I was afraid that when I returned to that courtyard, I would meet her and I didn't know whether to greet her, or how to greet her. Yingxiu is anxious about work, and since he broke off with the shopping guide completely, he has put all his thoughts on work. That love seemed to make him drunk, and he kept drunk and unconscious, boasting in the company, taking care of everything, patting his chest and promising the company that he would complete a project that the company was going to push. Then he asked the company to assign him five employees, set up written materials, and could not complete the first apology within two months - he did write "first apology". The company's leaders changed "raising their heads to apologize" to "shaving their heads to apologize", and then everyone signed and confirmed, waiting for the final sentencing to come. After the work began, the difficulty was completely beyond his imagination, a huge bug on the first attempt made him sober up half, and then a quarrel with Party A made him completely sober up and back on track, but the work was still at a loss.

I was lying on the same living room couch I had been lying on a year ago, and the fatigue caused by the sleepless nights of last night didn't put me to sleep quickly, and I was half-asleep all the time. Yingxiu, who was racking her brains under the lamp to think of a plan, thought I was asleep, put a blanket on me, and said to herself: "Poor man, there is nowhere to go." ”