On a rainstorm day, the flight was delayed for six hours.

When Mingsheng arrived home, it was already late at night. She knocked several times on the wall of the corridor to repair the electrical circuits of the entire residential building, the voice-activated lights were silent, and she resigned herself to walking the stairs in the dark.

The sound of slow footsteps echoed silently in the dark stairwell, and she actually enjoyed the process, as if she had been walking alone as a child, playing a game of stepping on the pavement tiles.

People are always easy to be pleased in quiet and boring moments.

Mingsheng kept her head down, and even walked to the door of the room, only to see the person sitting by her door.

Jiang Huaiyi didn't know whether she was dreaming or waking up, wearing a black shirt, and her tall body curled up by her door, easy to ignore. But she couldn't ignore it. His black eyes were translucent, and the moment he saw her, he slipped through the faint light, like a handful of moonlight from the abyss of silence.

"You're back." His voice was hoarse.

There is no moon tonight. The heavy rain tirelessly washed away the night, and the building across the road was brightly lit, so that she could borrow a few rays of light and see what he was like now.

He hadn't seen him for five days, his cheeks had been shaved down, his eyes were blue, and the water in his eyes was cloudy, like a pond where a lot of rain had accumulated.

It's not a good image. In the past, maybe he wouldn't have allowed himself to go out like this.

Mingsheng's throat choked for a moment, and his phone was clutching the key at a loss. She was a little afraid that if she opened the door, he would fall with all his weight on it, and it was a long time before she whispered, "Get up, I'm going to open the door." ”

She even squatted down and gently pulled his arm, and her tone was gentle: "Get up." ”

"Why did it take you so long to come back?"

The strength was so disparity, he grabbed her instead.

The two were very close. The night is like a close-up in a movie, exposing the subtleties of each other's eyes. Jiang Huaiyi squeezed her wrist tightly in the palm of her hand, and her pupils trembled slightly: "Did Zhou Jun call to scold you?" ”

"It's fine. It's not much of a scolding. ”

"Ignore him." Jiang Huaiyi stroked her cold skin aggrievedly, "I don't think so. ”

Mingsheng just looked at him quietly. She hadn't seen him in days. Honestly facing her heart, she must admit that the meeting at this moment made her feel very sudden, but not abrupt at all, as if she wanted to see him in the first place.

This made her eyes silent and **.

Jiang Huaiyi was looked down by her and bowed his head. In the dim light, his eyelashes were thin, slightly drooping, and indescribably obedient. He lowered his eyes and pursed his lower lip: "Do you miss me?" ”

Mingsheng took a breath and finally began to exert a little force, wanting to withdraw his hand.

Jiang Huaiyi's expression became panicked in an instant, as if he knew that there would not be the expected answer, but he still couldn't accept her veto. It didn't take much effort for him to pull her back, wrapping her shoulders around the crook of his arm: "I know it's wrong...... It was too impulsive that day. I waited for you all night, and I was in a bad state. ”

Realizing that his words were incoherent, he simply gave up the explanation, buried himself in her neck, and said in a low voice, "Is it okay to come back?" Those words were only said in anger before, so you shouldn't have heard them...... You give me another chance. ”

An alarm bell suddenly sounded in Mingsheng's mind.

Once you've made your decision, you shouldn't do it again. She reminded herself, reluctantly got up, helped him up as well, and said, "Open the door first." ”

Mingsheng inserted the key into the lock hole and unscrewed it.

It seems that what level is passed through guò, which is enough to breathe a sigh of relief.

She put the switch in her hand, but before she could touch it, he turned her body over. The lights were knocked on.

Under the incandescent light, there was a shadow in front of me.

Jiang Huaiyi blocked the light, and whispered against her face: "Come back, ......"

"Will it be different?" It was as if she was saying this to herself.

"Yes."

He began to kiss her. The kiss was delicate and dense, Mingsheng kept leaning against the wall, and the switch was re-pressed. He wrapped his arms around her waist in the darkness and rubbed them unconsciously. In this moment of little patience and atmosphere, the nuanced caresses are like boiling a frog in warm water, giving her enough time to draw her soul and look at herself in a high place, how mean, how inferior.

Mingsheng was carried by him and sat on the shoe cabinet, and the familiar situation reminded her of the ambiguous piano a long time ago.

It seems like a long time ago. Physically, however, only a few months have passed.

It turned out that he had not been in her world for a long time, but it seemed that he had been in existence from the beginning.

Thoughts drifted like this, and I couldn't remember when I was picked up by him. She stared in a daze until he kicked open the bedroom door and she was startled. The darkness was not conducive to walking, and they almost fell on the bed together. Mingsheng subconsciously hugged his neck, and the edge of the neckline brushed the tip of his nose, leaving a few traces of breath heat.

Jiang Huaiyi leaned over slightly, and her hand touched the hem of her skirt, every touch and tremble of her skin was so familiar. This familiar feeling made him feel grounded and safe.

Mingsheng closed his eyes and heard his voice whispering in his ear, saying, "It will be different." ”

***

I don't know if the night rain has stopped.

When the morning light fell, the sky was cloudy, and the rain was still drifting.

When Mingsheng woke up, he was facing his back. Jiang Huaiyi hadn't woken up yet, so she reached over and put her palm against his face. His thumb can sense his outline, slightly pursed lips, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and Zhou Zheng's good looks. She touched it inch by inch, her hands were cold, and she didn't have much emotion.

The force was too quiet, so quiet that you couldn't feel the attachment and lingering of the action itself.

Jiang Huaiyi frowned and avoided her: "Don't touch it." It's like touching a duck. ”

It turned out that he had woken up, but he pretended to be asleep and didn't open his eyes.

Mingsheng smiled: "I only touch it if I like it." ”

He turned sideways and glanced over: "Which one do you like?" ”

"It doesn't matter what kind of liking it is."

“……”

Jiang Huaiyi twisted his face again, his cheeks were too tight, and he was concave for a while, and grievances and dissatisfaction were written on his face. But he learned to be patient, and he didn't vent at her, so that there was a hint of irritability in his breath.

Mingsheng stroked from his ears to his tight cheeks, and did not move. Jiang Huaiyi finally couldn't hold back and rubbed it unconsciously.

The palm is itchy, and the heart is itchy.

She sighed: "I've lost a lot of weight. ”

Jiang Huaiyi turned his back, and even his back was depressed: "I can't eat." The food seemed to lose its appeal to him, "I want to eat what you made." ”

He suddenly turned over and wrapped her into his arms, like holding a life-size doll, with his chin resting on her shoulder: "Will you make me breakfast?" ”

Mingsheng lay quietly on his side.

The atmosphere was a little silent, he suddenly remembered something, his voice was stained with shyness, and it sank slightly in her ear: "...... Do you have the strength? ”

She suddenly turned to look at him, and sure enough, she caught a well-hidden cunning in those eyes.

Jiang Huaiyi was a little weak by her scrutinizing gaze, and suddenly lay back, propped up the pillows on both sides of his head with both hands, and covered his ears: "Don't say anything about breaking up." I have a hearing problem and can't hear these two words. ”

Mingsheng looked at him wordlessly for a while, looking stupid, and his eyes were still in a posture of being ready for battle, and he couldn't help but laugh after watching it for a long time.

She quickly got up, finished dressing, and suddenly turned around again, her expression slightly stern: "That's right,"

When he saw her expression, his whole body tensed. Like a puppet that has been lifted to the string, she gently hooks her fingers, and he sings and recites all the joys, sorrows, and sorrows.

Ming Sheng was frightened by his appearance as if he was facing a great enemy, and sneered: "I just want to tell you that the water in the building is out today, and you may have to go back to your own bath." ”