On Saturday, the last day that Zhao Xiangnon and her father agreed, she and Song Yuze appeared in the figure skating center together, they walked into the figure skating center one after another, and on the way Zhao Xiangnong sat on Song Yuze's locomotive, facing the rising sun, she had a faint joy in her heart, and today she wanted to do something for Song Yuze.

The people at the figure skating center did not show any suspicion of the people who came in one after the other, they did not know that they lived together, that they shared a room, that they slept in the same bed, that they were doing the most intimate things between men and women in the dark night, that they did their own things as before, and that there were occasional brief exchanges over each other's assigned work.

After lunch, Zhao Xiangnon carried a large pile of things into the warehouse where the sundries were stacked, and as soon as he entered the warehouse, he met Song Yuze and another volunteer coming head-on, Zhao Xiangnong lowered his head, "I'll help you" Song Yuze's voice was natural and naturally took away the large pile of sundries in her hands that were about to cover her face.

"Thank you." Zhao Xiangnong's thank you was very unnatural, she and Song Yuze walked side by side, no one spoke, put those sundries in the place where they should be, Zhao Xiangnon was blocked by Song Yuze's body when he just straightened his waist.

Taking advantage of the obstacles accumulated by those miscellaneous objects, Song Yuze reached into her clothes, with a very clear purpose, grabbed her soft parts, and tentatively probed her palms on both sides, and finally chose to focus on one of them, spread out his palms and held them all in his palms, and pinched out the shape he wanted at will.

"You're crazy, there's someone here." Zhao Xiangnon warned him in a low voice.

Her warning didn't have any effect at all, but the strength of her palms increased, and the restlessness of the hands that wanted to take him with the strength of his palms could only rest lightly on his arms, and she could only pray in her heart that they would not be discovered.

Someone else had come in, and by the sound of their voices and footsteps, they were coming this way.

"Song Yuze." She pleaded in a low voice.

Finally, he grabbed it with a mischievous handful, causing her to breathe in pain, and then his hand finally left.

The hidden button of the corset had just been buttoned, and the female voice had a crisp voice with a surprise "Ah Song" Then, a pretended weak voice "Ah Song, I am looking for you everywhere, Ah Song, you must help me." ”

Through the lenses, Zhao Xiangnong shot at Song Yuze with a warning gaze.

Zhao Xiangnong left the warehouse very satisfied, Song Yuze listened to her very much, the girls in the figure skating center were all depressed these days, they found that their romantic knights always refused their requests for help with various reasons, so they lost any chance to be alone with Ah Song.

Subconsciously, Zhong Ke slowed down, and the young man leaning against the wall and smoking and looking at the sky suddenly made him feel stunned for some reason, and he felt that in this area where there was almost no one in the twilight, the young man presented a completely different state from his usual life.

At this moment, two extremes were forcibly pulled out in Song Yuze's body: tropical and polar, one end represents the sun and the other end represents the deep and closed.

I was afraid that I would be dizzy and misunderstood, so Zhong Ke tentatively called out, "Ah Song? ”

The finger holding the cigarette paused, turned its face towards him, smiled, and lowered the hand, and as the hand drooped, the half-cut cigarette butt made a beautiful arc in the air.

The gesture of the pretty boy's cigarette butt popping out was graceful and dashing, along with the smile on his face.

The body left the wall and walked towards him, stopped in front of him, and raised the corners of his mouth: "Uncle Zhong." ”

Song Yuze's bright eyes made Zhong Ke wonder if there was something wrong with his nerves? For a moment, he couldn't help but want to find something in front of the young man in front of him.

"Uncle Zhong." He called him a second time: "Perhaps, something to do with me?" ”

At this time, Zhong Ke remembered the purpose of his coming here, and a few hours ago, Zhao Xiangnong pushed open the door of his office with a hippie smile, "Uncle Zhong, you must do me a favor." ”

From the overwhelming reports of the Zhao family's heir escaping to the appearance of the four-eyed sister Anon and the romantic knight Ah Song in the figure skating center one after the other, Zhong Ke guessed what was going on with these two young people.

Seeing Song Yuze's back disappear, Zhong Yuze's light fell on the place where Song Yuze was standing just now, what was Song Yuze looking at at at that time?

With a little curiosity, Zhong Ke leaned against the wall in the exact same posture as Song Yuze just now, and then, looking up, the pale sky was everywhere he looked, and the coming twilight made the sky lifeless like a dead man's face.

The face of a dead man? This consciousness involuntarily made Zhong Ke shiver, and when he lowered his head, he saw dozens of cigarette butts on the side, and the time calculated by those cigarette butts could be guessed that Song Yuze had been here for a long time, and Zhong Ke tried to recall the plot when he first met Song Yuze.

A face that is beautiful enough to make people feel inferior, just came to Chicago in New Orleans, and has a friend who loves figure skating and died in an accident.

Zhong Ke remembered that at that time, he still casually asked Song Yuze, "Did your friend also train here?" How did Song Yuze answer at that time, well, by the way, at that time, he just changed the topic quickly after a short silence.

Silent? Maybe Song Yuze's friends used to train here? Zhong Ke's heart moved, he remembered that there was a list of every player who came here to train in the database.

Song Yuze stood under the stage, the central venue that was always filled with the sound of various ice blades scraping the ice during the weekend was empty at this moment, and all the lights around it were extinguished, and the only thing left was a beam of light projected on the circular ice.

It's very quiet.

"Zhao Shannon." Song Yuze screamed impatiently.

Yes, he was impatient, the kind of impatience that could easily lead him to irritability, the kind of impatience that had been burning in his chest since he left the warehouse, resembling anger.

The inexplicable anger came from his miraculous hand reaching into her clothes, and at that moment, it was just a fingertip touching her fingertips, and then the restlessness came, and then instinct always did something counterproductive before his thoughts.

The quiet space echoed his "Zhao Xiangnong", and the even more impatient "Zhao Xiangnon" sounded for the second time.

"Zhao Xiangnong, if you don't show up again, I'll leave."

As soon as the words fell, the lights dimmed a little, and in the end, only a faint silver glow remained, and those silver glows spread on the ice, like moonlight scattered on the earth, and slowly, extremely slow music sounded, far away, like the lines of flowing water, accompanied by the distant and slow melody, and the sound of "brush-"

The "brush" is the moon-white figure, the moon-white figure is as light as the autumn wind gently blowing across the sparkling sea, after a short stay, stepping on the melody of flowing water, the hand slowly stretched.

The wind lifted the hem of her skirt to reach her fingertips, her palms upward, as if waiting for the moonlight to come to her palms, and the skates glided on the ice, retreating, stretching, spinning, like poetry, like dreams.

When a tear was made in the distant melody, the moonlight finally reached her palm, but it was only a momentary brilliance, and before she could hold it, it slipped through her fingers.

In an instant, the black and oppressive twilight was overwhelming, and the moon-white figure in the center of the stage trembled like a trembling leaf, even if it insisted on waiting, but winter still came, the leaves left the branches, floating alone, so small, it made people feel as if she was going to be swallowed by the storm in the next second, but when it was about to be swallowed by the wind and rain in the future, it appeared in front of people's eyes again.

When the distant melody sounded again, a beam of moonlight pierced the sky, as if hearing a call, and the leaves that were struggling to move forward in the storm slid out of a graceful posture, and in the blink of an eye, like the wind, drifting away, driven out by the skirt, like light smoke.

That little leaf, finally waiting for that beam of moonlight in my heart.

In the mournful melody, the lights went out, and the wilderness created by the lights was empty.

"Zhao Shannon." In the dark, Song Yuze heard himself calling this name again, but this time he was no longer impatient, but panicked, as if if he didn't call her at this time, she would disappear into the sky like the last ray of moonlight.

Slowly, the lights came on again, and when the lights came on again, Zhao Xiangnong stood under the light in the center of the stage and said slowly.

"From the moment I fell on stage, I never touched those skates again."

"But, Song Yuze, I'm afraid that I won't be able to slip next year, so I want you to see it, because that's something that Zhao Xiangnong will love all his life, Song Yuze, I'm sorry, I can't jump out of the movement of turning in front of you for three and a half weeks, even so, I'm still very happy, and I'm very happy in my heart, because the person who is watching is you."

Song Yuze stood motionless under the stage, Zhao Xiangnong had just done an extremely stupid and clever thing, figure skating, love, turning around for three and a half weeks was exactly the most sacred and untouchable in Song Yuze's heart, those exclusive to another person.

Motionless, he watched her walk towards him step by step, stopped in front of him, took his hand, and said with a little embarrassment: "Song Yuze, do you think I just skated well?" ”

"Hmm!" smiled and replied: "If it is a coincidence that Song Yuze is a judge, then he will definitely give Zhao Xiangnong the highest score." ”

Joy spread across her eyebrows: "I just showed you my favorite 'Moonlight Lover' Song Yuze, the first time I heard those melodies, I knew that it belonged to me." ”

When another year came, when facing the Atlantic Ocean covered with moonlight, Song Yuze finally understood why Zhao Xiangnong said that the 'moonlight lover' belonged to her.

The locomotive once again passed through the bustling commercial street, and the logo of Zhao's Department Store stood in the most eye-catching place.

Zhao's Department Store is a golden sign in the eyes of many people, and the ancestors of the Zhao family have today's Zhao's Department Store from scratch, but those who are eyeing them have linked her behavior to their business, and they are trying to label them as a trademark without integrity.

With his face on Song Yuze's back, Zhao Xiangnong stared at Zhao's classic trademark and said: Song Yuze, I will go back tomorrow.

"Hmm," Zhao Xiangnong replied lightly when he heard Song Yuze.

"Song Yuze, do I remember what I said about covering you?"

"Hmm."

"I know why you secretly hide and smoke at night, Song Yuze, you don't have to worry, I said before that my dad was terrible to scare you, my dad definitely loves me more than you think, I just need to be coquettish with him and do a few things to please him."

When Zhao Xiangnong said these words, Song Yuze's locomotive sturdily hit another locomotive, and the tattoos of the old man who were hit were tattooed on his neck, and his body was strong.

For the nth time in the small space, a high-pitched female voice sounded: "Song Yuze!" Did you take the wrong medicine today? ”

In Zhao Xiangnong's opinion, it is an extremely abnormal state for Song Yuze to fight with others, and! Or Song Yuze provoked the incident first, the old man who was bumped into the commercial street had already planned to leave under her kind words to dissuade him, but Song Yuze went up and gave people a heavy punch, as a result, both sides could not bargain for their own lottery, and Song Yuze remained silent along the way.

As soon as she got home, Zhao Xiangnong took out the medical hygiene kit and wanted to help Song Yuze wipe the wound on her forehead, but who knew that he didn't appreciate it at all, and as soon as her hand was rested, the disinfectant in her hand fell to the ground.

"Song Yuze, did you take the wrong medicine today?" Zhao Xiangnong became angry.

Song Yuze didn't pay attention to her roar at all, and in a fit of anger, Zhao Xiangnong bent down and pulled out the computer plug, and finally, Song Yuze was willing to look at her, but his expression was indifferent.

I don't know how Song Yuze's indifferent expression always discouraged her, and her voice became smaller: "Is it, what I said today will cover you hurt you, Song Yuze, I didn't mean that, I believe you." ”

The indifferent expression spread to the bottom of her eyes, and as a result, her words became like this, with a little pleading: "Song Yuze, don't do this, I will be afraid if you do this, Song Yuze, or ......"

On the eve of parting, Zhao Xiangnon was trying his best to observe on the face that looked unfamiliar, and gradually, there was a faint joy, which made his heart sweet.

"Song Yuze, are you like this now because you are reluctant to let me go?" One assured: "I'm just going home to ask for their forgiveness, and I'm still ......"

"I will still come here often" The sentence that was about to be said was coldly said by Song Yuze, "Zhao Xiangnong, are you so self-inflicted?" "Forcibly cut it in the throat.

The clergyman's clothes were quickly packed into a bag by Zhao Xiangnong, and the bag that she didn't have time to hold was snatched away, and she watched the bag being thrown out of the window.

The body was encircled, and the voice coming from behind was dull and low.

"I don't see you saying nice things to other men, so ...... So I made a move. ”

At this moment, Song Yuze didn't know which words he said were true and which were false.

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