Aya walked upstairs, one step and two steps, she angrily opened the door, and the bright light penetrated into the curtain-covered bedroom, choking on the smell of cigarettes and alcohol.

The chaise longue was facing the floor-to-ceiling window, his back to the door, and his voice was hoarse and cold: "Take it." Pick-up"

Aya paced over, stretching out her arms to pull open a heavy curtain.

The light of the sky that came in stinged his eyes, his deep-sunken eye sockets were twisted heavily, his half-squinted eyes were cold and cold, and he was about to get angry, and he was stunned when he saw a thin figure in front of him, and his little face burned with anger.

One day is unkempt, and the blue stubble is faintly visible, tied to the cold and hard jawline.

It lined his face, and there was a chilling coldness in the decadence.

Seeing the person clearly, he seemed to hum and laugh lightly, and his slender fingers, which seemed to be cold on his finger bones, picked up the cup next to the table.

Aya leaned over to intercept him.

Although she was sick, how could she resist that strength?

With a flick, she took two steps back.

He drank it all in one gulp, narrowed his eyes, and said softly, "Haven't left yet?" ”

"It doesn't matter if you want to drink yourself to death, don't do it in front of your son!" Aya stared at him.

"When I'm old, I have to rely on wine to strengthen my brain and sober up when I think about things."

As he spoke, he twisted the index finger of the wine glass, pointed to his head danglingly, and glanced at her carelessly, probably seeing a strange appearance on her body, and his gaze was slightly fixed.

Aya didn't move.

He saw his shirt and smiled, his pale eyes falling a little expressionless and slow, but then he looked elsewhere.

The Adam's apple slid and he touched the cigarette with his hand.

Aya grabbed it and grabbed it.

He looked over with a heavy brow.

"Xiao Shu is very unhappy that you smoke too much." Aya pursed her lips and explained sharply.

"Let's go." He looked annoyed.

Aya felt a thorn in her heart, it wasn't that she had to come in a hurry, she had already made it clear, she was separated, what did he have to do with her.

But seeing him like this, she just couldn't see it.

And Xiao Shu...... The son's heart is actually very fragile.

"What's the matter, Jian Xuanyi hasn't come to pick you up yet? You can't breathe if you stay here. Suddenly, he asked, accompanied by a low laugh

。

Aya paused, and his expression gradually cooled down in his mocking side face, "Why didn't he come to pick me up?" What do you mean? ”

He was playing with the cup, and his thin lips were a little curved, but no matter from which angle he looked at it, Aya could see it clearly, revealing a slightly drunk bastard energy, and he was very contemptuous.

He turned his head, looked at Aya squarely, and smiled, "Don't you just like white-faced scholars, they are gentle, clean, righteous, and upright." ”

"Xi Cheng, do you have to be so yin and yang?"

There was a fire in her heart that almost burst out, but the words that came out of her mouth became: "Yes, I just like white-faced scholars!" My heart is my heart, and who should limit what I like? ”

quarreled, couldn't talk about it, Aya just wanted him to sting.

This bastard.

The cup slammed heavily on the chest of drawers, knocking so loudly that Aya's body shook and trembled, but the cup didn't break.

He loves delicate things, he is actually poor and exquisite, everything in the house, every low-key thing is full of luxury.

This cup was photographed, a set, he loves antiques, calligraphy and painting, sunken wood, and used to study these studies.

But no matter how you look at it, you are a bastard, tossing others, tossing yourself.

Pouring wine again.

Aya couldn't get enough of it, rushed over and snatched the wine bottle away, and slammed the glass down on the carpeted floor.

He was distressed, and he raised his eyebrows, "You dare." That's ......"

"Treasures smuggled from the colonial era of the Americas," Aya smiled and raised her arm.

He got up suddenly, grabbed her arm, and pulled it hard, the two of them pulled, the strength was not evenly matched at all, Aya frowned, his hand was really ruthless, from the arm to the wrist slipped red, the cup was in his hand, he threw it back to the bed, Aya also rolled into the chaise longue, and fell into the man's broad arms.

He wrapped his arms around her, angry, and pinched the back of her neck, "In the past, you didn't fall less when you were angry, and this set is the last one left, you itchy skin!" ”

A set of six, two of which are indeed Aya's discouragement, and the remaining three, Aya doesn't remember, maybe it was because she was sick in those seven years, and every time she woke up, the room was in a mess.

The memories were evoked by him, and for a moment, both of them were a little stunned.

As if he regretted it, he pinched his eyebrows, and opened his lips to the mellow aroma of a sip of red wine, so strong that Aya didn't know what he said.

Perhaps, he didn't know what he said.

So close at a distance, she almost lay on his chest, his fingers gently held her face, the light outside the window was blocked by her, his eyes could not see any color clearly, it was pitch black, and there was some moisture, or because of the smell of wine, faintly warm.

Looking at her face carefully, her long soft hair wrapped around the two of them, he murmured in a low voice: "Jian Xuanyi is not bad, she has been a seedling since she was a child." ”

Aya: "......"

"Didn't you like him before?"

What does this mean?

"Now that he has returned to his hometown in glory, he has grown into a handsome man, in his prime, and his blood is strong, do you like it more?"

Aya looked at him coldly, her thin lips were cold and hard, her expression was desperate, and her stubble was thick.

"If you think he can be trusted, rely on him

。 ”

She stared at him, and suddenly found that his black sideburns seemed to have a white hair, and she didn't know what it tasted in her heart, but she thought she was wrong.

How is it possible, a demon like him will grow old?

I didn't see it last time.

Her chest rolled, and she chuckled lightly, "You don't need to say it." ”

He squinted his eyes, laughed slowly, drunk and didn't know how much, burned his brain, and also stared at her snowy face, such a clean and beautiful face, gave birth to a child, it seemed to be more amorous, that was not what she revealed, saying that a woman's real beauty is actually her own beauty that she doesn't realize herself, gestures, eyebrows and corners of eyes, but faintly contains these beauty.

There was a smile in his eyes, but the curvature of his mouth was cold.

Roughly, he can say whatever he wants, but he can't resist her admit.

"With him?"

Aya pursed her lips, for some reason she was so angry, in fact, it was best for him to misunderstand.

"What about you?" He looked at her, "Huh? ”

She just wouldn't say it.

He used the tiger's mouth to pry her chin, and the arm hanging by his side was put on her waist at some point, and then went from the side waist to the back waist, deep waist socket, he put it.

Her eyes darkened for a moment, and the fire burned for a long time, starting from the time she fell.

What shirt to wear, what legs to show, the more he looked at him coldly, the more he saw the clear style in the corners of his eyes.

He thought, he's a jerk again, and he used to be fine with as much as he drank.

Now when I drink, I make a mistake.

In fact, he knew that there was not much difference between the past and the present, in the past, she dangled in front of her, and he would lose control if she shook it back and forth.

He pulled that little chin down, and he kissed her, almost like a wolf, like a bamboo, domineering and ruthless, grabbing her.

"You ......"

Aya didn't expect him to be like this suddenly.

His own shirt, he knew the structure, and when Aya realized that it was too late to hold it, he had his hand in it, and he covered it, and Aya beat him on the shoulder, damn bastard, he was drunk!

But he whispered, "Didn't you let your son come last night." ”

Aya smashed his head, angry. Is it the same thing! This bastard, she was ashamed, a stab on the lips, he gave a heavy hand, gnawed hard, forced out her tears, Aya grabbed his hair with both hands, pulled back, he knew that he was at a loss, his arm was tightened, he grabbed her like an iron wall, buried it in her arms, and whispered, "I know it shouldn't be like this, you are a good person, go and follow Xuanyi, but I ......"

He couldn't help it.

He licked his thin lips, exhaled deeply, his hands were already pulling around, the corners of his eyes were burning, and he said in a low voice: "Give it to it, one last time." ”

Aya was stunned with tears in her eyes.

He sighed on her dress, repeating the phrase one last time.

It seemed to be begging urgently, but there was an indescribable taste, Aya raised her neck, her hands were controlled by him, and his other hand spared no effort to keep busy, only to know that she was wearing socks, and cursed in a low voice, tore his hand, untied the belt, he closed his eyes and pressed his face into her neck, all in one go.

Aya frowned, looked at the ceiling, her eyes gradually shook, she grabbed his hair, slid weakly, and tightly clasped the back of his neck, blank eyes, wind and waves, she just remembered that she and Xiao Shu made biscuits just now, went to the kitchen together, baked, and waited when the eldest lady approached, opened the refrigerator to get the ingredients, she just turned her head and saw a small bamboo basket

。

Her gaze was fixed for too long, and she couldn't get closer, the eldest lady found out, looked at her stunned face, sighed softly and said, "It's bayberry, Mr. May Xi bought it, but no one at home eats it, my teeth are loose, and the little master can't let him eat it, so it's been almost two months, and the big black plum is quite fresh and tolerable, and it's not bad." ”

She stood deadly.

"Mr. Xi has bought a basket every season in the past four years, he said it is a habit, but Miss Aya, I think, see things and think about people. People like Mr. Xi hide everything deeply......"

Aya refused to listen anymore, and kept holding her breath, afraid that the tip of her nose would suddenly be sour when her breath fell.

In the end, she took a bite, and the ice was dregs, put it in her mouth, and waited for the ice slag to bloom, and the sour juice drenched the taste cells.

In fact, after giving birth to Xiao Shu, her physique changed, and she couldn't eat sour.

Now, this side of the tooth is numb.

He kissed it just now, and there was a short pause, and he also tasted the sweet and sour.

Memories are like a tide, lingering love, heart-wrenching hatred, and the acid that lingers in the mouths of two people.

At that moment, Aya's heart softened, she was stunned, her hand passed through his hair bush, what kind of temper and what kind of hair, piercing her palm, a little itchy, a little painful, the pain may be brought by his sudden rush, she closed her eyes, and those tears were densely packed between her eyes.

She said she couldn't tell what she was going to do, and did she get drunk with him?

She is not a weak woman, she makes a decision, and she will carry it out.

So in this chaos, she had a headache and didn't want to think about it.

From the chaise longue to the house, to the wall, he was as tall as a tree, and she was too petite, which would make his son have enough strength and spirit.

Aya hated herself and couldn't make a sound.

……**……

Xi Jiashu blamed himself, he was too tired to cry downstairs, and he was accidentally coaxed to sleep by his sister-in-law.

This awakening, the sun has gone down!

He kicked his calves and went to find Mommy!

But Mommy's skirt on the terrace was gone.

Barefoot rushed to Daddy's door, and although it was closed, he still stood on tiptoe and swung the door open.

"Daddy?" Whispered, probe in.

There were no lights on in the room, the air was a little hot, and half of the curtains were open, and a few burning evening clouds came in.

Xi Jiashu saw clearly, only Daddy was alone, leaning on the head of the bed half-open, bending one leg, putting his arm on his knee, and holding a cigarette in the other hand, playing, but not lit.

"Daddy, do you have a fever again?" Because the temperature of the air is a bit high, it is a little turbid, I don't know what the smell is, it seems that there is also the aroma of Mommy.

"Has Mommy been here?"

The man glanced at him and pointed lightly: "Come here, pick up the wine bottle." ”

Derpy Gua walked over honestly, picked up the wine bottle with two little hands, and looked at his father closely, only to find that his father's stone-like chest was dripping with sweat and had not dried

。

"Daddy, are you uncomfortable?"

When he heard this, he looked at the lady's bag on the sofa and fell back, his long fingers played with the cigarette, smiled lightly, and slightly frowned, "How do you know." ”

"I see you're so tired!"

He looked at his innocent son, his rough palm wiped between his wrinkled brows, and repeated in a low voice, "Dad is very uncomfortable." ”

"Where's Mommy?"

"She's gone."

Xi Jiashu pursed his little mouth, leaned on the edge of the bed softly, and stretched out two little short legs decadently, white dangling feet, and a low little head, just like the person at the head of the bed, each with their own thoughts.

……**……

Aya took the basket of bayberry in the refrigerator with her when she left that day.

She was full of anger, all at herself, and at this basket of bayberry, and wanted to throw it away halfway.

But the result was that when I got down the mountain, I got on the bus and carried it home.

As he walked out of the bedroom, he leaned against the wall, took a deep breath, frowned and fastened his belt, his bare upper body sweat beads quenching his hair, and his texture was stiff and mixed with red marks.

He whispered, I'm sorry.

Aya had never heard anything more sarcastic.

At that time, he threw the bag in his hand into his face.

He didn't hide.

Bastard-like.

Aya held on, ran downstairs neatly, took the basket of bayberry, and the aunt didn't respond to her call, and walked out coldly.

She understood what he meant by what he couldn't help but mean, that is, he was drinking, and he did a bastard thing in a moment!

This time, he was satisfied, and she rolled to Jian Xuanyi's side.

What a bastard.

Shameless.

When she what?

She didn't think about anything along the way, and when she got home, she stared at the basket of bayberry for half the night, and ate bayberry for the second half of the night.

The pain in the sore teeth was unbearable, and the nerves were numb to the acid, and they were all eaten.

Lay at home for a whole day and had to go to the hospital for a dental look.

She was nervous, and she tossed herself to death like this.

After being scolded by the doctor for the infusion and prescribing medicine, she woke up.

Guilty of it.

On the third day, Qingmeng came back to the apartment and invited her to pick out the photos of the wedding photography, and Ayaliso went.

On the fourth day, Jian Xuanyi asked the two of them to eat, but Aya had a toothache and still went.

A week later, her face was swollen, and she felt that it was time for Ziming to finish her anger, so she took a professional book, bought ingredients, and went to Ziming's apartment.

Halfway through, his homeroom teacher called.

Aya picked it up, a little expected, so she listened to the head teacher's criticism, and nodded again and again with a white face, "Yes, I have something to do this week...... I'm sorry, I'll find him. ”