Chapter 31: Reluctant?

The feeling of euphoria remained on the scalp, and Wen Jiang couldn't lie down on the bed.

She closed the book "Grimm's Fairy Tales", did not compete with Lu Shihan, stretched her legs and wrapped the thin blanket around her body, and got out of bed.

The root of his leg was a little uncomfortable, Wen Jiang squinted at the man who was concentrating on the ingredients in the kitchen, and then turned around and slowly observed the interior details of Lu Shihan's apartment.

The wall not far from the bed is a hollow brick wall that imitates logs, and the solid part is pasted with countless photos, large and small, which are disorganized.

The style of the photographs is more fantastical, and the use of light is very clever.

There is the sea of clouds on Mount Everest, there are roaring waterfalls, there are strange-looking animals that I don't know and can't name, there are broken walls, and there are people who kneel under the high walls like ants to worship Hajj......

Wen Jiang's gaze finally rested on a photograph in the lower right corner of the wall.

The scene in the photo is a half of a side face captured by someone looking back in the flying sand and being captured by someone in the wind blowing up a cloud of sand and dust.

The person in the photo is full of heroism, the side face has a high nose, and the short hair is blown by the wind, which is blown messily and scraped on the person's face, making the person in the photo particularly majestic, and his eyes are as deep as a violent storm behind him, bottomless, full of strength.

This person is not Lu Shihan, he is a young Caucasian woman.

What attracted Wen Jiang's attention even more was that she had a gun in her hand.

**

Wen Jiang withdrew his gaze from the photo wall, and there were several pieces of fitness equipment, treadmills, and stretching machines next to the floor-to-ceiling windows on the westernmost side of the apartment, a little far from the bed...... Wen Jiang remembered the abdominal muscles that Shicai had touched by himself and smiled.

Half of the wall connected to the bar counter was hollowed out to make a closet.

The things placed inside surprised Wen Jiang.

She has been fiddling with the guitar for twenty years, and the rest is mostly national instruments. There are erhu, purple bamboo flutes that Wen Jiang knows, and more musical instruments that she doesn't know and don't know why.

She suppressed her curiosity and sat back on the bed.

After more than half an hour, Lu Shihan came out of the kitchen, took a piece of home clothes from the closet, and handed it to Wen Jiang: "Violence/dew/fetish?" Put on your clothes and get out of bed and walk around. ”

Wen Jiang looked at his naked/naked upper body, meaningful: "Half a catty and eight taels." I'll look at the past, and then let you see it, it's fair. I put on my clothes, what do you see? ”

Wen Jiang didn't pick up the home clothes, Lu Shihan didn't force her, smiled and sat on the bed, straightened the front and back of the home clothes, and put it on Wen Jiang's head.

He also pressed the top of Wen Jiang's hair and smiled lightly: "Wear it, I've seen enough." ”

Wen Jiang's lips opened slightly, but he didn't resist.

Lu Shihan's wide loungewear was put on her, making her look much petite.

She straightened the corners of her clothes and asked, "Why don't you wrap my legs?" ”

Lu Shihan stood up from the bed, looked at Wen Jiang with lowered eyes, and teased her: "After a while, I will go off again, and I have to take it off, don't you feel troublesome?" ”

Wen Jiang: "There must be a limit to human hair/estrus." ”

Lu Shihan pulled his lips: "People do sports, and birds/beasts are called hair/heat." Put your reasoning away. At this time, get out of bed and eat quickly. ”

Wen Jiang crossed his legs on the edge of the bed, jumped off the bed, and glanced at him painlessly.

**

Wen Jiang followed Lu Shihan to the kitchen table.

Passing by the photo wall, she stopped and asked him, "Who took these photos?" ”

Lu Shihan also stopped and looked at her: "Most of them are me in the past, and a few are others who kidnapped my camera." ”

Wen Jiang pointed to one of them and asked, "Where did you shoot it?" ”

It's the churning sea of clouds.

Lu Shihan told her: "On the plane to Nepal, when I crossed Mount Everest. ”

Wen Jiang pointed to another broken wall that she had noticed before: "What about this?" ”

Lu Shihan thought slightly: "This is my friend's work, he was shooting in the suburbs of Damascus when he was running the news. ”

Wen Jiang didn't point to other photos, and concluded: "There are a lot of places to go." ”

Lu Shihan hummed, looked at the photo on the entire wall, and his eyes were soft: "People are old, it's normal to walk more." ”

Wen Jiang replied lazily: "When people get old, they go into a pile of soil, which is worse than the activity space of the frog at the bottom of the well, and they don't have to take half a step." ”

Lu Shihan: "Girl, is old the same as death?" ”

Wen Jiang didn't answer, and she heard the sound of rain smashing on the bay window of the apartment seemed to be a little louder.

The two stood quietly facing each other, and she asked half-loudly: "Who is the woman in the lower right corner, the cinnabar in her heart?" ”

Wen Jiang's face was serious and focused, and Lu Shihan asked her, "Do you think it's beautiful?" ”

Hearing Jiang's smile, he glanced at the woman again: "Beautiful." ”

Lu Shihan nodded silently, and asked again, "Like it?" ”

Wen Jiang snorted: "I don't eat women." What about you, cinnabar? ”

Lu Shihan happily told her: "Estelle." It's a good one. ”

Wen Jiang calmly replied, "Have you ever been on it?" ”

Lu Shihan pointed to the gun in the corner of the photo: "She is only interested in the feelings of the other party who give an eager response, and if she doesn't respond to her, she doesn't want it." See that gun? ”

Smelling ginger, he mumbled.

Lu Shihan smiled: "Every time she sees a man, she gives him a bullet." If she didn't dare to take it, she beat it up and left. ”

"Sent you bullets?"

Lu Shihan nodded and said lightly: "Send it, I coaxed it, knelt on the ground and begged her to take it back, she threw me on the sand like in the photo, and then died of old age." ”

Hearing Jiang's voice, she realized that Lu Shihan was playing with her.

She said sarcastically: "Since it's a good person, it's quite cowardly to miss it." ”

Lu Shihan immediately smiled faintly: "No matter how good she is, she is not mine, how can a man not recognize what belongs to him." ”

Wen Jiang sarcastically mocked him: "A woman never grabs something she doesn't like, she doesn't really like you." ”

Lu Shihan recalled this sentence and asked her, "Oh." So what taste do you have? ”

Wen Jiang: "...... A little blinder than her. ”

Lu Shihan burst out laughing.

Wen Jiang glared at him, and at this moment he was silent and not laughing, cold and hard, and she felt used to it.

Lu Shihan quickly stopped laughing and pointed to a photo of a deep-sea iceberg in the middle of the photo wall to show her.

There are also several ignorant penguins standing in the photo.

He asked, "Do you like such a place?" ”

Wen Jiang: "Antarctica? ”

Lu Shihan: "Well, near the Great Wall Station." ”

Wen Jiang's eyes lit up, but he deliberately expressed his indifference: "It's all water and ice, how can you appreciate it?" Appreciating the most primitive physical phenomena? ”

Lu Shihan believed what his eyes saw and pierced her: "If you like it, you can throw me a check, and I'll take you before you fall asleep." ”

**

Wen Jiang did not agree and did not refuse.

Such an exchange was too close, too quickly crossed her psychological line.

**

The two of them didn't stay in front of the photo wall for a long time and began to eat.

It's nearly a quarter past nine, and this meal has dragged on until now, and Wen Jiang is no longer hungry.

On weekdays, the three meals in the crew are irregular, and her stomach has not been able to hold much food in recent years.

The food on the table is very simple, Wen Jiang has already seen Lu Shihan cook porridge, but it is the first time to really taste his craftsmanship.

They are all very home-cooked dishes, and Wen Jiang has tasted them in the private restaurant she frequents in the past few years.

She didn't know if he had judged her taste so he chose these Cantonese dishes.

The trimmed lily and rape are cooked in water, stir-fried in hot oil, the olive kernels are fried and spread on the top of the plate, and the vegetarian dish is the nut lily, which is paired with the meat dish Beijing onion fried beef tenderloin.

Such a man is prone to the desire to find a partner; But such a man, more people only dare to characterize him as a cannon/friend who is good to get together and disperse without injury or pain.

Wen Jiang asked, "Brother, where did you learn it?" Please answer word by word. ”

Lu Shihan put aside a bowl of fragrant rice in front of her: "My mother opened a restaurant in the past, Cantonese cuisine, and I am familiar with it." ”

"Constant traffic?"

Lu Shihan was smiling at the corner of his eyes, and his eyes darkened slightly: "Quickly go out of business." ”

**

After the meal, Wen Jiang asked about the pile of national musical instruments again: "Will it?" ”

Lu Shihan shook his head: "No." ”

Wen Jiang took the guitar down and plucked it twice, and he said "no", so she wasn't ready to tune it well, but the pitch was there.

Wen Jiang didn't ask the guitar question, but said, "Put these things here as decorations, show style?" ”

Lu Shihan touched the erhu on the shelf and admitted: "There is no inside, the surface is to make up, and the façade is pretended." My dad's bequeath. ”

The dishes are because of Mom, and the instruments are from Dad.

Wen Jiang remembered the remaining eye-catching objects in this apartment, and asked him, "That pile of gym equipment, is it your brother or brother who needs?" ”

Lu Shihan nodded solemnly, leaning against the glass door of the cabinet where musical instruments were placed: "Smart." ”

Nonsense.

Wen Jiang knew that his words were adulterated and false, and gave up discussing these issues.

She held her guitar and played it for a while. The body rubbed against her bare/naked white legs.

It appears brightly colored.

Her slender fingers gripped the picks, playing with them freely.

Play her early masterpiece "Wandering by Your Side".

The song was controversial when it was written, and the lyrics were repeated over and over again with only two sentences, but the tune was different each time.

[I have traveled through many parts of the world, and I have heard of you, met you, and admired you; I have traveled more parts of the world before I realize that what I want to do most in this life is to wander beside you, to wander far away, to wander to the earth for a long time. 】

Wen Jiang remembers the lyrics he wrote clearly.

In those intensively scheduled concerts before the age of twenty, she used to hold the guitar and sing unplugged or cappella the most, which was this song.

It's been a long time, and when I touch it again, the score is still imprinted in my heart.

After playing two chapters, Wen Jiang stopped and asked, "Have you heard of it?" ”

Lu Shihan's ears still echoed the guitar sound: "I've heard it, it's rotten street." ”

Wen Jiang laughed, put the guitar back, and cut it: "Fire." I'm poor, I can't get rid of your checks, and I can't afford to buy firefighting equipment to extinguish fires. ”

She put it away, Lu Shihan pushed the glass door of the cabinet shut, and smiled: "Why don't you keep singing?" ”

Wen Jiang: "When I first sealed the pen, I thought, go to the fucking music scene." To go back, unless there is a reason why I feel particularly worthwhile. ”

She spat out dirty words again.

Lu Shihan frowned, but didn't say anything.

Wen Jiang raised his arms to pull off the home clothes on his body: "Borrow a coat that can go out." ”

Her naked/naked body was covered with all kinds of ambiguous marks.

Lu Shihan understood what she meant, she was leaving.

She came to sleep with him once, but not all night.

Lu Shihan didn't keep it, he lowered it tonight, and he couldn't keep it, he said, "I'll send you." ”

Wen Jiang refused, and asked, "What, reluctantly?" ”