A bunch of annoying things lingered, and the boredom in the carriage also made her restless. Just as he was saying that he should calm down and sleep well, the phone rang again.

Sister Shuang's phone number flashed on the screen, and Ling Li breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it wasn't Xie Keer who came to the door again.

Ling Shuang didn't say anything, nor did she ask Ling Li about the result of going to the court today.

She just told Ling Li that it seemed that the elevator in the building was under maintenance and could not be used, and it was not so convenient for her to go up and down the eighteen flights of stairs while she was pregnant with a child, so she asked Ling Li to buy some fresh vegetables at the supermarket downstairs and go back.

Ling Li was a little stunned: "Sister Shuang, you haven't eaten dinner yet?" Don't wait for me, I'll be there at least nine o'clock. ”

Ling Shuang chuckled: "What can you do without waiting, you have worked hard all day, and you come back with a cold pot and a cold stove, it's too pitiful." You don't have to worry about anything else, just buy some leafy greens. ”

Ling Li's heart warmed slightly. Since the accident at home, no one has had to wait for her to go back for a long time before cooking.

It's just that on such a terrible sauna day, climbing up to the eighteenth floor with vegetables in my hand, I feel very sour when I imagine it.

Especially since she still has such heavy materials in her backpack, such a heavy cup, it must weigh at least two kilograms, this time on the eighteenth floor, it can be regarded as high-intensity overload training.

An hour later, Ling Li carried a bag of vegetables, stood in the foyer and looked at the elevator.

Sure enough, the elevator stopped running, and two workers were repairing, which seemed to be a problem with the computer panel in addition to something.

After asking when it would be repaired, the worker looked tired: "There are children in the elevator with water to splash the panel, the line has been short-circuited and repaired for a long time, and I don't know when the energy consumption will be." ”

Another master was glad: "Don't complain, fortunately I didn't hurt anyone." ”

After thanking the master, Ling Li took a deep breath, turned his head and walked to the stairs, and began the long journey home.

Fortunately, she had good physical strength, climbed eighteen floors under weight, and rested twice halfway.

It's just that when there is still the last layer left, some can't hold on.

She gasped, looked at the "17" hanging on the wall in front of her, saw that victory was in front of her, stopped and wiped a handful of sweat.

This is slimy, but it is really uncomfortable, the first time she enters the door after a while, while Sister Shuang is stir-frying, the first thing she has to do is take a bath.

While thinking about it, I lifted my calf, which was a little sore, and walked forward with great difficulty, almost as if I was moving the ground, and finally climbed the last section.

She had just reached out to push open the door that separated the stairs and hallway, when she suddenly heard what seemed to be a voice coming from the other side of the door.

Looking out of the half-transparent glass window above the door, the two entangled figures at the end of the corridor seemed very familiar.

One is tall and thin, and the other is slim and delicate.

It can be recognized at a glance, one of them is Nan Zhiyi, and the other is Wei Wei.

They hugged each other.

Even if it was expected, even if there were doubts about whether they were really reunited, even if it was learned from Sister Shuang's mouth that the two had openly hugged each other, the effect seen with their own eyes was still different.

In her confusion, the plastic bag in her hand fell to the ground with a small cracking sound.

But the two people who hugged each other tightly through a door were not alarmed by this small sound.

Nan Zhiyi was in a state of facing her, holding the back with long black hair and honey-colored satin skin in his arms, and his whole face was exposed.

He seemed to be wearing a light gray shirt, which reflected his somewhat pale skin and was not too healthy, and he rarely wore those rectangular glasses to cover some childish eyes.

But the tenderness in his eyes couldn't be hidden.

And the one in his arms, his shoulders twitching, seemed to be crying.

Ling Li felt that her eyes hurt, and she didn't know why she was like a thief. After a few seconds, she hurriedly retracted her head, exposed in the glass window, and retreated to the corner against the wall, feeling the beating of her heart and the sourness that gradually rose in her nasal cavity.

"Alright, stop crying." His voice drifted from afar, a familiar warm and magnetic voice, but the tone was unusually unfamiliar.

Specifically, it is the kind of voice that is gentle to the extreme, and careful to the extreme.

And in response to his rare tenderness, it was Wei Wei's sobbing voice.

She cried so hard that she could hear it clearly from afar, and from that voice it was surmising that she must have a lot of tears on her face.

Wen Yan's persuasion was ineffective, and his voice was a little helpless: "The makeup is on, it's not beautiful at all, I'll take a picture of you and pass it on your Internet celebrity Weibo, and I'm about to lose fans." ”

Sure enough, this sentence worked very well, Wei Wei's crying gradually lowered, and the corridor gradually became quiet.

Ling Li's heart began to be restless and restless.

Her breathing was a little tight, her back stiffened, and she stood motionless.

And the mood is also very delicate, with a bit of luck expectation, but more of a general waiting for the verdict.

She was waiting, waiting for Nan Zhiyi's next words. Lose or win, or just in the next second.

It's a long dozen seconds, but it's as long as a century.

Finally, in the distance, Nan Zhiyi's unusually soft voice came: "Your grandfather's pass is really difficult, I saw it five years ago, and this time I really have to live ten years less." You don't know how to say thank you for doing this kind of longevity twice? Still crying? ”

Wei Wei couldn't stop gasping, and he couldn't finish a sentence, but it didn't prevent the childlike disbelief in the voice: "You still talk about this, believe it or not, I'll cry hard again to show you?" ”

Hearing her counterattack, Nan Zhiyi seemed to be relieved, and immediately returned to the essence of the play, and his voice became colorful: "Don't, your dozen or so brothers said that whoever makes you cry again will be thrown off the roof of the International Trade Building. I was almost murdered by them because of you, and it was so easy to keep the clouds open and see the moon, and you still want to hurt me again? Then you will be able to cry and mourn with dignity. ”

Wei Wei snorted, and then did not speak, only a little sobbing from time to time, but it sounded like there was no trace of sadness.

Nan Zhiyi's voice softened again: "Okay, your grandfather has agreed, you can go home, you can get married, you don't have to hide around, you will see people in the future, how good." ”

"Hmm." Wei Wei finally spoke, but there was a thick nasal voice in her voice.

"Okay, the last plane to the imperial capital is eleven o'clock, and if you don't leave, it'll be too late." He said.

And Wei Wei, after laughing obediently, was a little moved: "Brother Xiaoyi, it's good to meet you." ”

After that, there was silence without any sound.

Ling Li couldn't help but wonder what drama was going on at the door, but she didn't dare to look back.

Is it a kiss? Or are you wiping away your tears? Or as he often did to himself, rubbing the top of his head with his hands, like rubbing a docile and obedient puppy.

She clenched her palms and finally wanted to turn back, but suddenly heard a shout behind her: It's spicy, the elevator is out of power, what the hell? ”

This is the voice of Nan Zhiyi.

"I had to take the stairs." This is Wei Wei's thick nasal voice.

Ling Li listened to the sound of the four wheels of the suitcase rubbing the floor from far and near, and suddenly remembered a serious problem.

She stood behind the door, afraid that they would find out in a few seconds.

But there was no escape, and there was no other exit for her to hide from here except this staircase.

Even if she immediately went downstairs and fled to the corridor on the seventeenth floor to avoid it, the empty space could be seen at a glance, and she would definitely be seen unless she turned into a small person a few centimeters tall.

Catch them off guard, pretend not to care, or smile and say congratulations?

It's embarrassing......

Otherwise, he simply pulled Nan Zhiyi's collar and yelled in his ear: "What are you?" Why don't you like me being so close to me? Why do you do so many things that make me misunderstand even though I am good with her! ”

Ling Li stood in place, her hands and feet were cold, and she was a little overwhelmed, and suddenly heard a dinging sound in her panic.

Wei Wei couldn't stop being surprised: "The elevator is good?" Wow, that's timely. ”

Nan Zhiyi also replied in a good mood: "Beautiful girl, good luck, I climbed up to the eighteenth floor, but you have to go downstairs, and the elevator will be repaired." ”

Wei Wei was not convinced: "You know? Ben fairy has always had good luck, except for the fact that she met you. ”

In response to her, it was Nan Zhiyi's complaining voice: "I just said that it was good to meet me, but I changed my mind at this time." Women, what fickleness. ”

Wei Wei had already laughed out loud: "Let's go, beautiful boy, let's go home." ”

Gradually, the sound of chaotic footsteps faded away, followed by the sound of elevator doors banging and closing. There were still some voices of conversation, but they were no longer audible.

And Ling Li could clearly hear the sound of herself starting to cry in the noise.

Lu Xiaoxiao is right, people hugged and kissed, and there are kiss marks on her body, how long can her self-deception last?

has been living in the little happiness he made up, until the intimacy between the two people opposite has been announced to the world, and even appeared in front of Sister Shuang generously, and now she is about to get married, she finally knows that there has never been anything between them.

I just didn't send her a wedding post.

Yes, that's what they should be.

Nan Zhiyi is also a man no matter how abnormal he is, such a stunning beauty is in the place where he touches it as soon as he stretches out his hand, no matter how dull he is, he can't understand the amorous feelings, after all, he is already in his thirties, and the sleeping hormones will wake up after all.

No matter how much he finds a sense of existence dangling in front of him, all he gets is sympathy.

Nan Zhiyi was only afraid that he would understand before her, so after that dispute, he automatically felt far away from her, and he didn't even show his face - so that in order not to run into her, even the two dogs had to be taken out of her sight.

already has the best choice, so naturally he won't take another look at her, the person who has failed him.

And what's the point of her still being amorous and feeling sorry for herself here?

She sniffed and comforted herself.

It's not a big deal, there can be said to be ambiguous between her and Nan Zhiyi, it can be said that it is a little bit closer, but indeed, he has never promised her, nor has he ever explicitly stated it, let alone really started.

What she has lost is nothing more than some gains and losses, and what she has experienced is just a period of bitter and sweet days, and she has nothing to lose, so what is she wasting time here for?

She has experienced too many unsatisfactory things than this, and this small setback is just the level of a mosquito bite, and she will not pay attention to it at all.

It's just, what's the sourness in your eyes?

What about the sound of my heart shattering to the ground like glass shard?

She slowly ascended to the eighteenth floor, feeling the moonlight shining through the patio window into the room, as if it was about to brighten the light on one side, stinging her eyes sour and astringent.

She lowered her head and endured not to make a sound, but the floor tiles under her feet left a few traces of stars, dyeing that piece dark.

And the thin shadow on the wall, alone, can be seen shaking on the shoulder.

Having cut off this bond, she seemed to be back to the state of being empty again, but unlike before, on the eighteenth floor, there were still people who needed her.

Yes, Nanzhiyi doesn't have a place for her here, but for others, she is the straw that saves lives.

For example, Ling Shuang, such as Chen Rong, and Xie Keer who wants to date her all over and around.

Well, she has a presence after all, not as anyone's pastime, nor is it.

Ling Li stood silently against the wall for a few minutes, waited until his breath gradually subsided, took out the mirror and saw that his eyes couldn't see the strangeness of crying, straightened his back and held his head high, strode to the door of 1802, took the key and poked it into the keyhole and turned around twice.

After that, he pushed open the door and said loudly, "Sister Shuang, I'm back." ”