Although Shenzhen is one of the cities with the highest average temperature in China, the temperature in late February and early March, especially on the seaside outside the city, will definitely not be high. At night, the temperature is a few degrees lower, and at this temperature, taking a cold shower is definitely not a comfortable experience.

But Zhang Jin, who was bored in his stomach, just wanted to be uncomfortable, so he took a cold shower after returning to the room.

The huge bathtub was full of cold water, and Zhang Jin was lying at the bottom of the bathtub in this cold water, no matter his head, face, or limbs, all of which were submerged in the water.

Although this cold water will not make Zhang Jin, who is physically perverted, meet the requirements of masochism and make him sick. But the chill of the cold water may be able to calm Zhang Jin down a little, otherwise he is afraid that his brain will be filled with depression and desire to destroy at any time and explode into a mess of flesh.

Although after enjoying a few minutes of embarrassment with He Qingqian, in the afternoon and in the middle of the night, Zhang Jin was in front of people, and his pretending to be casual was a success, and he looked like he was as usual, laughing and laughing. But in fact, from the embarrassing few minutes after noon, Zhang Jin wanted to escape from everyone's sight.

Zhang Jin wanted to be alone, or yell to express the sulkness in his heart; or wreak havoc to vent the depression in the heart; or self-abuse, using physical pain and dripping blood donations to divert their depression;

Zhang Jin thought that the unforgettable time between himself and He Qingqian had been completely forgotten by himself. I thought that the sweetness between myself and He Qingqian had already been completely squeezed out of my mind by Ye Hong's fiery love and all-encompassing pampering.

However, after the memory that had been precipitated in the depths of his mind today was suddenly stirred up by He Qingqian's words, Zhang Jin realized that he had never forgotten the sweet past. It never even faded. Every second was worth remembering. It's just suppressed by self-deception in the bottom of my heart, hidden in the most corner of my memory.

When this memory resurfaced, it was still as fresh as ever. It will bring Zhang Jin a deeper nostalgia.

So, this afternoon, I always think of this woman who was once held in the palm of my hand in my arms. is about to marry a wife, which will make Zhang Jin's blood surging almost self-contained. During this period of time, the peace cultivated with laziness and cultivation with piano and books has been completely disrupted, and only the irritability has become stronger and stronger.

Although Zhang Jin knew that he had Ye Hong, he should not be greedy to get Long Wangshu, and he should be blessed with a shallow wish. I wish her a happy marriage, a white head and a long age, and children and grandchildren around her knees......

However, he could not control his disordered heart. Every time I think of these words representing blessings, I use them on He Qingqian. He all had a desire to run wild.

The human heart is the most difficult thing to control, even if this heart belongs to oneself.

Zhang Jin lying on the bottom of the water. Tried hard to keep He Qingqian's shadow out of his mind. I worked hard to seal the memory that had just been unsealed today to the deepest part of my heart again, and tried to feel the coldness of the water around me with every inch of my skin to relieve the restlessness of my soul and body.

Zhang Jin lying on the bottom of the water. The eyes are slightly closed, the chest rises and falls violently, but there are no bubbles rising in the mouth and nose, the hands are clasped in front of the chest, the ten fingers are like a lotus pinching the 'immovable root seal', and the heart is silently chanting 'Lin', and the sound is penetrating through the mind, such as Hong Zhong Dalu.

Just when Zhang Jin was solemnly playing the game of 'pretending to be a naked male corpse in the bathtub' in the bathroom, a greeting outside the bathroom summoned Zhang Jin, who could not completely calm down even if he used "Nine Character Mantra" to suppress it.

"Xiaojin, what about taking a bath? Hurry up, old man, I have something to look for you! ”

Now the only person who can appear in Zhang Jin's small building in Haiwozi Village, and can casually call Zhang Jin 'Xiao Jin', is Mr. Liu.

Others, even the most respected old man in the village, Su Lao Hai Siquan, is also 'Xiao Zhang' or 'Xiao Zhang' when he calls Zhang Jin, although his tone is affectionate, but he still has some respect.

When Zhang Jin, who was summoned, climbed out of the bathtub, dried himself, and walked out wrapped in a bathrobe, he saw Old Man Liu sitting on the side of the small table in front of his bed, and a pair of chess pieces had already been laid out.

Seeing Zhang Jin come out, Old Man Liu smiled and beckoned:

"Lao Liu, I can't sleep, thinking about our two sons because they are busy with my move, and they haven't killed a game for a long time. So I'm going to come over and play a game of chess with you while it's still early. ”

Although Zhang Jin has mixed feelings in his heart, and he is about to suffocate, Zhang Jin doesn't want to talk to others about this kind of thing that he can't say clearly. So, Zhang Jin hid the irritability in his heart, pretended to be usual, and said with a smile:

"Old man Liu, aren't you really old? How long has it been? How long has it been? After all, I taught you a lesson on the chessboard the day before yesterday, right? One game of Go, two games of chess! ”

Zhang Jin was neither big nor small as usual, and Old Man Liu also said in a habitual tone:

"What so much nonsense? What's the point of breaking this thing, you won't go to bed so early every day anyway, what's wrong with me playing chess with the old man? ”

Since Old Man Liu had already said so, Zhang Jin stopped talking and sat down on the chair next to the chessboard, facing the old man across the chessboard.

Although Zhang Jin's mind is disordered, and his chess play is far less meticulous than when he was peaceful before, Zhang Jin is far better than Mr. Liu in chess after all, and because of the destruction and irritability in his heart, he is even more murderous and awe-inspiring in the chessboard, killing extremely heavy, and he fights and rushes violently, and his chess style is unprecedentedly fierce.

Therefore, under Zhang Jin's frenzy of ignoring losses and not being afraid of frequent pairs, the first game of chess was over in only ten minutes, and there were few pieces left on the chessboard. Compared with the usual situation when the two played the final game, Zhang Jin was able to maintain most of the lineup, and Old Man Liu could also have half of the carriage and horses left.

Then, the two of them wordlessly set up the chess pieces and started the second and third games......

It seems that in the killing of the chessboard, Zhang Jin found a way to vent the ferocity in his heart, and the old man Liu did not seem to admit defeat, forgot the time, and fought with Zhang Jin one game after another.

Just can't be long! The sharp edge of the soldier is easy to fold if it is too rigid! There is a 100-meter assault, but there is no 100-mile assault!

The irritability in Zhang Jin's chest was like a violent hurricane, and finally calmed down under the wear and tear of a killing chess array like layers of protective forests.

Although whenever he thinks of He Qingqian's appearance after putting on the wedding dress, Zhang Jin still feels depressed in his heart. But, from noon, the tyrannical and devastating desires that had been stored up for an afternoon and a night had been poured out.

At three o'clock in the morning of the next day, Zhang Jin and Mr. Liu, I don't know whether to finish the twentieth game or the thirtieth game of chess, the remaining chess pieces on the chessboard are finally similar to usual, no longer the original one, like the withering after the frost.

At this time, Old Man Liu, who had not spoken for the past few hours, finally spoke for the first time:

"How about Xiaojin, now that your heart is calm, right? Actually, you don't need to be so irritable, remember what I said? You and He Durian's girl are really a good match! And, I'm willing to bet with my tricks that have been used for decades, that girl definitely has you in her heart!

Since you also like, weishenme does not show? I promise, the result of your presentation is absolutely a happy ending! ”

Old man Liu has been with Zhang Jin for a long time, and he has been in an official position for a long time, although his stubborn temper is an alternative in the officialdom, but his ability to observe words and emotions is definitely not good.

Therefore, although he was embarrassed with He Qingqian for a few minutes in the afternoon and evening, Zhang Jin always tried to cover it up and try to pretend to be casual. However, its anomalies still did not escape the old eyes of Old Man Liu.

In addition, He Qingqian, who originally planned to stay in Haiwozi Village for two days, left in a hurry after just one lunch. Old man Liu, who has played with cultivation, old husbands and young wives, and can be called the elite of the love field, can naturally deduce from this that these two people seem to be 'in love'!

Therefore, Mr. Liu came over deliberately in the evening, just to relieve Zhang Jin and not miss fate.

Seeing that Old Man Liu had seen through his thoughts, Zhang Jin was stunned for a moment, and after being stunned unexpectedly, he no longer covered it up, no longer denied it, and no longer pretended to be nothing, but simply put down his strong shell, revealing the tangled appearance that he should have, and said with a wry smile:

"How can it be so easy as you say? It's not like you haven't seen Ye Hong. I admit that I can't let go of the shallowness in my heart, but I also can't let go of Ye Hong? ”

Zhang Jin's helpless look made Old Man Liu very dumbfounded, and said with an expression of hatred that iron is not made of steel:

"Why are you so rigid ? You're not a defender, and you're not a corrupt element, if you like both, you just want it, won't it be over? How big of a deal? ”

Old Man Liu's fluttering words made Zhang Jin can't help but glance at him, and said angrily:

"I said old man, do you think this is the old society? Also polygamous! That's bigamy! ”

Seeing Zhang Jin glance over, Old Man Liu also returned it with a white eye:

"What bigamy? Isn't marriage just a piece of paper? If you don't get married, you won't get it? In this society now, how many people are not married together? How many children's parents are not married with that piece of paper?

You said you were young, why did your brain die like this? If you like it, just be together, why don't you get married! ”

Old Man Liu's straightforward words reminded Zhang Jin of a famous saying of a great man: 'Any love that is not aimed at marriage is a hooligan'!

As a result, Old Man Liu, who played 'Genji Cultivation', played with old and young, and played with the old guy who insisted on stealing himself, was more qualified as a hooligan in Zhang Jin's mind.

Now that Mr. Liu is like this, what he says is still like a local magistrate who used to be dignified and used to be honest and honest as his public image?

Thinking of this in his heart, Zhang Jin's eyes couldn't help but reveal his heart.