Jiayi looked at him dumbfounded, what did he say?

What is he jealous of that cup for?

Maybe it was the magic of the liqueur, maybe it was the interior lighting, maybe it was the sleeping Paris outside the window that bewitched her, anyway, she actually felt that his gaze seemed to be more and more gentle?

She wasn't sure, because he was so close to her, so close that her eyes couldn't get a proper focus.

"Jiayi," he whispered her name, his voice low and murmuring.

It was the first time he had called her like this, so gently.

He was closer to her, so close that she closed her eyes, for his dilated eyes made her feel an inexplicable palpitation. The warmth encompassed her, and she struggled only a moment, knocking over the ice bucket resting next to the carpet, and she heard the spilled ice on the floor and the gurgling of wine on the floor.

"The wine spilled." She said.

"Let it splash." He replied.

Gu Weisheng got closer and closer to her, she subconsciously grabbed the corner of her clothes under her, she was short of breath, and for some reason, her sister's appearance suddenly flashed in her mind, and Yi Zecheng flashed again.

Her heart pounded, and she opened her eyes and turned her head away.

Gu Weisheng stopped in place a little embarrassed, and then smiled softly, "Don't rush, take your time." ”

Jiayi looked at Gu Weisheng, feeling a little uneasy, so she opened the topic: "I didn't expect that the moon in Paris is so charming." ”

Gu Weisheng looked in the direction of Jiayi, the neon was shining, the street lamps were like beads, and there was a moon sandwiched between the jagged high-rise buildings like a forest, blurry and hazy, as if a halo on the marble, not clear, but deep into the texture.

She whispered, "Thirty years ago, the moon should have been a red and yellow halo the size of a copper coin. ”

He grew up abroad since he was a child, and he also knows that this is a sentence from Zhang Ailing.

The person in front of her is completely different from before, she prides herself on being selfish and even has a black heart, but she doesn't want to, she will still read Zhang Ailing.

He has been abroad for many years, and most of the Chinese women he has seen cannot even speak Chinese, and it is rare for her to have the delicacy and elegance of her homeland.

She said: "The pollution in China is too heavy, and in a few years, I am afraid that I will not even be able to see the moon clearly." ”

Suddenly, he said, "There is a place to see." ”

At the next intersection, Abruptly turned the car around, and didn't say anything more to her, she vaguely guessed a little in her heart, and sure enough, he drove the car all the way out of the city to a remote foot of the mountain.

There are not many cars on the mountain road, and the two street lamps jump out of the window one after another, like lonely shooting stars.

It took a long time to see the two lampposts opposite, long and straight, the headlights of the cars coming from the opposite side, but when the streamer turned, they were staggered in an instant, and they were quickly thrown behind.

Countless lights and shadows were quickly left behind, and more lights came up to meet them, and the car seemed to pass through the fog, turning a corner, and then turning a corner, and driving up the mountain road.

In fact, there was no fog at all, and there were trees on both sides of the road, and the shadows of the branches and branches were reflected on the front window glass, like thin and brittle ice in winter.

I still remember when I was a child in boarding school, there would be crystal frost flowers outside the glass window of the dormitory in the morning, which was so beautiful, but it didn't last.

She didn't want to think deeply, so she just let him drive the car forward.

When he reached the top of the mountain, he slowly turned off the car and stopped.

She pushed open the door and got out of the car, the night was as cold as water, there was the sound of chirping insects in the grass beside the road, and the wind was like countless tiny hands, rushing through the placket of her clothes and into her arms.

The city below the mountain is a Zhuhai of lights, like overturning the pearl of Wanhu, piling up the depths of crystal clear red dust.

When I looked up, I could see the moon, which seemed to be smaller and farther away because of the vast sea of lights below.

The moonlight was blue-gray, and it shone on the human body like a thin and brittle veil, which rustled at the slightest rubbing.

But the sound is also pleasant, reminiscent of ivory-white taffeta, embellished with Moroccan glass veil, and the long skirt swaying across the grass.

Silently, she walked up the steps and sat down, her elbows resting on her knees, as if a child were seriously thinking about something.

He also walked over to her and sat down, not close, but not far away, like children sitting in rows.

He didn't speak, she didn't speak, and the two of them sat quietly looking at the moon, a distant, small, bright white.

I don't know how many people's lives it has seen, the bright moon does not know how to leave hatred and suffering, and the oblique light penetrates Zhu Hu.

In fact, it also knows it, but it has seen too many joys and sorrows, so it finally hardens and becomes brittle, and the light is also thin, cold, without a trace of pity.

The wind was strong, and it was a little cool on people, Gu Weisheng also felt it, took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders for her, and hesitated when his hand fell, as if he wanted to hold something, but he still retracted after all.

His coat smelled of his, clean shaving water and shower gel, and she tucked her chin into the collar, the structured collar of her suit made her feel like a hermit crab, the shell was stable and proper, and the magnificent ocean outside, too vast and boundless, made people feel timid.

"Jiayi."

He finally called her name, and she turned her face very quickly, and even she wondered if she was actually waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting for this sound.

Gu Weisheng didn't ask, but she said it herself: "My sister has suffered a lot, if I can, I hope my mother didn't give birth to me at the beginning, maybe in this way, my sister won't leave so early, in this way, everything that follows will not happen." ”

His voice was extremely soft, but there was a faint sadness, "There are many things in this world that are forced to do so. That's probably life, and we have to learn to compromise. ”

Jiayi couldn't help but smile softly.

"What are you laughing at?"

"I'm just thinking, if one day you don't become a doctor, you can become a teacher, or a psychiatrist, and watch you say the truth, one after another."

"Being a teacher? Well, that's not bad, in ancient times, Zhou Shuren abandoned medicine and practiced literature, and now I don't want to take effect and imitate it, it's not impossible. ”

Jiayi sighed and half-jokingly said, "Forget it." ”

"How?"

"If you do become a teacher, I'm afraid the students won't be able to concentrate on the class."

He smiled, "Am I so undignified in your eyes?" ”

Jiayi shook her head, "No, I'm afraid that the students won't have the heart to listen to the class when they see your face." ”

"Thanks for the compliment."

"You're welcome."

After sitting for too long, his tie was a little crooked, the small square pattern of fine pieces, slightly twisted into countless diamonds, and the loose Windsor knots lined off a handsome face.

He was handsome, like a statue, with fine beads of sweat on the tip of his nose, and on such a cool night, he was sweating, adding some real feeling to his people. His eyes were clear and deep, and his single eyelid was narrow and long, like the deepest trench in the world, and he could never get out of it if he fell into it.

The hard cement roadbed beneath her suddenly melted into a sponge, as if she was sitting on a boat, and the whole world rose and fell as if she were in a motion sickness.

For some reason, Jiayi thought of Yi Zecheng.

still remembers that in the three years of marriage, she rolled around at Yi Zecheng, begging him to take her around, but Yi Zecheng always ignored her on the grounds that she was busy.

Now, she finally has the opportunity to come out and walk, but there are already things and people around her.

"How do you look at the moon and the rest of the country?"

"It's no different."

Yes, it's no different, it's exactly the same as the moon she watched when she climbed the hill with her sister when she was a child.

The two stopped talking, just looked up at the moon quietly.

The wind blows on people's bodies and soaks them coldly, as if blowing away the embers of those fireworks, and all prosperity has fallen.

The black, velvety night gently enveloped her, and everything was so diffuse that it was like a dream, and when she woke up there was only silent blackness; It's like a child who is caught in a nightmare, crying and struggling to wake up, but the surroundings are quiet, and even the crying is a dream.

She felt that her body was cold, but she stood up as if nothing had happened, and said with a smile: "It's nothing, the moonlight is beautiful." ”

She gave him his coat back and walked straight to the car, the coat was already stained with her scent, she didn't like to use perfume, but she had a faint fragrance on her body, which reminded him of the spruce primeval forests in North America, the blue mountain lakes, the deep water, and even the reflection was clean and clear.

He didn't know if the scent had remained on his coat or on his heart.

Gu Weisheng answered the phone and went out, he sent himself downstairs to the hotel, and left, before leaving, he told her: "Rest early." ”

The suite she lives in is on the seventh floor of the hotel.

The elevator of this hotel is a gorgeous antique elevator, although it is a European-style building, but it is a medieval style.

Entered the elevator and pulled on the antique iron grille with openwork, and she leaned on the iron grille in the elevator and was stunned.

The elevator rose slowly, and a pale blue lamp in the elevator reflected the shadow of the iron grille on the snow-white wall, slowly climbing up one by one, and her temples slowly pulled pain.

I guess I've been blowing the wind in the mountains for a long time just now, and I may have a cold.

She felt a little breathless in her nose. Even the spirit is a little trance.

The elevator bell rang, and the seventh floor arrived.

Jiayi stood alone in the corridor, the corridor was empty, the wallpaper patterns on the walls were glowing with a dim silver light, for some reason a sense of loneliness came up, the air around was cold, and at the end of the corridor was a window, a wisp of wind swirled in, and it was chilling to hit the body.

She swiped her room card and turned around and entered the room, her body was already tired, she turned off the light, climbed into bed, and fell asleep in a daze.

The next day, Jiayi didn't know if Gu Weisheng slept last night, and she didn't know if he went back to the hotel last night, in short, when she got up and opened the door, she was a little in a trance when she saw Gu Weisheng still wearing a suit and leather shoes, and she was in a trance.

He and Yi Zecheng glanced at each other, both of them were people living in glass covers.