Zhou Changnian said: "I want to have a meeting. ”

Jiang Shu's hand wrapped around him, his white wrist was like a piece of snow, there was a kind of fragility that would break when it was broken, he raised his head, and begged softly with his eyes: "Then can I be here all night?" ”

Zhou Changnian put her on the bed: "Yes." ”

After he left, Jiang Shu pulled up the quilt and covered his head. The quilt is brand new, without the dull sandalwood on Zhou Changnian's body.

Thinking that he was next door, Jiang Shu's heart relaxed a little, but as soon as she closed her eyes, she saw a figure hanging on the beams of the house.

Later, she fell asleep and began to tremble uncontrollably, increasing in amplitude.

It's like going back to the night when she couldn't untie the tightrope, the more she cried, the more anxious she became, and the more she cried, the more desperate she became.

Jiang Shu woke up suddenly, jumped out of bed barefoot, and ran wildly regardless of it, going outside to find Zhou Changnian.

Zhou Changnian heard the movement and raised his eyes to look out of the door.

Jiang Shu stood there, with a pale little face, her eyebrows and dark eyes were as if she was engulfed in the abyss, suppressing the tremor of her jaw, and her eyes looked at him for a moment, like seeing the Savior, and she could cry out in the next second.

But she didn't take a step forward.

Zhou Changnian was holding a video conference, his expression was serious, and there was still an unfinished momentum between his cold eyebrows and eyes.

Jiang Shu remembered the boundaries that had offended him before, and froze in place and didn't dare to step forward, her lips moved, but she didn't say anything.

Zhou Changnian beckoned to her, and when she approached and pulled into his arms, he touched the cold skin: "Have a nightmare?" ”

It seems to have a soothing power. Jiang Shu rested her head on his wrist, her forehead pressed against the rosary on his wrist, tilted her head sideways, and looked at him fixedly, her eyes were very red.

His body was still shaking.

Zhou Changnian changed the mouse to the other hand, stretched his slender fingers into her hair and rubbed it, and turned his gaze to the screen: "Lie down for a while." ”

Jiang Shu pillowed his hand, and the beads were obviously strange, but he quickly felt sleepy.

Before I was unconscious, I heard the video asking: "Zhou, when did you secretly give birth to a daughter?" ”

She heard Zhou Changnian say calmly: "I raised a gadget." ”

When I was awakened by the nightmare again, Zhou Changnian's meeting was over, and he was looking at the computer.

Jiang Shu looked at his focused and calm eyes, suddenly spoke, and said slowly: "I dreamed that it was time for my dad to die." He hung himself from the beams of the house, and with a thin wire rope, the rope was strangled into his bones, and I untied him, and his head seemed to fall off in the next second. ”

Zhou Changnian didn't say anything, just looked at her quietly. The eyes are as calm as the surface of the lake, and there are no waves. There is no pity, but there is no impatience.

He doesn't explore the gadget he raised, how pitiful the story is behind it, and who he hopes will save the dust.

Like the confessional room in a church, you have a problem statement, and God doesn't solve anything for you, just watches in silence.

How can you expect the idol to come down from the clouds?

But she seemed to touch her fingertips.

Jiang Shu slowly raised her hand to wrap her arms around him, unbuttoned his shirt, her lips ran an inch along her collarbone, and then came to his slender and tight arms, and the latent force was outlined under the skin.

Zhou Changnian turned off the computer.

Jiang Shu kissed his wrist and kissed the beads on his wrist one by one, and her voice was weak and soft like a kitten whimpering: "Do you want to?" ”

Zhou Changnian stared at her with dark eyes like ink, pushed the computer out, lifted her legs, and let her sit on the table.

It wasn't until dawn that Zhou Changnian carried her into the bedroom and put her down. His hands rested on either side of her forehead, leaning over to gaze.

The placket was open, and the freshly healed wound snaked from the back into the chest.

Jiang Shu rarely intuitively visualized his body like this, perceiving the surging power of calm and calmness, and there was a kind of repressive tension of waiting for the situation.

The abyss is mountainous, and the mountains and rivers are accepted.

Her voice was soft and exhausted, her eyes were full of moisture, and she whispered, "Is it up to your limit?" ”

Zhou Changnian's dark eyes were like the moonlight scattered outside the window, calm and cool: "It's your upper limit." ”

Jiang Shu tried hard to raise her arm to wrap her arms around him, carefully touched the tip of his nose, and snorted: "Not yet." ”