"Sit down", Mengyun asked him in a low voice.

He realized that they had walked into a street garden, and it was quiet everywhere, and there were several couples talking sweetly about love.

"Okay"

"It's the first time I've seen you look so relaxed today."

"Really?"

"Hmm. When I saw you before, I always felt like you had a lot on your mind. But I just can't see what it is! Mengyun shyly buried her red face in his shoulder socket and gently rubbed it, "I can hear your heartbeat now."

He gently cupped Mengyun's head and stared at the beautiful face. Just as Mengyun closed his eyes in front of his eyes again, his lips could no longer hold back and kissed her lips a stone's throw away.

This lingering made him dizzy, and his body really seemed to be flying with the butterfly with emotional pleasure, intoxicating him, making him obsessed, which was the most real desire and need of his mind, and almost made his ears deaf because of it.

One drop, two drops, the feeling of continuous water permeated the lips that he and Mengyun kissed. He opened his eyes strangely, and saw Mengyun and his smiling face covered with tears.

"What's wrong?" Away from the lips that seduced him, he reached out to wipe away the warm tears.

"Nothing." Mengyun tightened him tightly again, so hard. But the words that came out of his mouth were so tender and sweet: "You know what, you were the first man to kiss me." But you couldn't bear to give up once, I don't know why I'm attached to you, but I feel real with you, you make me feel at ease. I don't know if I love you or not, but I really like you. I don't want to ask you what you think about me, I just want you to tell me that I didn't read you wrong. ”

"Of course, although I don't know what you're referring to, I'm who I am and won't be another person." He vaguely felt that there was something in Mengyun's words, but he couldn't guess why.

The night was quiet and noisy, so noisy that people couldn't think calmly, but time still didn't stop every second.

**********

After taking the cigarette that Mengyun lit for him, and just took two puffs, Mengyun suddenly leaned on his chest from his side and said, "If one day we have to face great resistance, can you be like a man, will you still be by my side?" ”

He kissed Mengyun's forehead: "I was originally a man. After a pause, he felt that he really needed to know why he always felt that something was between him and Mengyun.

"Can you tell me what it is?"

"I don't know exactly, but my instincts tell me that sooner or later." Mengyun said a little worriedly. And leaned her face against his bare chest and rubbed it gently: "Hua, I gave you all the first time, but I don't regret it at all, because I believe I didn't misread you." Even though we didn't seem to be in contact, I basically really felt like I knew you well, including why you had such long hair. Remember what I said the other day that you should have cut your hair? ”

"Remember"

"I don't want you to forget her, but what I want is that when you're by my side, it's just me in your heart, even if it's pretending, I'm willing. Because I believe that you will be a very responsible man. ”

He really didn't know how to answer Mengyun anymore. Indeed, the girl next to her did not regret giving herself all her firsts, and without knowing it, all the past events that made him remember the most have been known to her clearly.

Although it has been almost a year since the "fresh" incident, not many people know about it, and it seems that many friends around him have "betrayed" him. It turned out that he thought that he would never fall in love with another person again, because the matter of "Xian" had made her no longer believe that a person she loved only thought about feelings, and money was the direct reason why he and "Xian" broke up, they were so harmonious. But the understanding of money is different, he doesn't care about the concept of money in the money society, and "Xian" is a complete money worshipper. This made him very sad, and he tried hard not to care about her thoughts, but he really couldn't change himself to adapt to this kind of thinking of "Xian".

Before Xiao Yang's haircut that afternoon, he had never cared about Mengyun's existence, and perhaps he was only touched by her words from that day on. But when she was treating her wounds that night, he really didn't know how he was moved by her, and he fell in love with her for no reason. And today's purple clothes made him sure once again that he was really in love with her, maybe it was an appearance, maybe it was a feeling, but he knew that this feeling could make him bear and pay willingly, and that feeling had never been stronger.

He still doesn't know a lot about Mengyun, before this he thought he wouldn't care and think, but today's Mengyun's words made him tell himself again that he had to think about it. Mengyun ——— a girl about her age, why didn't she stay at home? Why is it alone in the city? Why can you rent this two-storey house and just open a hair salon? This house has been empty since it was repaired, so why rent it to her? Could it be that the owner of this house has something to do with her? Does she have some unusual background? There are still a lot of questions in his head. I thought about it, but I just couldn't figure it out.

"Why don't you speak?" Mengyun felt that he had been silent and looked up to ask him.

"Oh. It's nothing. I'm just thinking, how do you know I have so much? How can you believe that you are not mistaken? Because I know very little about you. He gently stroked Mengyun's face, and then put the cigarette butt into the makeshift ashtray made of plastic cups that Mengyun had been holding in his hand.

"It's not a lot, but it's still a lot." Mengyun grinned: "I know that you play the guitar well, and you don't sing very well, but it's very moving." ”

"You've heard of this, and what else?" He took the ashtray from Mengyun's hand and placed it on the floor next to the bed.

"And knowing that what you write is good, you can call it a writer, so to speak. But you don't like to write about yourself because you're only writing for yourself. Once your colleague copied your poem and sent it to the newspaper, and when it was published, he was happy to tell you, but you scolded him. You don't give face! ”

"That's because he knew I didn't want to, although there was no malice, but it wasn't my intention!" He explained: "My mood belongs to me, I write for my own mood, not for others to appreciate, let alone for the manuscript fee!" ”

"I know, everything you wrote is in a book called "Essays and Thoughts"."

"Anything else?" He had to admire her "reconnaissance" ability, but he was incredibly surprised by his dullness.

"I still know why you ......" Mengyun suddenly stuck out his tongue and said no more.

He patted Mengyun's face and said, "Say, what else do you know, it's okay, I don't mind." ”

"Then I said, in fact, it really doesn't make sense for you to have long hair, you must know that giving up on you is something she doesn't cherish herself, that's because she can't know what a real man is. I'm so happy you came to cut your hair that day. ”

But he didn't know why he walked into the hair salon that day, and why he said he wanted to cut his hair. Maybe Mengyun is talking about his subconscious at that time! He hugged Mengyun tightly, and he really couldn't say anything more. Words seemed to be superfluous at this time, and there was no suitable language to describe his mood at the moment.

Through the glass, he saw that the moon outside the window was so bright tonight, as if he could hear the night breeze singing happily, it was his mood that dissolved into this beautiful night, so light, but there was still something faint in his heart, but he couldn't tell what it was.