Later, after the two got married.

Jiang Diezhen occasionally remembers the willfulness of wanting to eat cherry blossom ice cream that night.

She didn't know Jing Luoyu very well, but she had a trust in him for no reason.

In the dark, in the pain, in the cold, in the night, without falling.

She was stumped by another sour mood.

When she heard that Jing Luoyu had a woman she liked, she was depressed.

That's why I used the cherry blossom ice related to Zhou Yang to play with him.

In her youth, her memories of Zhou Yang were at dusk after school.

Go home in the old alleys of Beijing.

She sat on the back of his bike, holding up cherry blossom ice cream and licking it in small bites.

It's already hazy.

My mind is full of that night.

In a sober state, Jing Luoyu gave her the moonlight kiss like cicada wings and tulle.

Just like now, she didn't know Jing Luoyu's identity, but he took her into a courtyard full of ginkgo.

Jing Luoyu: "You sit down, I'll give you medicine."

The ginkgo biloba here is spread in a thin layer in the courtyard.

The smell of grass was in the air.

He easily placed her on a stone bench in the courtyard.

Jing Luoyu half-knelt on the ground and motioned for her to lean her feet on his lap.

The two are as intimate as lovers.

"Doesn't it hurt?"

His slender fingers covered her red. Bare feet and there is no love. Lustful and full of pity.

Under the moonlight, Jiang Diezhen shook her head lightly and smiled softly: "Why don't you apply medicine in the store." ”

Jing Luoyu: "I don't feel like you're happy. ”

He looked ascetic, and concentrated on spraying her with medicine, rubbing the wounded area with his palm.

The man's cuffs were unbuttoned, and the sleeves were folded and curved, revealing a clear line of wrist bones: "Will it be cold, it will be fine immediately." ”

She swallowed a few times, and the small piece of skin that he covered was hot as if it were about to burn.

But he was burned, and he still wanted to get close to him.

The snow-white soles of his feet rested on his knees, reluctantly, snuggling up to his fingers.

"I'm not unhappy."

She whispered, the tip of her nose and eyes red in the moonlight.

Only the lips are white, and they look pitiful.

was told by the owner's wife that he had someone in his heart.

How could she be happy.

"You eat fast, like you don't want to stay there for long." He whispered.

Jiang Diezhen's reaction was dull.

She thought slowly for a while: "Aren't you resting, you didn't look at me, how would you know." ”

When he took care of her carefully, the smell of medicine was diffuse all around.

The man lowered his eyes and helped her ice her joints.

Blowing softly against her ankles, breathing through.

He said, "Yes. ”

He delicately unwrapped the gauze as if it were binding a precious treasure: "I have been watching you." ”

Hearing this, Jiang Diezhen lowered her eyes, so helpless that she didn't dare to look at him.

Her panic was immediately alleviated by him.

"Not only did I buy medicine, I also carried half a bag of snacks."

He turned her out of the caramel-scented sugar-fried chestnuts in a paper bag: "Eat something hot, and it won't be cold." ”

She had smelled cane sugar and sugar sand before, and thought it was a hallucination.

Jiang Diezhen took it, her fingers swept over the sweet quicksand, took out one, and peeled off the yellow flesh.

She patted it with her palm, brushing away the fine sand.

The first one was fed to him.

The man wasn't going to take it in his hands.

Just let her pass it over.

His thin lips were against a steaming soft chestnut.

He ate it with his eyes half-down.

The tip of her tongue touched her fingers, a little bit.

She rubbed the warm soft wetness, slightly itching, and retracted her hand.

He didn't have any desire at all, his attention was on helping her put on rabbit fur socks, and he didn't take advantage of the danger to provoke her mood.

Jiang Diezhen's palms were hot for a while.

She looked at the dim night fog in the distance, trying to calm her heartbeat.

The ankle was bandaged.

She could barely hold on to her movements.

He had just taken a few steps and returned to his warm embrace.

He carried her through screens and embroidery.

Come to the warm room.

Jiang Diezhen found out.

There are a lot of porcelain, wood carvings, and other antiques here, and the shelves are full of vinyl and collected films.

The wing room has been transformed into a large screening room, which is heated and comfortable and dry.

Jing Luoyu didn't show off the treasure, and she didn't ask.

The artist's mind is no longer in art.

She was captivated by handsome men.

Jing Luoyu was worried that she was thirsty and went to the refrigerator to choose a soda.

His fingers paused on the cherry blossom flavor and took the mint leaf soda.

When he came back, he noticed that Jiang Diezhen's eyes were growing on him, and he even forgot to peel the warm chestnuts on his hands.

"You've been watching me, too."

His voice had just fallen.

Jiang Diezhen's soft voice came into his ears: "Then we will level each other." ”

Jing Luoyu found her a small blanket, put it on her knees, and only said that they would watch an old film that they hadn't finished watching before.

Jiang Diezhen's beautiful eyes were bent, thinking that he would choose "In the Mood for Love" or "Suzhou Creek"

This kind of atmosphere is the most viscous, and you can talk about some ethereal love in the close temperature.

It's like Bi Gan's poem: "When my light is exposed to you / Reunion is a dark room." ”

Two people were illuminated by a movie screen, blurred light and shadow.

In the end, I chose to watch a 2004 French film "Pont des Arts".

Ginkgo trees outside the window.

The golden part is broken down by the wind into many elves.

They all lie peacefully on the lattice, framed and embellished in the warm picture scroll of the two.

Jing Luoyu was with her, with a blanket.

He lowered his eyes nonchalantly.

The blue cold light of the movie shines on his Adam's apple, looking like an undulating snow-capped mountain.

It makes people want to lick the Adam's apple made of snow-capped mountains with the tips of their minty lips and teeth.

Jiang Diezhen was in a daze in front of the empty camera.

She whispered to him why he didn't agree to her WeChat.

"It's been a busy day, and I can't wait for you to finish the interview and go to you."

He was a little tired, his brow bones resting against her shoulders, as if her slender spine was his warm harbor.

Jing Luoyu's voice was a little deep.

"I have a lot of things going on at home, and I was afraid that they would find you trouble, so I visited your parents in advance."

"Professor Jiang has a strong demeanor and a clean life, and he can't be bent by the sophistication of others. So I waited for a day, and it didn't count Chengmen Lixue, it was my own impure mind. ”

"I have all the resources, don't worry about Sheng Su and the like harassing you."

"Do you like this courtyard, I only occupy two wings, and I don't usually come here."

"In the morning, I'm looking for someone to clean up and use it as a studio for you to design clothes."

in the movie.

On the Pont des Arts next to the Louvre, there are love locks, and the light and shadow of the Seine River in the distance are shining in the eyes of the two.

The light and shadow are bright and flickering, leaving only a beam of moonlight.

It's warmer than the warm orange dusk in a sixteen-year-old classroom.

Jiang Diezhen touched his finger in a panic.

The skin of the two people is next to each other, and the light mint soda smell ripples around the two people.

"Your family asked me what I thought of you, and I solemnly told them about getting married."

He leaned back lazily, his arms slackly resting on the couch, her long hair tickling his fingertips.

He said seriously: "It's really not a temporary idea. ”

"In the evening, my mind is very chaotic, and I always feel so sloppy, like I am bullying you."

The movie is over, and the room is silent.

His throat was itching, and he wanted to light the tobacco and relieve the silence in the blue flames.

But she was still sitting obediently in his arms.

Jiang Diezhen did not speak.

She didn't think he would be so responsible for her.

The two of them were so tight that he could almost see the cyan veins around her neck.

Under the thin skin, she jumped like a frightened bunny like her.

"Isn't it embarrassing?" He coughed lowly, a little hoarse.

Jiang Diezhen bit her lower lip and kneaded her hand on the velvet blanket a few times, very well-behaved, like a kitten stepping on milk.

"Marriage..... How long does it take to ....."

He replied quickly, "Two years, how's that?" ”

Jiang Diezhen asked, "Is there anything I need to do?" ”

"Huh?" He was a little puzzled.

Jiang Diezhen: "Is there any obligation I need to fulfill?" ”

Jiang Diezhen's eyelashes fluttered, blinking a little misty moisture, and her heart was very sour.

She decided that he was treated like this to help him block the wild bee wave or the family's urging to marry.

Until the person he really likes, willing to be with him.

Jing Luoyu didn't notice her twisted thoughts, and smiled lazily: "Then you have time to accompany me to Yuyuantan and see my grandfather." ”

"That's the only one?" Jiang Diezhen bit her lower lip.

The man asked, "Do you feel comfortable with the events of that night?" ”

"Hey, what are you doing?" Jiang Diezhen's ears burned all of a sudden, the corners of her lips tightened a little, and the velvet blanket on her legs was full of folds: "Don't think about that!" ”

"How about once a week?" He said.

"I'm afraid it hurts." Her eyelashes trembled with fright, her breathing was chaotic, and she rubbed against him in a bit of a panic: "Once a month!" ”

He let out a low laugh and said with a smile, "Well, deal." ”

"Grandpa is suspicious, you may have to act when the time comes."

"How to act," she looked at him obediently, and her sitting posture was very regular: "Demonstrate." ”

"Like, kiss me."

As soon as he finished saying this, the screen of his phone lit up and vibrated on the coffee table.

She took advantage of the person to look at her phone and subconsciously distanced herself from him.

The flirtatious atmosphere just now is like a snowman built in early spring, baked by the scorching sun.

He didn't reply, muted the sound, and casually turned off the screen.

Jiang Diezhen's face was very dry and she wanted to escape.

He grabbed her wrist.

The man was full of tiredness and laziness, and the corners of his lips smiled: "What are you hiding?" ”

Jiang Diezhen's mood has changed.

After the bright light of the phone.

She was like a playful child on a train ramp, standing at a loss at a loss at the sound of the warning.

The throbbing just now is gone.

All that remains, the emptiness that she is going to exit after two years.

"Whose news was it just now?"

Knowing that it was out of place, she still asked.

"Friends." He replied lightly, as if he didn't care.

"That's it." Jiang Diezhen was silent for a moment.

She heard her own voice, trying to disguise herself as little lost: "It's so late, it looks like I care about you." ”

Jing Luoyu responded.

He didn't think that He Jiaxin's group cared about him much.

He saw Jiang Diezhen's eyes drooping, and he felt a kind of grievance that he didn't want him to see.

It's as if it's not the distance that separates two people, it's the heart.

He remembered the wrong name she had called that night.

thought of her brother Yang, who she missed.

The corners of his lips suddenly curled into a self-deprecating smile.

Jing Luoyu: "If we don't get together one day, let's go eat cherry blossom ice together." ”

Jing Luoyu was in the dark, and her slightly cool fingers suddenly blindfolded her eyes.

I don't want her to see his loneliness.

His voice was a little hoarse, mixed with a smile.

The man kissed the corner of her lips very softly, like a dragonfly dotting water: "I'll give you one last chance to admit that I was wrong." ”

Drunk that night.

Jiang Diezhen didn't know when she would miss him.

In the moonlight, his knuckles were a little minty damp, and there was a light smell of medicine.

The warmth that makes her attached brings her a reassuring breath.

There's no way to be another person.

Her eyelashes, fluttering at the tips of his fingers.

It's like a butterfly imprisoned in the dark palm world by him, sprinkling glitter and bumping around.

The kiss was really light, like a fog enveloping the tiny wings, bringing a little wetness and then vanishing.

He let go of her and fumbled for an old axle lighter.

"Flutter".

Jing Luoyu didn't use birch, so he lit a cigarette.

It's like she has a heart, and it turns out that it's not impossible to settle.

Twist your thumb and forefinger and walk outside the courtyard.

He stepped on the fallen ginkgo biloba leaves, like walking through an autumn.

It turns out that there is a person in my heart.

It's just a minute, and it's like every three autumns.

Jing Luoyu's phone lit up.

On the friend application that you just approved.

There is a shy and serious sentence of Jiang Diezhen.

"I didn't admit it."

"I promise you."

In the dark room, her thin fingers were still trembling, but they brought that person, a red-faced connivance.