1979 Golden Age

13 minutes later.

Chen Qi was lying on the bed, Gong Xue resting her head on his chest, her clothes were a little messy.

Nothing could happen in the tube building, at most they could kiss and touch each other, and tell each other their true feelings. Besides, it was winter now, and it was inconvenient to wear long johns - long johns were one of the most unpleasant things.

Not to mention woolen trousers and cotton trousers, none of those overbearing CEOs fell in love with Northeast girls.

Come on, tear up my long johns!

Come on, tear up my yoga pants!

These two feelings are different.

Chen Qi touched her hair and told her stories in Hong Kong, most of which were written in the letter, but Gong Xue was more willing to listen to it when it was said in person, and asked a few questions from time to time.

"When will you go?"

"After the Spring Festival!"

"Then we won't have much time to spend together..."

Gong Xue raised her body and turned into a prone position. She looked at him with tenderness in her eyes and said, "I will go to Guangdong with the crew next week. We will shoot for about a month, and then I have to go home for the Spring Festival. At most, we can be together for half a month."

"Half a month? Then we will be separated again. Forget it, I won't go to Hong Kong."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Gong Xue covered his mouth and said, "The country has entrusted you with such an important task. How can you just say you won't go? I'm fine. I'm also very fulfilled at work. Time flies."

"Wow, your awareness is much higher than mine!"

Chen Qi thought for a while and said, "I should still be in Hong Kong in the first half of next year, and we can work together in the second half."

"Hmm? What do you mean?"

"I have an idea recently. I will start a play next year and you will be the heroine."

"You have another play? Let me play a crazy woman who misses her son again?" Gong Xue said with a smile.

"This is a serious play, produced independently by our company, with huge investment, serious subject matter, profound content, touching and creative, and will be going to the film festival..."

"What kind of play is that?"

"You'll know when the time comes!"

"Just tell me!"

Chen Qi was mysterious and refused to reveal anything no matter how he asked. Gong Xue pretended to be angry and said, "Forget it if you don't want to tell me, don't expect me to come over tonight."

"I didn't tell you to come over!"

"You said it yourself, don't regret it."

Gong Xue nodded at him and was about to get up, but Chen Qi hugged her and rolled on the bed again: "I just had an idea now, there's nothing much to say, I'll show you the first one after I finish writing the script."

"Let me go!"

"Hmm!"

After making out again, the two of them straightened their clothes and got up at dusk.

Gong Xue said, "You go back first. I'll go after I eat."

"We can go together."

"No, there are so many people over there!"

"Then I'll go first. By the way, I need to take a shower...you should take a shower too."

"Oh!"

Gong Xue blushed and pushed him out.

Afterwards, she tidied up the room, found a few replacement clothes and toiletries and stuffed them into her bag, and went to the canteen to eat first.

Wang Haowei was there too. He called her over. When he was not filming, he returned to his friendly attitude and joked, "Xiao Gong, how are you adjusting to your state? Can you shoot tomorrow?"

"Director Wang, even if I take half a day off today, I'll be fine tomorrow."

"Really? I see you're very happy. You definitely won't cry tomorrow!"

"Oh, don't make fun of me!"

Gong Xue pouted, quickly finished her dinner, then went to the factory bathhouse to take a shower, and rode out on her bicycle again.

It's not easy to find a place for a tryst these days. When Zhang Yi and Gong Li were in love, they had to look all over the street to get a room. Chen Qi has an independent yard, which is very convenient.

But Gong Xue is shy. If it was only Liang Xiaosheng, it would be fine, but there were so many strangers living in the front yard.

She was embarrassed to show up in front of everyone.

Arriving at No. 6 Lechunfang, she entered from the corner door as if she was familiar with the place. She looked at the front yard, but she couldn't see or hear anything. There was only a brick wall and the back eaves of the main house in the front yard...

She couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the yard was big enough and had good privacy.

With a creak, Chen Qi came out of the study, speaking in a translator's voice: "Oh~ my dear sister, you are finally here! You are brighter than the moon in the night sky, and the stars are not even one ten-thousandth as bright as you!"

"Where is the moon today?"

Gong Xue didn't respond, parked the car, and said: "Why aren't you watching TV in the house?"

"What's so good about these crappy programs? Those kids are really enjoying them. I bought a TV for the editorial department, and they are still watching it like crazy."

"Do you think everyone is like you?"

The two entered the study, and Gong Xue picked up the book he was reading, a foreign novel "I, Robot", written by Isaac Asimov.

"What kind of book is this?"

"Science fiction!"

"Science fiction?"

"It explores the moral, ethical and social relationship between humans and robots. I brought a lot of Western novels to Lao Liang, enough for them to copy, ah, enough for them to reprint!"

Gong Xue flipped through it, not interested, and just said: "Have you seen my paintings?"

"What paintings? I just got back."

"In that painting jar."

A painting jar is a porcelain container specially used for calligraphy and paintings. It has a wide mouth and a big belly. Calligraphy and paintings are mounted and made into scrolls and placed in it.

Chen Qi took a look and saw that there really was one. He pulled it out and opened it. It was a Chinese painting of flowers. The pink flowers were like small fans, with a unique posture. The green branches and leaves stretched down, subtle and beautiful.

The signature reads: Painted by Gong Xue in Lechunfang during the Mid-Autumn Festival of the Year of Xinyou!

He also collected in his previous life, and has a certain appreciation of calligraphy and painting. This sister's level is considered good among amateurs, but she must be praised: "Simple, clear, bright and elegant, what kind of flower is this? Is it a cockscomb?"

"This is called Albizia Julibrissin! Albizia Julibrissin flower!"

"You don't draw the moon during the Mid-Autumn Festival, but draw acacias? Do you miss me so much?"

"Well, I just miss you!" She didn't deny it at all.

"well!"

Chen Qi sat on a chair, held her on his lap, and sighed: "I am walking on thin ice in Hong Kong, I am always careful, I face extremely vicious people, and I will be in danger if I am not careful.

I miss you too. It’s only since I came back that my heart is at peace, and I feel even more at peace when I see you. "

The first sentence was made up, but the second sentence was sincere. He buried his head in her arms and enjoyed the rare physical and mental peace.

Gong Xue gently hugged him and touched his hair.

When love is strong, you can't help it.

The next second he started smacking his tongue.

Gong Xue closed her eyes and let him be frivolous. She suddenly felt her body being lifted up by him and placed on the large red sandalwood painting table. Then her legs were spread apart and her waist was hugged tightly, unable to move.

"what are you doing?"

"No, it can't be up here... It really can't be done..."

She was shy, panicked and nervous, but she couldn't do anything to him, so she had to lie down obediently. After a while, her armor was removed, her two elastic thighs were raised high, her head was tilted back to reveal her slender neck, and she murmured:

"Archie...Archie..."

"Good sister!"

Chen Qi deliberately teased her, and she was already in a state of confusion. When she heard this sound, she felt as if she had been stabbed in her acupoints again. Her body began to tremble, and her moans became louder and louder, until she reached the peak of the great harmony of life.

I have to say that the quality of this large red sandalwood painting table made by the royal palace is indeed of good quality. It withstood the unexpected pressure and collision force during the construction. The table legs did not even warp and were stable.

That night, the strong wind swept away the fallen leaves again, and the rain smashed the bananas!