Counterattack 1988

Chapter 1766 I beg you, forget it!
Speaking of the summer in Shencheng, people always think of the fiery red sun and the bright moonlight at night. Wang Lin likes the night of Shencheng the most.With the disappearance of the last twilight of sunset, the whole city gradually plunged into darkness. Lights flashed from the windows of high-rise buildings, like colorful ribbons, and cars on the road sounded their horns from time to time.

At some point, it started to rain heavily, waking up Wang Lin who was reading a book.

Wang Lin came to the balcony to watch the rain.

Rain at night is the most beautiful.The rain "crackling" slapped the windows, playing music one after another.At this time, rain flowers flowed out from the house and beside the courtyard.The colorful rain flowers gradually filled the street, like a golden grass full of flowers.

Looking from the balcony, the lights of the city are printed on the raindrops, and the beads are shining like gems.

Lightning flew by, illuminating the night as bright as day.

A figure protruded from the balcony next to it, it was Zhou Xiaomin.

Before going to bed, she forgot to close the door and window on the balcony side. The strong wind poured in through the window, and lightning and thunder ran in, which shocked her.

In fact, she didn't fall asleep either, so she quickly got up to check.

At this time, a thunder exploded in the air, and there was a loud bang, which was deafening.

Zhou Xiaomin was startled, covered her ears with her hands, and let out a yell.

Wang Lin shouted: "Xiao Min! Don't be afraid! I'm here!"

Zhou Xiaomin looked at him and said, "Are you still asleep?"

Wang Lindao: "Watching the rain! What a coincidence, you also come out to watch the rain?"

Zhou Xiaomin curled her lips: "What's so interesting about this rain?"

Wang Lindao: "I miss someone, but I live far away. I have something that is deep in my heart. Autumn is not yet dawn, and the wind and rain are coming. If you don't learn the Toutuo method, you will never forget it."

Zhou Xiaomin said, "Is this a poem you wrote?"

Wang Lin couldn't help laughing: "I'm not that good. This is a poem written by the great poet Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty. By depicting the scene of stormy night, he expresses his sincere yearning for his beloved woman Xiangling in straightforward words. Feelings."

Zhou Xiaomin said: "Xiang Ling? What a beautiful name! Does it mean the spirit of the concubine Xiang? She is a passionate Xiang girl, right?"

Wang Lin said: "Then it's unknown."

Zhou Xiaomin said: "Who are you missing? Your wife?"

Wang Lindao: "I was thinking about someone next door, why she locked the door."

Zhou Xiaomin chuckled, and then said, "Impossible, you won't miss me! There are too many women you can miss."

The rain has subsided again, tiny drops of water fly up to the balcony, and the cool breeze blows on the face, giving a cool feeling, as if someone is gently stroking, very comfortable!
Wang Lin looked at the beautiful face under the sky and said, "Come here, let's chat."

Zhou Xiaomin said: "It's so late, what are you talking about?"

Wang Lindao: "Let's discuss Bai Juyi's "Night Rain", about the woman named Xiang Ling."

Zhou Xiaomin smiled sweetly: "Really? Are you still learning?"

Wang Lindao: "You don't think that I'm an ignorant person, do you?"

This rain at night cuts off people and the outside world, extinguishing the hustle and bustle of the world for a while, leaving only the tranquility unified by the sound of the rain and the loneliness blocked by the sound of the rain.

Rain in the night slowly deprives people of their vitality, so the imagination in the rain in the night is particularly sensitive and timid.This kind of timidity is mixed with a certain sense of security, condensed into self-enjoyment and longing for the tenderness in the small world.

Therefore, in this situation, people will naturally want to have more emotional company.

Zhou Xiaomin also has this kind of thinking and needs.

She didn't answer Wang Lin, turned around and entered the room, closing the doors and windows.

Wang Lin was stunned, smiled wryly, and had no choice but to go back to his room.

He lay on the bed holding the book and read it for a while, when he heard the door creak open.

A pretty and delicate figure flashed in front of Wang Lin's eyes.

Yingying beautiful eyes, soft long hair, voice like Yingyan.

She is the goddess of innocence who has been gentle for years and has amazed the times. She satisfies all men's imagination of women's beauty. She is independent, confident, gentle and unaffected.

She does not have the pretentiousness of relying on her beauty, and what she exudes from the inside is a kind of casualness and refinement polished by the gentle years.

At this time, she is just a dream of Xiangjiang men in the 90s, and she is a goddess with both talent and beauty.She looks gentle and well-behaved, but in fact she is a very noble and independent woman.

She has a very clear demeanor, her eyebrows are gentle, and when she smiles, she is not aggressive at all, and only makes people feel comfortable.She is not the kind of charming beauty, but as gentle as a spring breeze.But in the seemingly weak shell, there is a firm heart.

Wang Lin looked at her, smiled slightly, and patted the pillow beside him: "Xiao Min! Come here!"

Zhou Xiaomin blushed, closed the door tightly, then walked over, sat down under the chair by the window sill, crossed her hands with some cramped fingers, hung her head, and her long hair was loose, covering half of her white and stunning face.

No filters, no beauty, not even makeup.

She is so beautiful, so pure, so natural.

This is a delicate flower that you can smell when you hold it.

This is a beautiful fruit that can be picked and eaten.

Wang Lin changed from a half-lying state to sitting on the edge of the bed, facing her.

"What book are you reading?" Zhou Xiaomin asked.

Wang Lin closed the pages and asked her to read the cover.

"Huh, Bai Xiangshan poetry anthology? Bai Xiangshan is Bai Juyi, you are really reading his book!"

"Of course, do you think I'm joking?"

"Hey! I didn't realize that you still like poetry! I thought that a man like you would only seek to make money through his official career."

Wang Lindao: "Life can't only be economics, but also poetic and distant. Of course, it needs the embellishment of red sleeves and fragrance."

He put down the book in his hand, leaned forward, and held her hand.

Zhou Xiaomin shrank back as if frightened.

But Wang Lin's hand followed her like a shadow, and he didn't let go of her hand.

"You, didn't you mean to discuss the poem "Night Rain"?" Zhou Xiaomin tried slightly to pull out his hand, but found that no matter how hard he tried, it was useless, so he stopped struggling, "Tell me, this poem What does that mean?"

Wang Lindao: "I have someone I miss deeply, but they are far away in a foreign land. I have something that I feel deeply engraved in my heart. I can't get close to her in a distant foreign land. There is not a day when I don't go to her. She looks far away in the direction of her. The pain in my heart is extremely painful but there is nowhere to resolve it. I have never stopped thinking about it day and night. My future seems to be lost and hopeless. I sleep alone in an empty room. Autumn has not yet come, but there are already storms. I have never learned How can you forget the past after living the Dharma of an ascetic monk!"

Zhou Xiaomin was fascinated by hearing this: "What a beautiful artistic conception, I seem to be able to see the lonely and painful figure of the poet standing by the window."

Wang Lindao: "Isn't that the kind of person I am? Just look at me and you'll know what kind of person he is."

Zhou Xiaomin said, "Who are you missing?"

Wang Lindao: "I miss the person who slept with me last night."

Zhou Xiaomin panicked, brushed her hair with her left hand, and dodged her eyes: "Who is it?"

Wang Lin stared into her eyes: "It's the one in my eyes."

Zhou Xiaomin said: "The person in your eyes? Who is it?"

She reacted immediately and said, "Ah? It's not me! It's definitely not me! It's Jiaxin!"

Wang Lindao: "It's not her, I know. She came on last night."

Zhou Xiaomin said, "That's your secretary."

Wang Lindao: "That's even more impossible. Xiao Min, it's you."

Zhou Xiaomin hurriedly denied: "No. No."

Wang Lindao: "Although I don't know why you went to sleep on Jiaxin's bed last night, I know that person is you."

Zhou Xiaomin bit her lips: "I was chatting with her at first, but later she fell asleep and always regarded me as you and wanted to hug me. I'm not used to sleeping like this, so I ran to her room and fell asleep. "

Wang Lin smiled and said, "So that's it! You admit it too? You were the one last night."

Zhou Xiaomin shyly lowered her head, her smooth smiling face suddenly suppressed the smile, showing a little inexplicable restraint, and then her cheeks suddenly turned red.

Her skin is as snowy as jade, delicate and glamorous, rosy, and her eyes are full of love and charm.

Wang Lin felt itchy in his heart, he couldn't help but tighten her hand as he held her hand.

Zhou Xiaomin got up and said, "I'm going to sleep."

Wang Lindao: "Sleep here?"

Zhou Xiaomin said, "No."

Wang Lindao: "Xiao Min, we had last night, why can't we have tonight again?"

Zhou Xiaomin looked back at him and said, "You know that I am a person who cannot share feelings with others. Why did I break up with my ex-boyfriend? It's because he's such a scumbag. He dated several women at the same time. I can't bear that kind of life, I will have a very painful life, so I choose to break up. You are very good, and I admit that I like you very much, but..."

She couldn't go on.

But the meaning has been expressed very clearly.

Wang Lin said: "Xiao Min! Stay here!"

Zhou Xiaomin shook her head lightly. This time, she used her left hand to help break Wang Lin's fingers, pulled out her right hand, and said, "I can't convince myself to accept this kind of friendship. I'm not Jiaxin, I can't be like her." Same as your—”

She turned away.

Walking to the door, seeing Wang Lin chasing after me, she said again: "Don't chase me, okay? Let me think about it. If one day I figure it out and I can be like Jiaxin, I will come to see you. your."

Wang Lin frowned and said, "Is it so difficult? Give me another night, okay? I miss you very much."

Zhou Xiaomin said: "You don't miss me, you just miss a woman. If it wasn't for Jiaxin's inconvenience, you wouldn't miss me."

Wang Lindao: "How do you want me to explain? I'm thinking of you."

Zhou Xiaomin said: "Then don't think about me. I'm not worth your thinking. I'm really different from them."

Wang Lindao: "Then, what happened last night?"

Zhou Xiaomin bit her lip: "It was just an accident, I beg you, forget it!"

(End of this chapter)