Affectionate trapping

Chapter 1 Death
I once said I love you with sweet petals and sharp thorns, but now I beg to become the wind to listen to you, and become the flowing water to wind towards you.

- Sernuda, "Reality and Desire"

The air in Song City is hot and humid, the clouds are thick at dusk, the wind after the rain is accompanied by coolness, and colorful flowers are piled up at the entrance of the flower shop.

The flower seller carried a pot of begonias in full bloom and placed them outside. When she raised her head to wipe her sweat, she saw a tall figure approaching, her eyes lit up, and she subconsciously brushed her hair.

The man is tall and tall, wearing a light gray shirt and black suit pants, avoiding the puddles on the ground, walking towards this side with long legs.

Up above, there is an unforgettable face like an ink painting. The sharp outline is extremely eye-catching, even more beautiful than the most beautiful flowers.

His expression was a little idle, like a cloud floating in the sky with nothing to do.

When he got close, he casually said, "Are there any narcissus?"

She met his eyes, her face blushed uncontrollably, and she said weakly, "Yes, I'll get it for sir."

She carefully packed a handful and handed it to him. He took it and asked the price, swept the money over, and then Shi Shiran left.

The girl was a bit reluctant to chase a few steps outside, but she saw a woman in a white shirt standing beside a car parked not far away, like the most expensive lily in a flower shop, beautiful and holy.

The woman's gaze seemed to glance over here unintentionally, and unexpectedly met her peeking gaze.

At that moment, she was shocked by her beauty, and was ashamed of her avoiding action.

She backed away silently, thinking with some disappointment, only such a good-looking person could be worthy of him.

Wen Xi had a panoramic view of all this, and looked away as if nothing had happened.

She just got out of the car to take a breath, but in the end she was misunderstood by a girl who secretly promised her.

Seeing the man getting closer, he turned around and opened the car door to get in.

The moment the door was closed, a big hand suddenly blocked the door frame, opened the door, and threw the bouquet of flowers in without mercy, and the scent that made people retreat filled her nose.

She frowned, and looked at the man sitting in the driver's seat, "Isn't it a chrysanthemum?"

Just before he got out of the car, he pretended to ask her what flowers to buy, and she said chrysanthemums.

Co-author, he just asked casually, and didn't mean to adopt it at all, so why ask her?
Through the rearview mirror, Shen Yuli stayed on Wenxi's pure and white side face for a moment, fixed her eyes on her brows that hadn't relaxed since getting in the car for a long time, and said inexplicably, "Miss Wen cares about him so much, but doesn't she know that he likes daffodils? ?”

Then why bother to ask her opinion just now.

Wen Xi felt that this person was simply inexplicable, and he didn't know which tendon was wrong, and he was strange here.

She didn't bother to talk to him, and kept her lips shut.

Shen Yuli's eyes dimmed, and he started the car.

Seeing him driving slowly, Wen Xi felt a little impatient: "Can you drive faster, Mr. Shen?"

"I want to ensure the safety of my passengers, Miss Wen."

"..."

Wen Xi was at a loss for words again.

Today is the anniversary of Shen Yuzhou's death. The Shen and Wen families have a good relationship, and she has always regarded Shen Yuzhou as her big brother. Two years ago, in a car accident, he passed away unexpectedly, and she was sad for a long time.

Until now, thinking of him still makes my heart feel a little stagnant and uncomfortable.

She had a full work schedule, and in the morning Mother Wen said that someone would come to pick her up and go there with her, but unexpectedly, the person who came was Shen Yuli.

Shen Yuzhou's younger brother.

One, someone she doesn't like very much.

Before getting in the car, Shen Yuli helped her open the co-pilot's door, she didn't get in, but sat directly in the back seat.

Is this mocking her for treating him as a driver?

How childish.

She considers herself to be mild-tempered, but when facing Shen Yuli, she is forced to choke speechless every time.

Wen Xi propped her forehead to press the dryness in her heart, and the time passed by, and the speed of the car was so slow that she saw the passing tram racing with them.

She frowned again: "Shen Yuli."

"What's the matter, Ms. Wen? I don't even need the honorary speech. Is it because I didn't serve you well?"

She gritted her teeth, "It will be 11:30 soon, do you know that it will be unlucky if the sacrifice is over twelve o'clock?"

"Even if you don't like meeting Brother Zhou, there's no need to—"

"Ah."

He sneered and cut off all Wen Xi's words, she choked up, unable to understand the emotions contained in his smile.

He frowned, accelerated without saying hello, and the car rushed out like an arrow off the string.

Seven or eight minutes later, Wen Xi pushed the door of the car with a pale face and got out, holding his chest with lingering fear, and after breathing slowly, he walked towards the tombstone.

Shen Yuli hooked the bouquet, stepping on her footsteps step by step.

He looked at Wenxi's slender figure, and heard the soft voice of the eulogy in his ears, and the line of his lips was straightened.

When he saw the person on the tombstone who looked almost like him, he breathed a sigh of relief and looked away.

After Wenxi got up and stood far away, he stepped forward leisurely, put the narcissus down, looked at the photo twice, and then turned around: "Go back?"

Wen Xi was slightly stunned: "You...won't you say something?"

Shen Yuli raised his lips and asked back, "Should I say something?"

Her eyelashes drooped slightly, and she walked directly towards the car.

The corner of Shen Yuli's mouth twitched like self-deprecating, and he followed slowly with his long legs.

Wen Xi hesitated in front of the car door for a moment, then suddenly walked around the body, opened the co-pilot's door and sat in.

He faltered slightly, and turned his head to look at the person who had already buckled up the seat belt after entering: "This time, you've learned to be smart, so you don't want me to be the driver?"

She took a deep breath and was very helpless: "I didn't mean that."

"Oh."

Wen Xi closed his eyes, turned his face away, and used his dumb skills again.

Shen Yuli started the car idly, this time the car was neither fast nor slow, the speed was just right.

The quiet needle drop can be heard in the car, making this closed environment inexplicably occluded and depressing for no reason.

Shen Yuli opened the window and let the wind blow in, messing up the broken hair on his forehead.

After driving for a while, Wen Xi suddenly said, "Just put me at the hospital gate."

"Mom asked me to take you home for dinner."

Thinking of Shen's mother, Wen Xi was silent for a while, and asked, "How is Auntie doing now?"

It took a long time before Shen Yuli replied, "It's not very good."

Before Shen Yuzhou's death hit Shen's mother particularly hard, Wen Xi also went abroad for a year and a half for some reason, and when she came back, she found that Shen's mother was suffering from severe depression and had been relying on drugs to stabilize her mood.

Shen's mother treated her well, but she didn't expect that when she came back, things would be different.

Wen Xi lowered his expression.

The car fell into silence again. During the red light, Shen Yuli turned his head inadvertently, and saw Wen Xi stretching out his green and tender fingers, brushing his hair that had just been brushed, his eyes were confused for a moment, and he turned his head in front of her.

When the car is driving, the windows are slowly closed.

It was too quiet, Shen Yuli said suddenly: "Wenxi."

She didn't answer.

He seemed only to call her that, and then fell silent.

Wen Xi gave him a strange look.

The jaw line of his side face was tightened, as if he was making a difficult decision. In her fiery eyes, he asked in a low voice: "Do you like Shen Yuzhou very much?"

Wen Xi was startled, and was about to say something when she saw a car crashing into her from the corner of her eye, reflected in her suddenly shrunken pupils.

She looked in horror, and the big truck was like a wild horse running wild, or like a torrent rushing towards them.

Wen Xi's brain went blank, and the sound of tires rubbing against the ground pierced and roared in her ears. She seemed to feel her body was tightly embraced by someone, and her body temperature seemed to be enveloped in a substantial way.

She heard the cry from the soul in her ears, and Shen Yuli made a low and uncontrollable voice: "Wenxi!"

boom--!
The flames soaring into the sky exploded with a bang.

She opened her lips to whisper, but no sound came out again.

　About my good sister who dug a hole and asked me to fill it in (it’s a bit funny to talk about it in detail, when we first wrote Twilight, we chatted and she said that she wanted to write a story about a psychiatrist, the heroine is Wen Xi, I said it has the same surname as my heroine, so make arrangements for her to become my heroine's younger sister, and then I arranged for her to come out. Who knows that two years have passed, and she forgot about this pitfall. It was completely clean, and I found that many readers were asking about Wenxi, so I felt that I should give Wenxi an explanation, so I came up with this book)

　　I would like to thank her, as well as the Twilight readers who have been looking forward to Wenxi’s story, and my friends who study psychology, who recommended psychology books to me and discussed some psychological issues with me.

　　This book is about a man in secret love and chasing his wife. The ambiguous period is longer, but it doesn't affect its sweetness!

　　——Reading Instructions——

　　bibliography:
　　Mr. Toad Goes to a Psychiatrist / Robert Daybird
　　"The Courage to Be Disliked" / Ichiro Kishimi, Fumitake Koga
　　The Psychologist's Story Box / Jorge Bukay
　　"The Feeling of Climbing to Heaven: I Do Psychological Counseling at Harvard University" / Yue Xiaodong

　　


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