Lingzi is not too cold today

Chapter 159 My bed is warmer, do you want to come?
"This song is beautiful, but I don't like it very much."

Lingzi doesn't like the song "The Postman" very much, and thinks it breaks the fairy tale between herself and Gongsun Jin.

"It's okay, I understand."

Gongsun Jin nodded slightly.

"Actually, I wrote the two songs "Promise" and "The Postman" a long time ago."

"A long time ago, when does it mean?" Zhong Lingzi said.

"When Gongsun Jin was not yet Gongsun Jin, and Zhong Lingzi was not yet Zhong Lingzi."

"We didn't know each other back then."

Gongsun Jin smiled lightly.

"You wrote "Promise" before we met?"

"Yeah, it's amazing, isn't it?"

"Our later story is the same as that described in this song."

"Like, like writing a prophecy."

Gongsun Jin also thought it was amazing.

Lin Xi's song tells the story of him and Lingzi.

In other words, Lin Xi's songs have written all the idiots and resentments and sorrows in the world.

The story of Gongsun Jin and Zhong Lingzi is just a microcosm.

"Then, will our future be like that written in this song?"

Zhong Lingzi held the lyrics of "The Postman" and asked softly.

"I don't know, but in any case, I will be grateful for the time with you now." Gongsun Jin said.

"Well, then this song, you come to sing?"

Zhong Lingzi nodded with a smile, looked at Gongsun Jin, and blinked.

"it is good."

This song is actually more suitable for Lingzi's voice, but she wants Gongsun Jin to sing, and Gongsun Jin will not refuse.

The same tune, the same arrangement and artistic conception.

Zhong Lingzi sang "Butterfly", and Gongsun Jin sang "The Postman".

Lin Xi has written many songs with the same song and different words.

For example, the well-known "Ten Years" and "Next Year Today".

Another example is "Red Rose" and "White Rose".

Whether it is Mandarin or Cantonese, there is a special charm.

Comparing the two songs, I can't even tell which one is better.

In the recording studio, Gongsun Jin and Zhong Lingzi hugged their guitars, immersed in the world of music.

The recording studio and the bed are Zhong Lingzi's favorite places. In her words, it's like a baby returning to the warm womb of its mother.

In these two places, she can find herself and express her suppressed inner voice freely.

She thinks Gongsun Jin's appearance of holding the guitar and strumming chords is very charming, and when he wakes up in the morning, the appearance of sleeping next to her pillow is also charming.

She and Gongsun Jin recorded the songs almost in no particular order, and then smiled at each other.

When you put your heart and soul into your work, time flies faster than you can imagine.

When the two of them finished recording and looked out the window, the sky was already pitch black, and the window was filled with bright neon lights like stars.

When it was time for dinner, the two went out of the Platinum Building to look for food together.

"The teacher doesn't scold me now."

Zhong Lingzi rubbed her hands, the tip of her nose turned slightly red, and when she yawned, she breathed out hot breath.

The wind outside was a bit cold, and she shrank her neck like a little quail that had only been frozen.

"Hey~ Your body is so warm."

She put her hand under the hood of Gongsun Jin's clothes, pressed close to his vest, and then showed a happy smile.

After practicing with Zhang Yana for a period of time, Zhang Yana no longer scolds Zhong Lingzi like before.

Her progress is obvious to all, and it is recognized by everyone around her.

Although Gongsun Jin wrote more songs and was not as diligent as her in releasing new songs, her training did not fall behind.

Zhang Yana was also rarely able to pick out his thorns.

"What? Don't scold you, are you still not used to it?"

Gongsun Jin put his hands into the pockets on both sides of her clothes, and touched her belly, feeling warm and soft.

"Not at all."

"It's just a little emotional."

"When I first got in touch with the teacher, I thought she was very difficult to get in touch with."

"After getting acquainted with it, I found that the teacher is very kind."

"I often take care of Shu'er for me, take her to dinner, and buy her clothes."

As Zhong Lingzi spoke, his words were full of gratitude.

"Well, she is our noble lady."

Gongsun Jin nodded, rubbing her stomach with his hands in her pockets.

"You like touching my stomach so much?"

Zhong Lingzi looked sideways at him and smiled.

Except there and there, she found that Gongsun Jin really liked touching her belly.

"Because it's warm."

Gongsun Jin said seriously.

"My bed is warmer, do you want to come in tonight?"

Her cheeks were slightly drunk, with a smirk on her face, she looked like a spider spirit in a coiled silk hole.

"It's only been a few days, can't you bear it?"

Gongsun Jin was a little puzzled.

"Can you bear it? I can't bear it anyway, I'm about to suffocate to death."

As Zhong Lingzi spoke, his eyes averted a little, and his cheeks flushed faintly.

"Then how did you solve it these days?"

Gongsun Jin joked.

"Knowingly asking."

Zhong Lingzi glanced at him sullenly, a little bit ashamed, stretched out her fingers and scratched his ribs.

"Let's go eat first."

Gongsun Jin reached out and patted her on the head.

"Uh-huh."

Zhong Lingzi took his arm, leaned towards him very affectionately, leaned her little head on his shoulder, and smiled all over her face.

When they first met, both of them were very cautious.

She is wild and violent, like a rebellious and fierce horse.

But in the current relationship, she has become so gentle in front of him.

Gentleness, this is a girl's innate ability.

There is no need to be taught, and no need to deliberately learn.

When they have someone they like, they will involuntarily show tenderness.

The two went to the nearby Tongguo mutton hot pot restaurant, which was the one Gongsun Jin used to frequent.

"Long time no visit to this restaurant."

Gongsun Jin felt a little emotional, and took Zhong Lingzi's hand to go to the window in the corner, where he could see the snow scene of the long street outside the window.

Delivery riders in raincoats traveling through the snow.

A sanitation worker wearing ear fluff and gloves sweeping snow, his cheeks flushed from the cold.

The wonton stalls on the side of the road, when the boiler was opened, a cloud of mist came out.

There is a flower shop next door, and you can vaguely smell the fragrance of roses.

During the period, young people holding bouquets passed by, as well as a graceful young woman with an unknown perfume on her body.

The fruit stall owner packs the apples delicately, puts them in beautiful cartons, and sprinkles some cheap colored candies on them, which can fetch a high price.

In front of the stall was a circle of high school students wearing school uniforms and carrying schoolbags.

"Is it Christmas Eve tonight?"

Gongsun Jin asked casually.

"I don't know, I don't care much about these."

Zhong Lingzi shook his head, picked up his phone and looked at it.

"December 12, what a shame."

"I'll go buy some apples later."

She rested her chin, looked out of the window, and breathed on the glass, which was covered with a hazy mist.

Then she stretched out her finger and drew on it.

Gongsun Jin leaned over to take a look. It was the pig's head in Angry Birds.

"whee!"

She squinted her eyes and smiled, drew another arrow next to the pig's head, and began to write Gongsun Jin's name.

When I wrote Jin, the strokes of this word were complicated, and in the end it was written blurry, making it difficult to see clearly.

Gongsun Jin was not angry at all, just smiled slightly, breathed a sigh of relief not far away, and then imitated her and began to draw.

He drew a fat red bird, by the way, he drew a slingshot underneath, and he also added Zhong Lingzi's name.

During the free time waiting for the dishes to be served, the two of them played like this, but they didn't feel childish.

There are also some couples in other seats, but they are all playing with their mobile phones with their heads down, playing their own things, and not talking much.

"It looks like you drew it."

Zhong Lingzi looked at the bird drawn by Gongsun Jin and blinked, feeling that it was exactly the same as in the game.

Although it is only a few strokes, it is very expressive.

"I like drawing very much, and I have learned to draw for a while."

Gongsun Jin smiled slightly.

"Really? Then, draw me a picture."

Zhong Lingzi took out the book that recorded the lyrics and a pencil from the bag she was carrying.

When Gongsun Jin gets inspiration, he will improvise a piece of music and lyrics.

So she will put a notebook and pencil in her carry-on bag.

"I'll try it."

Gongsun Jin took it with a smile.

Zhong Lingzi rested her chin and looked at him with a smile.

Gongsun Jin picked up the pen, looked at her, and carefully drew her outline.

But after painting for a long time, I still feel dissatisfied.

He painted the sofa, the mural that hangs in the back of the store, and the ceiling.

I drew old people and children eating at other tables, as well as couples.

Only her seat was empty.

"Is the painting finished?"

Zhong Lingzi reached out to take it, and found that his sketching skills were very good, the shadows and lines, and the proportions of the characters were also very good.

However, there is no self in the painting.

"I thought, I can draw everyone around me, but I can't draw you alone."

Gongsun Jin was a little helpless.

"Because you are really beautiful."

"When I see you, I can't take my eyes off me."

"The pen also looks clumsy."

He said, lowering his eyes, with a touch of tenderness in his eyes.

"Okay, I'll take it as you are praising me."

Zhong Lingzi smiled slightly, holding his face in his hands, and looked at Gongsun Jin with soft eyes.

After a while, the steaming copper pot, the sliced ​​mutton, and the small ingredients were presented together.

Gongsun Jin picked up the small bowl and helped her mix the dipping sauce.

"I don't like peanut butter very much, and I'm missing my favorite cilantro!"

Hearing what she said, Gongsun Jin realized it later.

In the past, when he and Zhuang Xiaomeng came here to eat hot pot, that's how he tuned Zhuang Xiaomeng.

Mengmeng likes peanut butter, but not coriander.

It has become a habit to make dipping sauces for her like this.

"Okay, I'll make another copy for you."

Gongsun Jin came back to his senses.

Hot pot in winter nights is very fragrant, and when you eat it, your whole body will be warmed up.

Zhong Lingzi ate a lot, raised his head from time to time, and made the sound of being burned.

The rinsed mutton rolled several times in the mouth before it could be swallowed.

"Ah! It's hot!"

Then he slapped his chest hard, as if swallowing hot charcoal, burning from his throat to his stomach.

"Eat in such a hurry, and no one will grab it from you."

Gongsun Jin didn't eat much, but put the boiled meat into her bowl and looked at her with a smile.

This little pig is still edible as always.

After eating a bowl of rice, she took Gongsun Jin's arm and walked around the commercial street.

"Do you want to buy some bags or something?"

Gongsun Jin doesn't quite understand girls' minds, but he knows that girls will like these.

"Need not."

Zhong Lingzi shook his head.

"Where's lipstick and clothes?"

"Brand partners have given me a lot."

Zhong Lingzi continued to shake his head.

She now accepts a lot of luxury endorsements, ranging from clothing to cosmetics to bags.

"And I don't like that stuff either."

"So, what do you want?"

Gongsun Jin asked.

"Give me a kiss, can you?"

Zhong Lingzi smiled happily, hummed softly, and tilted his head to look at Gongsun Jin.

In the feasting streets, lovers coming and going hold each other's hands.

The fine snow fell from the sky, like icing sugar sprinkled in the long winter.

It fell in the girl's hood, in her hair, and in her slender eyelashes.

Gongsun Jin leaned over, leaned down slightly, and kissed her.

"What does this kiss taste like?"

She licked her lips and looked at Gongsun Jin with a smile.

"Mutton hotpot flavor."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

She laughed so loudly that her branches trembled wildly, she took Gongsun Jin's arm, tiptoed up to him, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Full of coriander and mutton smell, for those who don't like these two tastes, it is hell.

"Lingzi, do you want flowers?"

Gongsun Jin looked at the intimate lovers coming in and out of the flower shop.

"When you want to give a girl flowers, don't say that."

"That's not romantic at all."

Zhong Lingzi shook his head.

"Then what should I say?" Gongsun Jin asked.

"You should say, Lingzi, I want to send you flowers."

Zhong Lingzi said softly.

"Lingzi, I want to send you flowers."

Gongsun Jin repeated as she wished.

"Don't buy too much."

"Rose is very expensive, one is enough."

Before Gongsun Jin entered the flower shop, Zhong Lingzi smiled slightly.

Things like flowers are beautiful though.

But it is too expensive.

If Gongsun Jin insisted on sending her a large bouquet of roses, Zhong Lingzi would feel that he was wasting money.

If you have the money to buy flowers, you might as well take her to have a good meal.

After a while, Gongsun Jin came out with a rose.

"No money was spent, the owner played my song."

"She waived it for me."

Gongsun Jin smiled and handed the rose over.

"That couldn't be better."

Hearing that no money was spent, Zhong Lingzi narrowed her eyes happily, reached out to take the rose, and brought it to the tip of her nose.

The scent of flowers is very strong and fragrant.

"What kind of rose is this?"

"Corolla, the flower color is the most standard rose red, and the flowers are big and full. It's like the queen of roses."

"I think this kind of flower is very suitable for you."

Gongsun Jin always felt that if Lingzi were to be described as a red rose, she would be Corolla.

"Well, I like it a lot."

Zhong Lingzi held Gongsun Jin's arm in one hand and a rose in the other, smiling very happily.

At the entrance of the flower shop, there was a man wearing a suit and leather shoes, combing oiled hair, exquisitely dressed, holding a large bouquet of 99 roses, making full preparations, mustering up the courage to confess to the person he likes, but was rejected.

Holding the roses bought at a huge price, the young man hesitated in place, looking at the huge city, not knowing who to give it to.

By chance, I saw a girl passing by, holding the boy's arm, holding only a rose in her hand, but smiling very sweetly.

He lowered his head to look at the bouquet he was holding in his arms again. He was speechless for a long time, and finally squatted down by the roadside and started smoking.

Love is nothing to do with how many roses you buy.

"Since it's Christmas Eve, let's buy some apples too."

When passing the fruit shop, Gongsun Jin still stopped.

"You don't need to buy the kind of packaging that looks good, it's flashy."

Zhong Lingzi exhorted very seriously.

Like a married, budget-conscious young couple.

"I know."

The two entered the store, spent more than ten yuan, and bought a large bag of apples.

For the kind of apples that are put in a carton and dressed up, the price can be sold several times.

As a pragmatist, Zhong Lingzi expressed that she couldn't understand.

That night, the two did not go back to the house in Chan Bay, but went to the villa in Cranberry Garden.

It's a little late to get home, but for the two who want to live in a world for two, it's not too late to start no matter what.

It was late at night, and the two were buried together.

Zhong Lingzi's soft arms wrapped around Gongsun Jin's neck, and her blushing cheeks pressed intimately against Gongsun Jin's chest with a satisfied face.

"I want to come back a few more times."

"several times?"

"I don't know either. If I don't call to stop, you can continue."

Gongsun Jin reached out to wrap her arms around her back and patted her gently.

In the snowy night, there are nightingales singing.

(End of this chapter)