moonlight lure

The other party wished her a happy wedding. After a few words, they chatted about Ms. Jiang's life. When she put down the phone, she suddenly lost control of her emotions and collapsed on the sofa and burst into tears.

She hadn't cried like this for a long time, and she didn't know why she was so sad. It seemed that the emotions she had accumulated for twenty years found an outlet to vent at this moment. She felt particularly wronged, suffocated, and uncomfortable. She misses Ms. Jiang very much and feels sorry for herself.

She was not qualified to blame Ms. Jiang for pursuing career success, nor was she qualified to criticize Song and Tang Dynasties for pursuing marriage. As a parent, there was no obligation to make personal sacrifices for their children, but she herself felt too wronged and lonely along the way.

They are both adults and have their own rights and room for choice, but what about her at that time? She was ridiculed by her peers since she was a child for not having a father. She was obviously afraid of the dark but fell asleep alone every night. She was transferred to a strange city and was isolated and harassed. She was very helpless. Even in her twenties, she was still very nervous and lacked a lover. She is capable.

She didn't want to live like this, nor did she want to be burdened with such a personality. She also felt very tired, but the imprint of her personality given to her by her family of origin could not be erased no matter how hard she tried.

She buried her face into the pillow and cried until she was in a daze. She was out of breath. Her hair was messy and stuck to her face, which was stuffy and hot.

She didn't know how long it had passed, but she vaguely heard the sound of the door closing, and then familiar steady footsteps getting closer and closer to her. He sat quietly next to her for a long time, until her sobs gradually subsided, and he took her shoulders with his big hand and gently pulled her up.

Song Shiwei resisted a little to let him see her in such a mess, but she couldn't resist his strength. When she sat up with her head hanging down, she realized that he had turned off the light at some point.

The light in the room was dim, the moonlight was sparse, and they could only see each other's silhouettes.

He wiped her face with a wet wipe, and she closed her eyes and inhaled gently. After a long time, he stopped and silently hugged her. She lay in his arms and sobbed quietly, her emotions slowly calming down.

Ji Yanchen rubbed her head and comforted her in a low voice: "I am the bride today, don't cry."

Song Shiwei opened her eyes that were sore from crying. After a long while, she spoke with a strong nasal voice: "They didn't want me when they divorced. It's just that they all had their reasons."

She didn't know why she had to explain this to him, or maybe she was just convincing herself.

When she was six years old, when she overheard the two of them arguing about their custody rights outside the master bedroom door, the impact on her could not be overstated.

Her life was torn apart in an instant. She couldn't accept that she had gone from being the beloved apple of her parents' eye to a burden that no one wanted to bear. This accidentally discovered secret was like a bloody thorn in her heart. The deepest part of the body was carefully hidden in front of the person, but the pain behind the person was so bloody.

And their respective reasons were very sufficient and realistic. They were so realistic that they couldn't calm the pain that had penetrated her bones over the years, but they finally gave her an excuse after many years to convince herself that she was not an unwanted child. baby.

Ji Yanchen said nothing, holding her waist tightly with one hand, and caressing the back of her neck silently with the other hand.

Song Shiwei was kneaded by him for a while, then she raised her face and protested: "You seem to be petting a cat with your actions."

He lowered his eyes and looked at her for a while: "Want to take a bath?"

She couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Why are you still thinking about this?"

"After soaking, take a rest early. We have to go to the airport tomorrow."

Ji Yanchen pinched her cheek and said, "Shall I give you some water?"

She thought for a moment: "You count the money first, and we'll pack our bags together when I come out."

Ji Yanchen laughed. At this time, he was still thinking about money. He raised his hand and scratched the tip of her nose lovingly: "Yes, as ordered."

They stood up and split up.

Ji Yanchen turned on the light, opened her bag, and dumped everything on the coffee table. His eyes suddenly stopped unexpectedly and focused on an ordinary red envelope among them.

He picked up the red envelope and his expression became serious.

The handwriting on the lower left corner of the back cover is strange yet clear: Ming Xu. After sending all the guests away the next morning, the two returned home and checked their luggage.

Song Shiwei's suitcase is full of clothes and skin care products. In comparison, the black box next to it contains much more content, including a camera, a power strip, a swimsuit, goggles, a portable medicine box, five packs of instant noodles and two bottles of Laoqian mom.

Song Shiwei glanced at Ji Yanchen with a complicated expression, and he said calmly: "I have a Chinese stomach."

She declared sternly: "I will not accompany you to eat instant noodles in the hotel."

He said with a serious face: "Don't ask me to divide you up when the time comes, your honey trap will be useless."

Song Shiwei snorted disdainfully and touched the bulging bag in the middle of the box: "What is this?"

She pulled away to take a look, her face suddenly became hot, and she lowered her voice in embarrassment: "Why do you bring so many of these?"

"Not many, one in the morning and three in the evening."

Ji Yanchen's expression was innocent, "A in the morning and C in the evening."

Song Shiwei: "."

Is this how A is used in the morning and C in the evening?

She held her breath and tried to calm down: "We are going on a trip."

The trip itself was so tiring and could kill her, so how could she bear him going through so much trouble?

He corrected her without changing his face: "We are going on our honeymoon."

Of course, the daily task of the honeymoon is to do enough before going out for a walk.

Song Shiwei couldn't convince him of his absurd reasoning, so she bit her lip and stood up, kicked him in the knee, and said harshly: "I won't cooperate with you!"

He can bring these things back as he pleases, and she will never encourage his private greed!

Ji Yanchen chuckled, closed the box, and said casually: "You don't need to cooperate, just enjoy the service unilaterally."

Song Shiwei was thin-skinned. Even after living together for a year, she was still not used to him talking about this matter so frankly, and her cheeks turned red again.

She was so angry that she had a unilateral cold war with him to the airport. Before getting off the bus, he suddenly stopped her with a serious look on his face. She didn't know why she was wary of looking back.

He leaned over to control the back of her neck and kissed her, his slightly cool lips pressed against hers and nibbled and bit her for a long time. His other hand restrained her struggle after she realized what she was doing, until the breaths of both of them became disordered, and the gap between their lips and teeth The liquid became viscous and stretched into threads, and then he separated from her nostalgically, and whispered seriously: "Farewell kiss."

Song Shiwei laughed angrily at the nonsense he said: "Why, you won't get on the plane? You want me to go on my honeymoon alone?"

Ji Yanchen lowered his head and pecked her chin, and said plausibly: "Yes, but I won't be able to kiss you for at least the next twelve hours. What's the difference between that and separation?"

She pursed her lips: "Who asked you to choose a place so far away."

The honeymoon destination was his idea. She originally just wanted to find an island to bask in the sun and enjoy the wind, but he insisted that it was all the same with no new ideas. She left it to him to decide. A few days later, he came out with a five-page travel guide. She took it and was dumbfounded when she saw the first line: "Africa?"

He leaned on her neck and nibbled wetly like a naughty puppy, and said half-truth, half-lie: "Well, I regret it too. Anyway, no matter where you go, the highlight is in the hotel. Why fly so far away?"

Song Shiwei pushed him in the face in disgust, so he buried her hand in her hand and kissed her. She was helplessly stuck to him, touched his head, coaxed him and urged: "Okay, get off the car, we have to check in something."

He was reluctant to let her go. If anyone saw his reluctance, they would think that she was sent to Africa and would never come back.