moonlight lure

After nightfall, the open-air cinema on the beach started screening. Since they didn't go to dinner, the two of them got a good seat in advance.

There were still a few minutes before the movie started. Ji Yanchen got up to buy drinks and snacks. A very hot curly-haired sister sitting next to him turned over and said, "Beauty, are you feeling better?"

Song Shiwei looked at her confused: "What?"

The other party tilted his head and looked at her: "Didn't you have a serious allergy last night?"

She was stunned for a moment: "How do you know?"

The woman burst out laughing: "Your boyfriend harassed us all over the B&B where the lights were still on in the middle of the night last night. Finally, he took away my son's anti-itch ointment and transferred fifty yuan to my husband. , of course I know."

Song Shiwei was surprised for a moment: "...He didn't tell me this."

The other party held his chin with his long butterfly crystal nails, and joked with a smile: "Maybe he is afraid that you will feel distressed. After all, last night he was chased and scolded for half the street by the grumpy old man from the building opposite us."

As soon as the woman finished speaking, a little boy of three or four years old shouted to his mother and jumped on her, and she turned around.

Song Shiwei quietly looked in the direction of the other party in a daze, until Ji Yanchen came back and waved his hand in front of her eyes: "What are you thinking about, so lost in thought?"

"nothing."

Song Shiwei turned back and pulled her lower lip at him, "Let's watch a movie."

She leaned back in her chair and looked at the screen, a little absent-minded, not knowing what the movie was about.

She was still thinking about the words of the man just now and the details of her interactions with Ji Yanchen these days. She felt that she should be happy, because at least for now he had become the boyfriend she wanted, but she didn't. She didn't dare to be happy. She was afraid that if she couldn't pay him back, he would leave her in the end.

No one in this world will truly love another person without expecting anything in return. She couldn't help but wonder, what did he want?

The same passionate emotion? Biological desire? Or the role of a good wife and mother?

He suddenly took her hand and squeezed it.

When Song Shiwei came back to her senses, she noticed that the movie was about to take a break, and he motioned for her to look toward the sea.

She looked in the direction he pointed. As night falls, the boundary between sea and sky blurs into a hazy dark blue.

The afterglow of the setting sun retreats from the beach to the sea level, and the full moon rises quietly in the night sky. Its cold and soft light pours on the vast hazy sea. The floating light of the moon shadow is grand and holy, as if it can soothe every lonely soul.

Song Shiwei looked a little distracted and murmured softly: "So beautiful."

Ji Yanchen whispered in her ear: "Close your eyes."

She closed her eyes subconsciously, the anticipation in her heart vaguely mixed with uneasiness.

After a moment of silence, the surrounding voices started to sound one after another: "How romantic!"

"Wow! It's the moon!"

"The boy is so handsome!"

"Is it still possible to propose marriage like this now?"

Song Shiwei's heart suddenly started, her fingers gripped the wooden armrests of the chair hard, and her temples began to beat in panic, making her dizzy. The atmosphere at the scene became more and more intense: "Ahhhhh!"

"It's so beautiful!"

"Oh my God, my girly heart!"

"Marry him! Marry him!"

Song Shiwei couldn't bear it anymore. She opened her eyes suddenly and moved away while resisting her body. However, the scene in front of her was not the proposal she had expected, or to be precise, it was not the scene of the proposal to her.

A row of chairs away, a boy was kneeling on one knee holding a diamond ring, while several drones were hovering in the sky. The girl was so moved that she cried and laughed, and shyly extended her hand to him amidst the cheers of the people around her.

There was a burst of enthusiastic whistles and cheers from the crowd. She secretly breathed a sigh of relief in fear, and at the same time turned her head to look at the person next to her.

He sat on the chair and looked at her quietly, holding a moon-shaped necklace in his hand. He obviously saw all the tension and resistance she had just felt in his eyes. The calmness and loss in his dark eyes made her heart sharply ache. .

The two looked at each other silently for a long time, and the cheering atmosphere around them was absurd and ironic.

Song Shiwei's heart sank little by little.

In the end, the two of them returned to the city ahead of the rest of the group that night.

They were silent along the way, until Song Shiwei got out of the car and he calmly asked a question: "Are you going to continue like this with me?"

Without waiting for her answer, Ji Yanchen opened the door and got out of the car, walked to the trunk and took out her suitcase.

He walked her to the elevator. Song Shiwei looked at his unpredictable profile, clenched the handle of the box and tried hard to say something, but she was really powerless to deal with this situation. She watched helplessly as the elevator door slowly closed between the two of them until it was completely closed. She closed her eyes and took a long breath.

After arriving home, Song Shiwei felt uneasy and took a shower, feeling a little sluggish.

As she was blow-drying her hair, she was irritated and annoyed, wondering why her reaction at that time was so unstable.

Although she really hates this kind of moral kidnapping "romantic", it is impossible for him to propose to her in their current situation. To say the least, even if he really proposed in public, she would not let the two of them do it. A personally embarrassing way to decline. But at that moment, her judgment was affected by the surrounding environment, and her instincts reacted before reason.

Thinking that her panic, resistance, nervousness, and rejection in those few seconds were all seen by him, Song Shiwei grabbed her hair a few times, lowered her eyes and thought, he must have been disappointed at that time, right?

Even if the surprise he prepared was interrupted by someone else's proposal, what was ten times more embarrassing than being mistaken by the people around him for his proposal was that the reaction of the people around him was not surprising at all, but full of panic and rejection. .

Her reaction undoubtedly told him that she had no confidence or expectations for their future.

Song Shiwei let out a frustrated sigh, put down the hair dryer, turned off the light, went to bed, and picked up her mobile phone.

As usual, he sent a message that he had arrived home, and then another message saying "Go to bed early".

She nestled in the quilt and looked at the screen, mustering up the courage to explain. She typed and deleted the words repeatedly. After a long time, the input box was still blank.

But this time, no one sent a message to ridicule her for taking so long to type. She looked at the silently flashing cursor in the input box and thought sadly, sure enough, if she didn't make changes, no one would stand there waiting for her.

She slowly turned off her phone, lifted up the quilt as if to escape, and plunged herself into pitch darkness.

The next day, Song Shiwei took half a day off.

She couldn't sleep until very late last night, her head hurt, and she had no appetite. When she went to her workplace at noon, she was stopped in front of the gate by a well-dressed middle-aged woman with a kind-hearted look on her face. She asked politely: "Are you prosecutor Song Shiwei?"