Sadness begins with your name

Chapter 12
Ever since Bo Yuntian left, the house has always been silent.

The underwear I washed in the morning was hanging in the courtyard, and the star plum blossoms in the flower pond in the corner were in full bloom, and the clusters were really bright.And look at the cluster of green plants outside the door, there is not a single flower, it turns out that the tea flower has long since happened.

I put away all my small white bra and panties, and when I was about to collect Ning Qinglan's underwear, I couldn't find them—I remembered that I also helped her wash a set of purple lace underwear in the morning.

Maybe she wore it.

Under the big sun, I walked into the house with my head bowed like a drooping flower with my clothes in my arms.

The door of the middle hall was closed, I gently pushed it open, stepped over the threshold, and was about to send the clothes to the bedroom when I suddenly heard a strange sound.

It was a sound between pain and happiness, between crying and laughing, like a thin moan, or a tactful singing, it escaped from the crack in the door of Ning Qinglan's bedroom, one by one. Float into my ears.

After 1 minute, I suddenly understood what kind of sound it was.

"Oh, oh..." A tight and slow moan was like a low groan, mixed with a muffled voice from a man's throat.

My scalp was about to explode, and my whole body seemed to have been shocked by an electric current, and I was numb and unable to move.Even though I knew that she often brought some dubious men to the house, it was the first time I heard it with my own ears.

The underwear was held in the palm of my hand and it was almost clenched into a ball. It was not until I felt a sharp pain that I lowered my head to find a small hole in my right hand heart by the steel brace that ran out from the edge of the underwear. The blood that slowly flowed out stained the underwear. On the sky, like plum blossoms polluting the snow scene.

With a clang, I lifted my foot and kicked it onto an iron-backed chair next to the coffee table, and the groans in the bedroom stopped immediately.

I can't describe my mood at that time, I just raised my foot fiercely and kicked the legs of the coffee table and the iron chair beside me.

The crackling noise resounded through the living room, and I spat forcefully towards the bedroom, cursing angrily, "Shameless!"

shameless.I felt very ashamed and wanted to quickly escape from this humiliating and embarrassing scene, but my feet were as if rooted and unable to move.

There was a dead silence inside, as if everything just now was my auditory hallucination, and there was no one in the bedroom.

After a long time, a faint sigh came from his ear.

And the scene I saw through the crack of the door is a scene that I can hardly get rid of in my life, and I don't want to think of it again in my life.

The teacher I adore, admire and even secretly love, that elegant and handsome man in his thirties, Lin Yuehe who is always as handsome and gentle as a boy, at this moment, is lying naked on the big bed in my bedroom, to be more specific, It was lying on the body of my mother, Ning Qinglan, the woman who was once very charming, once hysterical, worked as a model, wrote novels and divorced.

They are entangled together nervously and quietly, as if they are nostalgic for the intimacy of this moment, and they seem to be waiting for the intruder outside the door to leave.

With a heavy brain and a broken heart, I didn't know how to get out of the house.

On the small path covered with weeds outside the door, I ran like crazy, like a puppy bitten by a wild animal.The sky has darkened, in the twilight of Liao Jing's small town, the wind is blowing silently, it strokes my hair, touches my ears, as if it is telling me softly: Bosha, dear Bosha, everything will be In the past, don't be afraid, don't be afraid.

I sprinkled my tears in the wind, squatted down, hugged myself, and the lush and wild grass buried me deeply.

In this world, no one can see me, and no one cares about me.

When it was getting dark, the door of the house rang, and I looked out from the grass, and I saw a man in my sight, a thin man walking out of the door quickly.

The stars rose one by one in the pale blue night sky, and in the chaotic light, their intermittent and light conversation was carried into my ears by the wind.

"Let's go...don't come here again." Ning Qinglan supported the door frame, her long hair hanging down covered her face.

"I will." The man said softly and tenderly but extremely melancholy and nostalgic.

"There will be no future, Alan." The wind sent the man's words to my ears clearly and in time, and cold sweat broke out all over my body immediately.

Ning Qinglan, Alan, it turns out that she is the Alan he never forgets between his brows!

Holding my breath, peeping through the layers of weeds, the familiar silhouette of the man gradually changed from blurred to clear, until he was farther and farther away from the gate, farther and farther away from Ning Qinglan, until he passed in front of me, Let me see his face again clearly and desperately.

He said I looked like someone, he was wandering outside my house, he was still drunk and sinking, and he couldn't recover after a setback.

In fact, it was all because he discovered that the woman he could never forget had actually been living by his side all along.

(End of this chapter)