Indecent and affectionate

Chapter 31

Driving a locomotive, speeding all the way.

Yu Zhile didn't wear a helmet, and the cold wind slapped her face roughly, but she didn't feel much pain, the tears had long since stopped, only the coldness that had condensed in her bones remained.

On both sides are the flying night and light clusters.

On New Year's Eve, most of the shops outside are already closed, so seize the only leisure time of the year to catch your breath.

Some hotels were still open, and people who had finished the New Year's Eve dinner came out in small groups, with satisfied smiles on their faces.

The money and ID card were in his pockets, and Yu Zhile didn't want to go back to the rented house that was as quiet as a cemetery, so he simply found a 24-hour convenient hotel along the way and planned to stay there overnight.

Even if she was alone, she didn't want to make herself miserable like a tramp.

Seeing someone open a room on New Year's Eve, the girl at the front desk was a little surprised, but she quickly contained this emotion gracefully.

She went through the formalities for Yu Zhile in an orderly manner, and when she handed her the room card, she smiled and said "Happy New Year".

"You too." Yu Zhile replied with a smile.

Once back and forth, each other felt warm.

Although the reasons for the two girls who couldn't go home were different, it was also fate that they could have one side and two words on such a night.

After entering the room and inserting the room card, the black room suddenly became clear.

Yu Zhile looked around, and slowly walked into the empty room. The pure white pillow was more eye-catching under the same color light, like a permanent hospital bed, waiting for those displaced sick people.

Yu Zhile took off her coat and lay down on it. She didn't take off her shoes, and her calves were hanging outside.

She took out her mobile phone. On the screen, there were calls from her mother and younger brother. There were many missed calls, adding up to a total of 23 calls.

She was on silent all the time.But even if she heard it, she might not answer it.

In addition, there are WeChat messages, which are basically group blessings. If you click on one at random, there will be a round chicken face, sprinkled all over the screen.

She didn't reply earlier, but Jing Sheng still sent her a message.

He asked her: Have you finished eating?

3 minutes ago.

She suddenly noticed Jing Sheng's profile picture, clicked on the big picture, and there was a yellowish cartoon animal who didn't know if it was a cat or a dog, holding a flower fish tightly in his arms, with round eyes wide open.

When she put it on, she never noticed.

Driven by some unknown force, Yu Zhile clicked on his circle of friends, wanting to see the life of a part of the people she had never seen before, and never expected.

Some people are born to stand in the clouds, some people are born to fall into the dust.Jing Sheng is undoubtedly the former.

As expected, he shared the New Year's Eve dinner and a family portrait.

With the magnificent background and warm light, the whole family looks good.

Jing Sheng was the one with the happiest smile, wishing to expose every tooth in the camera.

He also raised his arms and put his head to show his heart. Among the group of middle-aged and elderly people standing and smiling, he was very out of place.

The young man added words to this state: You may not see me, but you must see this heart.

Of course Yu Zhile knew who she was speaking to, and she wouldn't pretend to be sentimental, but she couldn't feel at ease either.

She continued to look down, it was nothing more than his life.

He likes rock and roll, and has shared many songs of this type in his circle of friends;
He likes to travel and will go to a country almost every season, such as volcanoes, aurora, sea, islands and plains;

He also has many friends. In the group photo, he is always the one with the brightest smile and the most ridiculous moves.

Yu Zhile knew that she was a completely different person from him, but quickly flipping through the photos, she felt as if she had stayed there for a short time, and she was also experiencing this dreamlike, unbelievable scene with the snap of her fingers. Life.In addition to being happy, the bunch of withered grass in her heart stretched out its stems and leaves like raindrops.

Just when she was watching more and more comfortably, the silent source of moistening things, the screen went dark, and a phone call came suddenly.

Yu Zhile was stunned for a moment, glanced at the name "Jing Sheng", hesitated for two seconds, and picked it up.

"Yu Zhile!" The other side was as excited as a bird flapping its wings.

Yu Zhile replied: "Yes."

"Why didn't you reply to my message?" He asked, out of breath, as if he had just swam 1000 meters.

"Why are you looking for me?" Yu Zhile went straight to the point.

"Why are you so quiet over there?" I have to say that this kid is a bit sensitive to human emotions and the environment.

Yu Zhile listened carefully to his side, and said, "Aren't you the same."

"I'm in the attic," Jing Sheng said, "Sprint all the way, stand at the highest window of my house, and see if you can see Chen Fang."

"see it?"

"No, it's too short, this broken house."

The woman stopped talking.

After a period of silence, Jing Sheng suddenly asked tentatively, "Happy year of the rooster?"

"Big chicken big profit?" he said again.

"What am I talking about?" He immediately denied himself, correcting his tone: "Actually, I just want to say..."

"I miss you."

"Well, yes," he was confirming, emphasizing over and over again: "I miss you, I miss you so much, I miss you so much, I miss you so much, I miss you so much, I miss you so much, why do I miss you so much?"

Facing his way of expressing his love like a record jamming and constantly replaying it, Yu Zhile still felt a touch of affection that cannot be ignored.

"Are you home?" Jing Sheng asked suddenly.

Yu Zhile lied to him: "At home."

Jing Sheng responded with a smile: "Okay, I'm going to Chenfang now, there must be no traffic police on the way today."

Yu Zhile was startled: "What are you doing?"

"See you," Jing Sheng replied without any pressure, "I want to celebrate the new year with you."

Yu Zhile refused: "Be honest, stay at home," paused: "Stay with your parents."

"I've been with them for several hours," Jing Sheng wailed, "I haven't seen you for several days, I just glanced at you, can this be compared to—?"

"Why don't we video?" Jing Sheng suggested.

"No."

"This can't work, that can't work, what can I do?"

"It can't be done."

"Wait for me at home," Jing Sheng seemed to be determined: "I'll go downstairs to get the car keys now."

Yu Zhile: "..."

It turns out that people can be impulsive to such an extent, she has seen it.

"Aren't you kidding?" She vaguely heard the sound of the man stomping downstairs.

"No kidding," Jing Sheng's tone was full of determination: "Give me three ten minutes. Do you want to bring some fireworks?"

He was completely caught up in his whole-hearted New Year's Eve planning.

Yu Zhile had no choice but to threaten her elders: "Do you want to see my parents?"

"Ah?" Jing Sheng didn't react for a moment.

"You came to see me, my parents are at home, what are you doing here? Seeing the parents?" Her teasing tone was also as cold as the wind.

"It's okay! I'm so young and handsome. I'm my brother's friend. I'm looking for my brother to play with." He smiled.

"..." This rascal.

But he is so emotional... Yu Zhile can only use the last trump card and confess everything: "Jing Sheng, I'm not at home."

"Then where are you?" The man was suddenly excited: "Where do you want to go when you are young?"

"I'm outside," Yu Zhile chose the words, as if trying to state what happened tonight in the most indifferent tone and in the most understated way: "I have a little unpleasantness with my dad, so I'm not at home for the time being .”

"He kicked you out of the house?" Jing Sheng's screenwriting ability in terms of family ethics broke through the sky.

"No, I came out by myself," Yu Zhile replied, "I'll be back in a while."

"Where is it?" Jing Sheng said, "I'll look for you."

"Outside."

"Wow!" Jing Sheng was a little impatient.

"I said I would go back."

"Okay." Jing Sheng hung up the phone abruptly.

Lost your temper?

Holding the phone high, looking at the inexplicably ended call interface, Yu Zhile didn't know why.

But the next second, on WeChat, Jing Sheng suddenly sent a location request, asking her to share her real-time location.

Yu Zhile didn't press it in.

The man on the opposite side was very anxious: "Where is the person?"

"where?"

"Tell me."

"If you don't tell me, I'll search all over the city."

"Look for one night, find the Lantern Festival from New Year's Eve."

Yu Zhile still ignored him.

The melon boy was still chirping on WeChat: "I'm leaving."

"[Picture]" - a photo of the steering wheel in the center console of the car.

"gone."

"I'm going to find you."

"Go door to door."

He chattered out a bunch of irritable words, and then threw back his real-time location, telling her that he really set off and was obliged to find her.

nerve.

Where did the obsession come from.

Yu Zhile couldn't empathize with her, but she couldn't ignore it either.

Maybe it's because of tonight's mixed emotions that took away her old temperament and made her weak willpower, or maybe she was tired of the endless days of giving and taking by herself, she began to ask for something, hoping that someone would stay with her. Around her, she also wants to find and possess, and live with a little reason and excuse that is good for her, a little brightness, a little flower fragrance, just a little bit.

When she was still terrified by the sudden fragility, Yu Zhile found that she had subconsciously placed the share and told the opposite party where she was.

"Wait there!"

Jing Sheng had probably already left home, and sent her a voice message aggressively.

Yu Zhile sat up from the bed, and belatedly caught a little bit of uneasiness that came from deep within her body.

Because Jing Sheng's is coming.

This sense of tension was originally small, but after she discovered this idea, it doubled in size.

Her heart rate is getting faster and faster, which is the most intuitive manifestation.

Yu Zhile got out of bed, the heater was blowing, she picked up the coat on the bed and wanted to put it on, but she didn't do it after all, she just touched her pocket.

She remembered that there was a pack of cigarettes in it, and it turned out that it was.

Yu Zhile took out the cigarette case, lit one, and then took a puff lightly and shallowly.

The milky white mist curls up and rises.

If it is said that alcohol makes people courageous and food makes people angry, then for her, it is smoke that calms down people's grievances.

Yu Zhile leaned back on the low cabinet, with one leg slightly bent, and the tight-fitting sweater drew her graceful bust and waist.

All of this, immersed in the smoke, has a misty charm.

Before he had smoked half a cigarette, the phone rang.

Yu Zhile picked it up.

"I'm here!" It's the first time I heard it, people's words can contain the atmosphere of mountains and rivers: "Which floor, which room?"

Yu Zhile walked to the door, took out the room card, glanced at it, put it back in the deck before the room was about to be dark, and then gave him the specific number.

She simply didn't go back, she held the cigarette in one hand, pulled out the anti-theft chain with the other, and stopped inside the door waiting for him to come.

Jing Sheng went upstairs faster than she expected, and after a while, she heard someone knock on the door twice, calling her name.

Yu Zhile stood there and unscrewed the handle in a moment.

As soon as the door was opened, Jing Sheng, who was out of breath from running, was suddenly choked by the smell of smoke in the room.

"Cough, cough," he slapped his chest wildly, "I, cough, shit, why are you smoking?"

Yu Zhile didn't respond, but just looked at him and how he looked when he came.He was really in a hurry, and he could tell he had run wildly for a while, because the bangs were all scattered on both sides, and there was no time to tidy them up.

She was inside the door, and he was outside, separated by a footline, but she didn't want to draw a line with him that much anymore.

Jing Sheng paused for a while, then raised his head to meet the woman's gaze.Her eyes are deep, like the cloudy and unpredictable sea.

After looking at each other for a second or two, Yu Zhile came back to his senses, turned around and led him inside.

Jing Sheng was carrying two bags of unknown things, and followed behind complaining: "This is the place you live in? Why don't you stay in a better hotel if you run away from home? Tomorrow is New Year's Eve."

Yu Zhile ignored it, took the overcoat on the bed, and hung it aside on a hanger.

In the single room, there was only one chair. She pushed the swivel chair over and motioned for him to sit.

Jing Sheng was not in a hurry to sit, and asked, "Where are you sitting?"

Yu Zhile gestured with her chin to sit on the bed, and she suggested: "Otherwise you sit on the bed."

Jing Sheng glanced at her. It was the first time he saw that she was not wearing that kind of cold and dark jacket that was like a protective shell that would keep people away from thousands of miles away. She was only wearing a white sweater, showing a soft and sweet face like Mao Dan pulp.

He deliberately showed a malicious smile: "I still don't want it, and you must not let me go to bed."

"..." Yu Zhile tilted his face, glanced at him, and sat back on the bed.

The smoke between the fingers is still burning.

Jing Sheng moved the chair a little closer in front of her, at a place where she was oblique, almost touching.

He began to flip through a bag in his hand: "I brought you a lot of food, do you want to drink this?"

A can of imported milk of unknown brand.

"It's still hot!"

"This chocolate is delicious," he eagerly opened a matcha-colored box: "It makes perfect."

"You don't want to eat sweet and salty ones. What is this, fish fillets?" Some snacks, even he himself didn't know what they were, and he was still pulling them out and sharing them with her. From time to time, he discovered a new world, his eyes lit up Local recommendation: "This, this, Julang large-cut potato chips, especially crispy and fragrant."

He talked enthusiastically to himself for a while, seeing that Yu Zhile was not very interested, and Jing Sheng was not annoyed, so he put them back one by one, lazily curling the corners of his lips, and looked at her:
"My aunt bought them all, and she still treats me like a child. I don't eat these things anymore, anyway, I bring them all to you."

Yu Zhile watched him quietly without speaking. Finally, he took another breath of the cigarette, letting a wisp of smoke waft between them.

Jing Sheng didn't mention food any more, turned his hand to a can of drinks, and said, "Don't smoke."

"Although the way you smoke...is beautiful." In the last two sentences, the voice grew longer.

Yu Zhile pinched the cigarette and threw it into the wastebasket: "I don't want to eat."

"Then don't eat." Jing Sheng put the last thing in his hand back into the bag, and threw it to his feet. When he looked up at Zhi Le again, his dark eyes were still as bright as ever: "I Talk to you? Tell you jokes? How about we go downstairs to set off fireworks? I brought them too."

He spouted suggestions and tried to amuse her with all his might.

"I don't want to talk either." Yu Zhile said.

"..." Jing Sheng fell silent.

Not happy to eat, not happy to chat, mouth thing, always want to do something else, Yu Zhile looked into his eyes, and asked lightly: "Kiss?"

First he was stunned for a moment, and in an instant, Jing Sheng's eyes widened in surprise.

At the same moment, Yu Zhile sent her upper body forward and kissed the man in front of her.

She thought, if at this moment, her soul was out of her body, she could see herself, and when she kissed him, she would definitely be in the posture of moths flying to a flame.

(End of this chapter)