Indecent and affectionate

Chapter 45

Yu's mother was stunned in place, she was suddenly a little afraid to look at the young man's eye-catching eyes, that gaze seemed to have strength, her feet were weak from staring at her, and she had to hold on to the door frame to stabilize her figure.

A passage of his words was really like rubble from a landslide, covering her head and face, making her dizzy.

After a while, tears rolled out of Yu's mother's drooping eyes. She couldn't speak, and her slightly parted lips were trembling.

Yu Zhile hated seeing her mother cry the most, her cowardice made her hate and hurt.

She could only let out a long breath, turned around, walked to the table with her back to them.

Her nose was sore, she could only take a deep breath and keep breathing to suppress the heat that was about to burst from her eyes.

After a while, Yu Zhile heard her mother's voice speaking again: "You marry her?"

The middle-aged woman was trembling all over, and asked, "What are you going to marry her with?!"

"..." This question made Jing Sheng stunned.

What to marry her with?
Damn, can't he afford to marry Yu Zhile?He is so handsome and rich?Could it be that she is not worthy of her daughter in her eyes?
Jing Sheng rubbed his bangs depressedly, not quite understanding the lady's attitude.

Wealth is too superficial, so he chose a very powerful answer: "Marry with my life, can I marry with my life? If I can't marry your daughter, I won't find someone else in the future."

"I'll leave it at that, whoever I want!" He seemed to be losing his temper, and he also seemed to make a poisonous oath: "Unless Yu Zhile doesn't want to marry me, I will definitely marry her!"

Yu Mu stared at him silently, and finally realized his intentions and seriousness.

But his seriousness, in her opinion, was too naive.

Yu's mother shrank back, exhausted: "Our family doesn't want to climb high, I just want my daughter to find someone who is honest and friendly, and live a normal life..."

She looked at the front lazily, and her tone was slow and light, not like a statement, but more like a sigh.

"Mom—" Yu Zhile couldn't take it anymore, turned around suddenly, and called to his mother.

Yu's mother, who was interrupted, looked at her and asked, "Zhi Le, have you thought about marrying him?"

Yu Zhile's throat moved slightly, and he remained silent.

Jing Sheng glanced at her and began to defend her: "It doesn't matter if she doesn't agree now, girls, you always need time to think about it."

Mother Yu rubbed her astringent eyes: "What did she promise, she didn't dare to promise at all. What status do you have, and what is the status of our family, you haven't figured it out yet?"

Jing Sheng understood her point and smiled: "I found out that some people are poor and deserve to be poor all their lives."

His sudden change of attitude made Yu's mother very uncomfortable: "What did you say?"

The man bit his lower lip, frowned, showing a bit of anger: "I have rotted in the mud for most of my life, and I have to pull my daughter to rot in it to be happy."

Mother Yu looked at him in surprise.

"Let me tell you this." He tapped his hand twice in the air, as if looking for an appropriate description: "You should be glad that your daughter didn't die with you. She bloomed and was very beautiful. Out of the mud but not stained, just happened to be seen by me."

Speaking of this, he went to hold Yu Zhile's hand, pulled her over in a daze, and looked at her mother together: "I just dragged her out and raised her in my big gold-plated vat, are you not convinced? "

The strong sourness came back to the tip of his nose again, and Yu Zhile couldn't help holding his lips and looking away.

She is used to fighting alone, and she always confidently believes that she can be alone, and there is no way for anyone to do it.

But when Jing Sheng stood beside her, gently squeezed her hand, and described and defended her with those weird and beautiful metaphors beyond her imagination, she heard the little and solid heart wall she had built up. , in the sound of uncontrolled collapse.

The fragility of farewell reunion.

Unbelievable fragility.

That's what it feels like--

It was like tearing open all the papered windows, and those hidden ugliness, humiliation, and self-improvement were all exposed to the dazzling sun.

Mother Yu looked at the two people in front of her, her eyes fluttered, but she didn't shed any more tears.

There was a long silence.

Yu Zhile controlled her emotions, "Mom, take the things back."

The tone of the visitor.

"You should know what you should have known. I have also received the attitude you gave," Yu Zhile said in a steady tone, and paused: "It's getting late, you should go there earlier, I'll call a car for you, Let it come downstairs to pick you up."

"No need," Yu's mother refused, bent down, put the package in the porch, and when she looked up again, she said, "You can do it yourself."

Yu's mother turned around immediately, and she went downstairs slowly, her steps faltering, as if the short 10 minutes had consumed her ten years.

Yu Zhile didn't catch up, and tried to break away from Jing Sheng's hand, but was held tightly by the latter.

With his other hand, he closed the door distractedly.

Blocking the outside world, he frowned, turned his head, met Yu Zhile's eyes, pursed his lips twice, and said, "Your family is full of monsters and ghosts."

Yu Zhile didn't answer, and turned to look away.It seems that he doesn't want to face this question directly.

Jing Sheng stared at her again for a while, stepped forward two steps, and pulled the woman into his arms involuntarily: "Cry."

The palm still patted her back twice.

Yu Zhile's chin rested stiffly on his shoulder: "..."

"Don't cry?" She noticed that she was not moving.

Yu Zhile replied, "I don't want to cry."

"Tsk, why don't you play cards according to common sense," he complained, leaving her with the other hand, and hugged her even tighter: "I can't help it, I just like you like this."

"Jing Sheng." Yu Zhile called him.

Man: "Huh?"

"Thanks……"

"Shut up," Jing Sheng suddenly jumped away and put his arms around her shoulders: "There is nothing to thank for husband and wife, don't be so polite, you will panic after hearing this."

Yu Zhile bent her eyes slightly, and suddenly thought of something: "I have something for you."

She freed his hands, turned around and walked to the bed.

Jing Sheng hurriedly followed, while joking: "Are you going to make a promise with your body?"

The second after she finished speaking, the woman turned to the end of the bed, squatted down, and took out the black guitar.

Yu Zhile raised the guitar, put it on the ground lightly, and looked at him: "I wrote you a song, and I plan to give it to you on Valentine's Day."

Jing Sheng was taken aback for a moment, and then replied, "Then give it to me on Valentine's Day."

"I'm going to make a disc, and I'll wrap the CD for you." Yu Zhile took out a stack of blankets from the closet next to him, spread them out, and spread them on the floor: "Since you're here, I'll play it for you face to face, and even more sincerity."

Then waved: "Come here."

She sat on the ground, hugged the guitar in front of her, and casually tried the strings.

Two clear strokes, like light, splashed from her fingertips into the air.

Jing Sheng also obediently sat cross-legged next to her, he never thought that Zhile would write a song for him.

How could there be such a romantic and poetic woman, he had never seen one before.

Her expression is obviously so quiet; her face has not been disturbed by any modification; she does not look "well-prepared" at all, let alone the yellow decals on the mirror, looking forward to being a lover.

But such freedom to move at will hit his chest.His heart was beating like steel balls, and he insisted that this feeling must be called ecstasy.

Yu Zhile played the guitar and introduced: "This song is not very good."

"..." That's right, I'll stud it with diamonds even if you sing shit.

"The name of the song is "Dog Wins." She smiled, her eyes suddenly brightened with a girlish innocence.

"..." Jing Sheng thought he didn't hear clearly: "What the hell?"

"Dog wins."

"Dog wins?"

"Puppy's dog," Yu Zhile's eyes widened with joy, "Jing Sheng's victory."

It sounded wrong, but after thinking about it, it was quite reasonable. Jing Sheng rubbed his chin twice, thinking deeply: "Is there any allusion to this name?"

"No allusions, I'll give you a note on WeChat."

"Asshole," Jing Sheng said rudely, "Can you make some notes, such as your husband."

Yu Zhile reached out and pinched one of his cheeks: "This one is more kind and cute, I like this one."

Her intimate actions and reasons instantly made the man die down: "Sing."

He didn't care about it.

As soon as Yu Zhile touched the fretboard, Jing Sheng hurriedly stopped her: "Wait a minute."

Ok?The woman waits patiently.

Jing Sheng took out the phone in his pocket and turned on the flash: "Okay."

"what?"

He waved it twice, solemnly: "Light stick, support, look at my professional fan quality."

He really understands everything, Yu Zhile chuckled: "Shut it off, dazzle."

Jing Sheng obediently turned off the flashlight and said, "You are not at all resistant to stress. It seems that you are also doing math problems on the blackboard."

Yu Zhile's smile deepened, knowing what he meant, she didn't deny it, but confessed: "Yes, it's the first time I've written a song for a man, and I have to sing it to him face to face. I'm nervous and my hands are shaking."

"I'm so fucking happy." Jing Sheng muttered softly.

"What did you say?" Yu Zhile really didn't hear clearly.

Jing Sheng increased his voice: "If I fall down in a while, don't worry, I will pass out from happiness."

"Oh," Yu Zhile responded, and asked, "Then shall I start singing?"

The man nodded his head heavily, and then nodded again.

Yu Zhile set up the guitar and cleared his throat.

She raised her eyes and glanced at the opposite side, Jing Sheng happened to be looking at him too, and smiled at each other, there was no prelude, only the back of her finger tapped lightly on the panel.

The bright chords, directly accompanied by the woman's voice, opened——

"The dog wins he's a boy,

He always said he was handsome,
I also see that he is lovely,
He loves to drink milk,
I still don't want to change the habit,

Others said he was a freak,

He is also blind a few hello,

Hey, he's a scoundrel—

Be nice to me every day,

I don't want to pay attention
And not cruel to say goodbye,

He loves and loves all day,
Oops, I confess,

In the end I couldn't live without…”

After the verse was over, Jing Sheng was already grinning from ear to ear.

He thought that with Yu Zhile's personality, he could only create some quiet and graceful songs. What he didn't expect was that this song was so touching and lovely from the lyrics to the melody.

Especially during the process of humming, she cast a glance at him from time to time, and that clever and sly smile made him look like two different people.

The notes and her voice are like colorful fruit candies, constantly pouring and jumping around:
"He may still be guessing,

But he can also play tricks,

always hit me right,

Become the glory of my life,

How should I confess,

I've fallen in love with this little boy,
la la la la la la,
la la la la la la,
Smelly rascal, pervert,
big freak, little boy,

La la la, la la la, la la la,
my rascal,
my little boy,
......"

My heart is about to melt, turning into honey water.

When the woman hummed to the end, Jing Sheng asked with a smile, "Yu Zhile, are you confessing to me?"

"That's right—" the woman nodded, looking at him bluntly, her hands still clattering skillfully.

"do it again."

"..."

"Encore! Encore!" Jing Sheng demanded strongly, "I haven't heard clearly yet."

"Add more money, I have a big coffee position." Yu Zhile also joked with him rarely.

"Gagagagagagagagaga..." He would say it endlessly.

Warm light came through the narrow window.

The strings are melodious, bouncing on the ceiling and the ground.

On the same soft blanket, they looked at each other, as if they had really found the purest and simple destination.

(End of this chapter)