Xiangguang meets you

Chapter 131 The Saigon Rainy Season

After the hot afternoon wind passed through the dense jasmine leaves and the lush and huge green calla lily leaves, it washed away a lot of heat and blows in from the balcony with the smell of plants.

The soft muslin curtains swayed gently as she slid off the silk skirts that piled on her waist and legs.

Wen Nianbai's slender waist was soft, and the golden light from the shadows outside the shutters was fine and soft, with soft eyelashes drooping, his cold eyes looked at her tenderly, but there was a sparkle in the bottom of them.

He flipped over neatly, and she was caught under his backhand, her braids scattered messily.

When she was struggling, the butterfly bones were retracted, and her slim snow-white waist was gathered into a beautiful calla lily flower in dense green calla lily leaves.

The dark flames in Bai Cang's eyes burned.

"I told you not to cause trouble, you will hurt even more." The hoarse and cool voice was accompanied by the sound of metal clashing when the belt buckle was undone, making one's scalp tingle.

Wen Nianbai shuddered slightly at the sound, then closed his eyes, and recited softly: "In this apartment in Saigon, the wooden shutters and the cotton curtains separate this bed from the city. No Anything hard that separates us from the rest of us...."

That is the description of the novel part of "Lover".

She knew it, and Bo Cang knew it too.

He began dismantling her casually, bit by bit: "This story of Marguerite Duras didn't end well."

The white calla lilies are always the most beautiful and attractive when they are about to bloom, half-covered by the snow, and the fat trembles slightly.

Wen Nianbai said indifferently: "Why does it have to have a happy ending?"

Bai Cang paused, and asked softly, "Is this your truth?"

Wen Nianbai laughed softly: "Yes."

She closed her eyes, relaxed herself, and continued to chant softly: "Jane found that Tony smelled of British cigarettes, high-end perfume and honey, and his skin had mulberry, pressed silk and gold. smell, so he's really touching..."

Bo Cang looked at the calla lily flower, trembling in the afternoon rainstorm in Saigon, and shivering slightly in the bright sun.

Wen Nianbai said softly: "Jane suddenly saw him in the dark bathroom, he was sitting, holding a glass of whiskey in his hand, smoking a cigarette. This is a veteran in the court of love...he must have had many climbing willows The life of folded flowers..."

"I said to him that I thought he must have had many women, and it would be best if I was one of them. We looked at each other, and he understood what I was saying, and suddenly his eyes changed and became very false, as if A bondage of pain, weakness...."

After reading a line from "The Lover", Bo Cang stopped all his movements. He narrowed his eyes dangerously, turned her over, and looked sharply at the trembling person in front of him.

The corners of her eyes were still soft and slightly drunk, but her face was pale and her eyes were cold.

He laughed, his voice was cold: "Hehehe..."

He snorted lightly: "In that story, Jane and Tony had mutual affection from the very beginning, but this was a relationship that both of them knew from the beginning that they were destined to separate, so they hurt each other unceremoniously, so as to limit it." In a lover's relationship."

What a smart person he is, he has already remembered the name of this hotel - Conlon.

The name of the embankment apartment where the heroine Tony and the heroine girl Jane meet in "Lover".

Wen Nianbai pursed his lips, and asked lightly: "Is the story not good, an Oscar-nominated story."

Bo Cang paused for a moment, with cold anger rolling in his eyes, but his voice became more gentle, and he lifted her chin: "You dressed up like this today and brought me to this hotel to say that you are Jane and I am Tony, so it's best to just be lovers?"

Wen Nianbai bent his eyes, raised his black eyes and looked at him calmly: "I like you, and you, do you like me too, right? Just like Tony likes Jane, and Jane also likes Tony?"

Bai Cang paused, he didn't expect Wen Nianbai to confess so bluntly, to confess so plainly.

It was like originally thinking that it would take a lot of thought to make a person have no way out, but the other party just walked to the edge of the cliff and jumped directly.

He was stunned, his eyes fluctuating.

After a while, the corners of his lips curved into a helpless and cold smile, and he raised his hand to gently stroke the fine strands of hair beside her ears: "Have you ever seen me be so patient with someone I don't like?"

Yes, she naturally knew, of course he was in love with her, otherwise why would such an indifferent man need to bother so much?

But what about love?

Wen Nianbai looked out the window at the distant red roof covered by the big leaves of Indian jasmine, his eyes were soft and indifferent.

"Just like Jane doesn't understand Tony's past, Tony doesn't understand what life has made Jane so cold and innocent, but the little Jane and Tony know about each other know that they are not the same, you me too."

She raised her hand to gently touch his shoulder, leaned herself on his shoulder, and closed her eyes: "So, just like when they met in Saigon, it started with desire and ended with love, okay, you I was destined to do so."

Bai Cang didn't speak, and she didn't move either, she just listened to his heartbeat quietly, her nose was filled with the smell of his refreshing shower gel, mixed with the green scent of Indian jasmine and calla lily in the afternoon.

She watched the muslin curtains by the shutters still fluttering, rustling...

The rocking chair at the door was also shaking slightly, and the mottled light and shadow in the afternoon filled the ground.

……

Time was flowing slowly and viscously, and she didn't know how long she heard his gentle and cold voice: "It started with desire and ended with love?"

She was silent and did not speak.

He stroked her long hair with a soft voice like a lover whispering in her ear: "Not good, but..."

That voice gave Wen Nianbai a chill in his heart, and then asked calmly, "But what?"

Bo Cang raised his face, looked at her, and said in a cool voice, "You do these things with such a decisive attitude, forcing me to either perform a new "Lover" with you, or I will stop. All means, so that you have time and space to see clearly and judge whether I really have feelings for you."

Wen Nianbai paused, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, it was the stunned and a little panic of being exposed.

But then, she calms down and yes, that's what she's for.

Time for space.

Her tricks are too poor, her methods are not clever, and she doesn't have the ability to read people's hearts, so she can only take her time.

But he doesn't want to waste time. Although he has a cold face, he hides his usual sharp aggressiveness in secret. If he wants it, he will get it immediately.

He knew better how "delicious" he was, and the means were beyond her ability to handle, she simply couldn't resist his temptation.

But she didn't even know whether she was infatuated with him or if she was really moved.

How could she be willing to be led by him like this, like a tango that only he can stop.

Jin Lu said that she was a stubborn person, yes, she was just that stubborn, when she didn't know what she wanted, she refused to take a step forward.

Wen Nianbai was in his arms, whispering softly: "Bo Cang, I don't know you, how much do you know me? Don't be a lover, but a lover, do you believe this?"

She couldn't see his face, but she also knew that the coldness hidden all over his body was anger.

He was a man who did not like others to arrange his steps.

The air is quiet, only the sound of pedestrians and vehicles passing by outside the window and vendors shouting.

They were so close to each other in disheveled clothes, so close that they could feel the temperature and smell of each other's skin, but they were negotiating like a fight, Wen Nianbai sighed softly, distracted with some self-deprecating.

A long time, no, maybe just a moment.

The man's cool voice sounded above her head: "How long do you want?"

Wen Nianbai tilted his head, thought for a while: "Three years."

Bai Cang: "Calling the price all over the sky, paying back the money on the spot, do you think it is suitable for the current scene where you can't escape anywhere?"

Wen Nianbai: "Two years... OK, one year and eight months."

Bai Cang sneered softly: "Let's play a new "Lover", but it doesn't matter who is Jane."

Wen Nianbai bit his lip, lowered his eyes, and silently concealed his unwillingness.

Sure enough, he knew that in Duras's autobiographical film "The Lover", the cruelest person was actually the 15-year-old naive and cruel girl.

In the end, I will never forget, and it is Tony who cannot let go.

His slender fingers caressed her lips, forcing her to loosen her teeth, so as not to let her abuse her lips, and his voice was gentle again: "One year, I will give you a year, and I will also count it for myself. Inside, you and I are friends, superiors and subordinates, not lovers, not boyfriend and girlfriend."

Hearing this, she was suddenly pleasantly surprised, grabbed his sleeve, and finally secretly let out a long sigh of relief.

It is good to have room for maneuver.

But then, she suddenly felt that when she turned her eyes, she was pressed face down, and she was a little panicked: "You..."

He lowered his head and said coldly in her ear: "We are still in Saigon, you finished the first half of this scene, and I will naturally finish the remaining half of this scene."

He paused, then chuckled hoarsely: "I only ask for a small interest. If you don't want to, the agreement will be voided. Follow my steps."

She paused, his slender and slightly cold hands lightly reached into her skirt, Wen Nian's white and black jade eyes trembled slightly, instantly stained with water.

She suddenly remembered the dream she had when she was in Hanoi, and now it looks like an omen.

"Hmm." She said softly, and she didn't move quietly, looking at the plain white curtains in a daze. The curtains were shaking slightly, and the sky outside the window was blue and clean.

The house with the red roof is as beautiful as in an oil painting.

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　　It's hard to write, it's too hard for me.

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(End of this chapter)