Yang Xiaonian’s Promotion

   Actually, Yang Xiaonian really thought wrong.

  The reason why Yang Weihong dressed like this to pick up Yang Xiaonian at the gate of the party school is because since she knew that Yang Xiaonian came to study in Jihai, she couldn't help thinking of him in her mind and longed to meet him alone.

  Yang Xiaonian likes white. Yang Xiaonian praised her thighs as the most beautiful.

"Why don't you talk? Do you still hate me in your heart? You don't come to see me when you arrive in Jihai, and you don't dare to express your friendship with the villagers?" After driving this car, I didn't hear a word from Yang Xiaonian for a long time, Yang Weihong said leisurely. Turned around and said a word.

   Seeing that there seemed to be an elite tear in the corner of her eye, Yang Xiaonian trembled, not knowing how to respond to Yang Weihong. After pondering for a while, Yang Xiaonian said dryly: "I don't know how you want me to express it? Invite you to dinner, or go shopping with you? This kind of thing seems to be the Wang Shu. Remember what you should do?" [

   Yang Xiaonian was still thinking: Hmph, I'm afraid he doesn't have the courage. If Wang Zengtao rushes to the street and takes your hand and turns around, maybe I really admire him a little bit.

   Yang Weihong didn't turn her head this time, but her voice was pleading, and she said slowly, "Xiao Nian, please treat me to a meal, okay?"

  Through the rearview mirror in front of the car, Yang Xiaonian could clearly see that Yang Weihong's beautiful face in the mirror was already full of tears.

  Yang Xiaonian could feel the sadness in Yang Weihong's heart, because she said these words with tears and a smile. That forced smile was even uglier than crying.

   She laughed, because she didn't want Yang Xiaonian to see the pain in her heart. However, this kind of tearful smile can sting Yang Xiaonian's heart that was originally pierced by a needle.

   To be precise, Yang Xiaonian didn't know that his former love was not living a free and easy life, and he always felt pity and pity for her in his heart. But the more you pity her and pity her, the more you can't help hating her.

   Therefore, Yang Xiaonian's feelings for Yang Weihong have always been very contradictory.

  Rationally, he felt he should forgive her. After all, Yang Weihong, a weak woman, had no choice but to sacrifice her own happiness for her family and for her younger brother.

   However, emotionally speaking, he really couldn't forgive this woman who hurt him and humiliated his pure feelings.

It was in this conflicted heart that he was avoiding Yang Weihong all the time, not to mention seeing her, even when he thought of her in his mind, he hurriedly used other things to shift his thinking, as soon as possible. Get her out of your mind.

However, when he was now facing the tearful eyes of Yang Weihong in the mirror, Yang Xiaonian still couldn't help saying: "Please invite you to dinner? No problem, it's okay to invite you to a meal. Come on, let's go. Where to eat?"

  Yang Weihong laughed sincerely, thought about it and said, "Go to Qingquan Villa, the environment there is very good." While talking, Yang Weihong accelerated the speed. The car went all the way north along Yingshan Road, and went forward for about ten kilometers after leaving the city. Then it turned off the main road and drove along a winding road all the way to Qingquan Mountain.

  In the north of Jihai City, Yang Xiaonian knows that there is such a small mountain with lush trees, but he has never been there, and he does not know when a Qingquan Villa was built here.

   Yang Xiaonian didn't know until later that Qingquan Villa was really aptly named. In front of a wooden archway painted with red paint, between the eaves and bucket arches and the carved beams and painted buildings, the four gilt characters of "Qingquan Villa" look very dazzling in the sun. Going further inside, there are green trees on both sides, quiet environment, gurgling streams and picturesque scenery.

  All the houses in the villa are typical northern buildings with blue bricks and red tiles, and the interior of the hotel is very elegant. When I drove the car into the parking lot, there were already several high-end-looking cars in it. The two walked into the front desk, and Yang Weihong asked for a private room that was a bit remote in the innermost part of the villa.

After    was seated, Yang Xiaonian couldn't help feeling overwhelmed in the face of Yang Weihong, who was a little embarrassed. If... the things that shouldn't have happened between two people never happened, what would it be like?

  If you are a couple in an intimate room, sitting in such a room, listening to the rushing waves outside, drinking a glass of red wine, the feeling must be wonderful.

  Unfortunately, things that shouldn’t have happened have already happened, time will not go back, and the two of them are destined to never go back to the past...

   Originally thought that Yang Weihong would say something to himself. What he didn't expect was that during the banquet, Yang Weihong didn't even mention anything about the past or present, but just smiled brightly and drank with him, cup after cup... This kind of scene has a kind of natural and transcendent transformation. . [

  The night outside is getting darker, but the lights in the room are getting brighter.

   "Don't drink anymore, we'll all get drunk when we drink it." Looking at the night outside, Yang Xiaonian stretched out his hand to cover the wine glass in front of him, preventing Yang Weihong from pouring wine into it.

   "Okay, don't drink if you don't drink...Yang Xiaonian, thank you for being able to accompany me to dinner." Yang Weihong was very decisive. Hearing that Yang Xiaonian didn't want to drink any more, he immediately put down the wine bottle in his hand. "Come on, I'll take you back."

   Yang Xiaonian was a little hesitant, looked at her and said, "I know you're not drunk now, but, after all, you've already drank a lot..."

Yang Weihong glanced at Yang Xiaonian sadly, and said faintly, "What? I'm afraid that my driving skills will not pass the test? Or do you want to stay and spend the night with me here? Even if you want, you won't want it, right? "

  Yang Xiaonian looked at her calmly, stood up and said, "You are drunk..."

"Cuckoo... Is that right? Am I drunk? Then you say, what I said was drunk? Haha, I really want to get drunk. Only when I'm drunk can I dare to say two truths... "Yang Weihong giggled, turned and walked out the door. Yang Xiaonian listened in the back, only to feel that his heart was twisted by a knife.

  I knew now, why bother in the beginning? Does it mean that you have no other way to go than this one?

  Thinking of this, Yang Xiaonian couldn't help shaking his body, and suddenly realized that he had never been able to forgive Yang Weihong, maybe this was the real reason.

  I can't forgive Yang Weihong for taking such a path, that is, I can't forgive Yang Weihong for getting out of her bed and then "going out of the wall" to exchange her body for what she wants. Yang Xiaonian believes that he is not a feudal and pedantic ancient Confucian scholar, and he insists on the kind of "starvation death is a small matter, a breach of discipline is a big problem". However, he always believed that Yang Weihong was far from starving to death at that time.

Just when he was thinking about it in his head, Yang Weihong had already twisted his slender waist, took big steps, stepped on the high-heeled sandals on his feet, and walked forward along the stone road in front of the door for more than ten meters. far distance. Just at the fork in front, Yang Weihong looked like he wanted to take a shortcut. Instead of walking down the road to the end of the T-shaped road and then turning, he started from the "vertical hook" of the "D" character and the "one horizontal". Crossed it diagonally.

   "Oops..." With her screaming in pain, Yang Weihong's body suddenly slumped. When Yang Xiaonian realized that the situation was not good and ran to her side with two or three strides, she saw that Yang Weihong had already struggled to get up, the stockings on one leg had worn a large hole, and dark purple blood dripped from the hole. fall.

   "Are you injured?" Yang Xiaonian hurried over to help her and asked.

   "It's okay..." Yang Weihong smiled sadly, and then said: "Look, God is so fair. It satisfies one of my wishes, and at the same time makes me pay a little pain..."

   "..." For her words, Yang Xiaonian could only be silent. "Are you all right? Go slow, I'll hold you up..."

   "Oops..." Yang Weihong cried out as soon as she took a step forward, holding on to the injured leg, she almost burst into tears again.

   "What's wrong with you? Does it hurt?" Yang Xiaonian asked quickly.

   "My foot...my foot is sprained...how about you carry me to the car?" Yang Weihong said painfully.

Yang Xiaonian looked at her pale face, but didn't say anything. He stretched out one hand to her armpit, and grabbed her two legs with the other, and picked him up with a little force. .

   She's still so light...

   curled up in Yang Xiaonian's arms, and there was a hint of a smile in the corner of Yang Weihong's mouth. Hopefully, the road from here to the parking lot can end forever...

  Ten minutes, the longest was ten minutes, Yang Xiaonian still carried Yang Weihong to the front of the car. After putting Yang Weihong in the car, Yang Xiaonian went back and settled the bill and came out. Then he got into the driving position and drove the car back to the city along the original road. [

   "Shall I take you to the hospital?" Yang Xiaonian asked Yang Weihong's opinion. But this proposal was rejected by Yang Weihong: "No, I think it's much better now. Take me home, I have medicine at home."

   "I'll take you home?" Yang Xiaonian asked involuntarily. As if she knew what he was thinking, Yang Weihong was silent for a while, and said leisurely: "He only comes to me once or twice a month, and every time he comes, he will call..." The implication, Naturally, I didn't get a call today, and he won't come.

   Under the guidance of Yang Weihong, the car drove into a high-end residential area in the city center. In front of a building, Yang Weihong asked Yang Xiaonian to park the car: "You help me up... I live in the east household on the third floor."

   Yang Xiaonian didn't say anything, and still carried Yang Weihong out of the car and walked upstairs.

  This is her and that person's love nest? She was waiting for the old man to arrive in a room upstairs...

   Although, Yang Xiaonian's heart seemed to be dripping blood every time he took a step up. However, at this time, it is obviously not very suitable to turn around and leave. At the door of room 302, Yang Weihong took out the key from the small bag on her body, put one arm around Yang Xiaonian's neck, and opened the door with the key in the other hand.

But at the moment when the door was opened, inside the door, an old man in his fifties in white pajamas was standing behind the door and opened his arms with a smile: "Little baby, do you miss me? Huh? Uh...you...you...what's the matter?"