I'm a world apart from you

Chapter 63 The Campfire Kiss (1)
When Wen Ge walked back, the bonfire had already been lit, and even if he stood outside the crowd, he could still feel the warmth rushing towards his face.

She approached and heard the lighting engineers of the production crew being pulled out to sing. One of them who was tone-deaf not only lost his own tune, but also led the others away. .

Wen Ge couldn't help laughing either.

Just as she was about to find an empty seat to sit down, a pair of hands behind her suddenly reached out to support her: "Don't sit here."

The slightly hoarse voice is like clear spring water in a noisy environment.

Wen Ge turned to look at him, only to see that his eyes were bright and deep under the light of the fire.

He glanced at her, let go of one hand, and dropped the other hand to hold her. He led her around behind the crowd, and walked to the beach near the stone steps, where there were small benches and extra vacancies.

Wen Ge was pulled by him to sit down quietly, listening to the singing of strangers who would not have had any contact with him, those low or high singing voices swept the night, in this cold winter, it was as warm as the oncoming firelight Straight to the heart.

This kind of excitement lasted for a while, and it was the sensational "summary" and "recognition meeting".

Wen Ge came in on his tail today, and he still had ulterior motives, so he could only listen to it as a mental journey.

I don't know how long it took, the sound of the waves gradually became louder, the sea water beating against the rocks and the beach, like a concerto.

Wen Ge was attracted by the sound of the waves, and after listening for a while, turned his head to look at Wen Shaoyuan who was sitting beside him, and saw that he was quietly looking at the fire, the flames reflected in his eyes, covering up his moist eyes, Like a swaying iris, it has an outstanding demeanor.

Seemingly aware of her gaze, he turned his head to look, raised his eyebrows slightly, and approached her: "Are you sleepy?"

Wen Ge shook her head, the cool sea breeze gave her a headache and made her dizzy.

She wrapped her coat tightly and opened her mouth to speak when the high-pitched voice of the host of the bonfire party came through the sea breeze: "The game begins."

As soon as his words fell, the flame disappeared suddenly with a few loud noises, and the beach was instantly plunged into darkness.

Wen Ge was taken aback and stood up in panic.

Different from her panic, the others were all smiling, and with the sound of light footsteps, everyone was walking.

Wen Ge looked down at the place where Wen Shaoyuan was just now, and there was no one there.

She stood there blankly, her eyes that had just adapted to the darkness saw someone hugging and kissing not far in front of her, her chaotic mind finally became aroused, she woke up a little bit, rubbed her face that was chilled by the sea breeze, and prepared to quietly to leave.

She cautiously stretched out her hand, groping and stumbling forward, suddenly, someone locked her wrist, and in the next second, a warm body hugged her, and her warm lips pressed against her.

Wen Ge's head buzzed, like an ancient clock that had been knocked several times, the lingering sound continued.

All the voices went away in an instant, and the light in her eyes was as far away as a fire buried in a haystack, only the sparks flickered on and off.

Wen Ge's eyes widened, and the hand locked by the other party supported his chest, pushing hard.

The tip of her nose was filled with the wet and salty sea breeze. She couldn't tell who the other party was, but the sense of familiarity planted seeds in her heart. When he held his hands tightly, she involuntarily slowed down her struggling movements.

Fortunately, the other party didn't stay for too long, his kiss was only shallow, warm and soft lips brushed the corners of her lips, followed by a let go of his hand.

Like when it came, it disappeared very suddenly.

Wen Ge stood at the foot of the stone steps, looking at the direction he left, but found nothing.

He disappeared into the crowd in an instant, and he couldn't be found anywhere in this place where there was no light and it was difficult to even see things.

Wen Ge withdrew his hand, his fingertips felt the damp and cool temperature of his coat from the sea breeze, without a trace of warmth.

She frowned, looked in that direction again, raised her hand and wiped her lips fiercely, then wrapped her large coat and stepped up the stone steps.

She wants to stay away from this place of right and wrong as soon as possible.

Returning to the hotel with a heavy heart, Wen Ge realized that the room card was not with her, and when she went out, she handed it to Wen Shaoyuan.He couldn't find anyone now, and she put her phone in the room to charge because it was out of battery.

She turned around and wanted to go downstairs to find the room manager to open the door, but when she thought of the fans sitting or standing crowded in the hotel lobby, she suddenly stopped thinking.

Standing at the door for a while, I felt that I was a bit stupid, so I sat down next to the door.

The thick and soft carpet, and the warm heater in the corridor made her dizzy from the sea breeze. She leaned her head against the door frame and fell asleep unconsciously.

When Wen Shaoyuan came back, he saw her sitting cross-legged at the door, her forehead resting against the door frame, sound asleep.He frowned, walked over quickly, and knelt down in front of her.

Wen Ge's entire face was tucked into the coat, only her closed eyes and nose that needed to breathe were exposed.

Wen Shaoyuan reached out and touched her forehead to make sure that she didn't have a fever, then lightly supported her shoulder, and swiped the card with one hand to open the door.

Suddenly losing support, Wen Ge opened his eyes vigilantly, only seeing his rolling Adam's apple in his blurred vision.She blinked, and when she realized that the other party was a man, she suddenly raised her head, and her forehead bumped against his chin, and the pain immediately woke her up a lot.

Wen Shaoyuan frowned in pain, and first raised his hand to rub her forehead: "Is it painful?"

Wen Ge hummed, she was so sleepy that she couldn't even lift her eyelids: "So sleepy...I want to sleep."

"Go to sleep." He comforted her softly, clasped her shoulders with one hand, wrapped her waist with the other, and with a little force, hugged her into his arms.

Her soft hair was on her chin, and it tingled slightly as she rubbed against it.

He couldn't help curling his lips, closed the door behind him, picked her up, and put her on the bed: "I'll wipe your face later, don't sleep too deeply."

The hoarse voice was low, to Wen Ge's ears, it was like a lullaby.

She lazily hummed, and half-opened her eyes to look at him, as if she wanted to confirm if he was Wen Shaoyuan: "Uncle, someone kissed me just now..." That person, is it you?
Her voice was soft, and in the end, it was only a murmur.

Wen Shaoyuan didn't hear clearly, and leaned over to get closer, her ending sound was so vague that there was only one syllable left.

The soft lips were slightly pursed, a little dry due to lack of water, but the color of the lips was the softest pink, delicate and charming.

Wen Shaoyuan kept this posture and looked at her for a long time, his fingers rested on her ear pinnae, gently pulling up her loose hair and twisting it behind her ear, when he spoke, his deep voice was clear and soft, with a bit of differentiation As lingering as he could, he said softly, "It's me."

Wen Ge slept until midnight, and woke up with dry mouth and tongue. When he opened his blindfolded eyes, he realized that there was a light on by the bedside, and the whole room was warm and peaceful by the light.

She was in a trance for a while, and lay in a daze for a while, and when she turned her head, she saw Wen Shaoyuan, who was sleeping extremely awkwardly and uncomfortable with his elbows propped on the armrest of the sofa.

His brows and eyes were coated with a layer of warm light, which faded away from the cold look he usually had when he was serious and unsmiling. At this moment, all defenses were removed, and his facial features were soft and non-aggressive.

After the precipitation of time, his gestures are full of the charm of a mature man. At this moment, his whole body is shrouded in the light, as if all the aura has been stripped away, he is just an ordinary man named "Wen Shaoyuan", handsome and warm.

She lay on the bed, even breathing involuntarily.Looking at him with the orange light, his eyes traced the contours of his eyebrows and eyes, the lines coincided with the people in her memory, as if time had been broken up, and a return journey just in time for flowers was re-formed.

When Wen Ge woke up the next day, Wen Shaoyuan was not in the room.

She went to the bathroom to take a hot shower first—except for the hands and face that he wiped with warm water last night, she felt uncomfortable all over.

As soon as I got out of the shower, room service delivered breakfast—a bowl of porridge with preserved egg and lean pork, a medium-boiled poached egg, a plate of small pickles, a plate of diced radish, a whole salted duck egg, and three small steamed buns .

When she didn't see the breakfast, Wen Ge didn't feel much, but when this delicious and rich breakfast was put in front of her, she suddenly became hungry.

Seeing that it was for one person, she was not polite, picked up the chopsticks and started eating.

After a full meal, before she had time to digest, Qin Nuanyang's manager, Miya, ran in and dragged her to interview Tang Zechen.

On the premise that both parties cooperated very well, Wen Ge completed the interview in half an hour, holding a recording pen and a manuscript, and was sent out by Qin Nuanyang himself.

Qin Nuanyang has made a lot of announcements recently, and after the end here, she will rush to City B to shoot a movie at noon—in recent years, her focus has shifted to the big screen, and the leading roles are all well-produced and high-quality big movies.

According to her own words, the shooting cycle of big movies is short, and the degree of time freedom is relatively high. After all, as Mrs. Tang, she really doesn't need to fight for a role.

Such rigid conditions directly lead to high requirements for her selection of scripts, and two or three movies a year are released, all of which are popular, and now she is the absolute box office leader among actresses.

Wen Ge didn't stay in City S for too long after finishing business, and Wen Shaoyuan still had to deal with some work, so she went back to City A ahead of schedule to write and edit articles.

After revising the manuscript several times, I contacted Tang Zechen to review it in person before it was published in the newspaper.

After Wen Ge finished working for a while, the New Year's Eve was gradually approaching.

The cold winter in City A came slowly and violently. After several days of cooling down, heavy snow came.

Snowflakes fell on the ground one after another, and soon a thin layer of snow piled up. In just one afternoon, City A turned into a silvery white world.

When Wen Ge came out of overtime work, she subconsciously glanced under the tree across the street.

The big tree lost all its leaves in autumn. At this moment, there is a thick layer of white snow on the branches, trembling in the wind. Under the tree, there is a long-lost black car.

Wen Ge crossed the road, bypassed the front of the car, bent down and got into the passenger driver.

As soon as she sat down firmly and fastened her seat belt, Wen Shaoyuan handed over an insulated box, through which she could still feel the warmth inside.

She sniffed lightly and asked, "What's inside?"

"Chicken soup." Wen Shaoyuan started the car, and turned his head to look at her, "Aunt Xin asked me to bring you a body supplement."

His voice was still deep, but the sound quality was finally no longer that rough and gritty, it was clear and moist, like a mountain stream, clear and penetrating.

Every year in winter, Aunt Xin would cook chicken soup made of native chickens to warm her body.Because of her poor physique since she was a child, her hands and feet were cold in winter, and even her menstrual period was extremely painful.

At the beginning, Aunt Xin would add red dates and goji berries to the chicken soup. Gradually, her cold body was recuperated. But during the four years in the United States, Aunt Xin did not stew chicken soup, let alone stew it herself. several times.

Feeling warm in her heart, she unscrewed the lid of the box, and as soon as a gap was exposed, she smelled the rich aroma of chicken soup.

Just passing through an intersection, she met a red light. She lowered her head and took a sip, and then heard his deep voice: "Will you come to my house for dinner tomorrow? Jing Fan, An Ran, Shi Qian and Fu Yan are all here." Steering wheel, with the other hand resting on the car window, looking at her with gentle eyes filled with anticipation.

The good mood of hearing the song disappeared immediately, and he lowered his eyebrows and looked at the orange-yellow chicken soup with rippling circles, and the alluring fragrance seemed to fade away from the tip of his nose.

She looked forward through the white mist, the red light flickered and jumped, and the green light turned on.

A series of horns sounded from behind the car, and she reminded softly: "The light is green."

Wen Shaoyuan didn't make a sound, just released the foot brake and walked along the wide asphalt road.

Outside the car is a world of ice and snow, the snowflakes are like goose feathers shaken off by someone.

The headlights are bright, reflecting the snowflakes, glittering and translucent.

The interior of the car was quiet and warm, but it was so dull that it almost condensed.

Wen Ge lowered his head, drank a few more sips of chicken soup, looked at the night that seemed to be melting into the air, and then said softly: "There are people I don't want to see there."

"He's not in now."

"Then in what capacity should I go back?" She chuckled and looked at him with a smile, her lips were still stained with moist water, but her smile was a bit serious, serious and stubborn.

Sure enough, seeing him frowning, Wen Ge looked away, and licked his lips, only to feel that the sweet chicken soup just now had a bitter taste.

"I don't have the right to choose." After a while, Wen Shaoyuan replied, "You can come back with the identity you want."

Wen Ge's eyelashes trembled, but he still maintained a calm expression.

She leaned against the back of the chair and sipped the chicken soup. She didn't close the lid until her cold stomach warmed up, and she was going to take it home and eat wonton later.

All the way to the downstairs quietly.

Wen Ge pushed open the car door and got out of the car: "Thank you, uncle, I'll go up first."

Her sudden and alienated voice made Wen Shaoyuan frown. Before he had the best way to save him, he had already opened the car door and followed her out of the car: "I'll take you up."

After saying that, before she could refuse, he took her handbag and the insulated box containing chicken soup from her hand, walked to the elevator first and pressed the floor button.

Wen Ge followed him into the elevator, seeing that he obviously didn't intend to let her go just like that, for some reason, he suddenly laughed.

In the past, she always thought that he could turn back, but now that he has turned back, she is afraid.

Love, once unattainable, is now within reach, but she is afraid to take that step—the driftwood above the abyss.

In the quiet elevator, the sound of breathing can be heard lightly.

The two of them each occupied a corner of the elevator, watching the number of floors keep jumping until they finally arrived with a ding.

Wen Ge turned her head and looked at Wen Shaoyuan, who was standing a few steps away from her, and suddenly didn't want to go out—compared to the tranquility before the storm at this moment, she was worried that once she left the elevator, what happened next would be out of her control Inside.

Wen Shaoyuan stepped out of the elevator first, carrying her handbag in his hand, and walked to the door of the room, ignoring her who was a few steps behind, took out the key and opened the door.

Wen Ge let out a sigh: "Why did you come into my house?"

Wen Shaoyuan was holding the doorknob and pushing the door open. Hearing this, he turned and glanced at her: "If you don't mind us standing in the corridor and talking, I can respect your opinion."

His eyes were black and white, and Wen Ge was so clear that he didn't dare to look at him, so he looked away at his toes: "Who said I want to talk to you?"

Her awkward and disturbed tone made Wen Shaoyuan's heart soften for the most part. He took a step back, held her hand, and directly pulled her into the room.

Here it comes again - autocracy, dictatorship, domineering.

Wen Ge held the insulated box and changed her shoes while muttering. In order to let him know her displeasure at the moment, she deliberately threw the shoes from one to the other—this is her little habit, when expressing displeasure, little habit.

Wen Shaoyuan glanced at her quietly, under the dim light in the entrance, her bulging cheeks were pink, and her lips were stained with water, moist and attractive.

He calmly turned his eyes away, bent down to take out her slippers from the shoe cabinet, and straightened the two shoes she had thrown flying, then raised his head and glanced at her, meeting her eyes without any surprise: "Let's talk about it first." , or the wontons first?"

Wen Ge moved her fingers, put the insulation box on the shoe cabinet casually, and walked into the living room wearing slippers: "What do you want to talk about?"

It's okay to talk about it first.

Wen Shaoyuan turned on the crystal chandelier in the living room, and the bright light came on, causing Wen Ge to squint his eyes and turn around to look.

Wen Shaoyuan did not know when he took a few bank cards in his hand, held them neatly in his hand, and handed them all to her: "These are all my savings, and the password is the six-digit mantissa of your phone number. In the past two years, I I bought an apartment in Chaoyang Mingdi, the owner wrote your name, and the real estate certificate is placed in my apartment. These are the sincerity of the conversation tonight."

Wen Ge stared blankly at the several bank cards he put in his palm, and looked at him inexplicably.

The bank card was still stained with his body temperature, slightly warm.

His hand covered her and the bank card in the palm of his hand. His white and bony fingers were even more slender under the bright light.

(End of this chapter)