the purity of love

Chapter 32 A Long, Long Time Ago
When Bo Lan was about to take a taxi back by herself, she saw Yang Junwei walking towards her.She remembered that Yang Junwei followed the driver and left first.

Bo Lan asked him, "Manager Yang, why haven't you left yet?"

Yang Junwei replied: "Thinking of you, no one will send you off!"

"It's okay, I didn't drink too much!" Bo Lan never wanted to give Yang Junwei any trouble.

"Then you can walk with me, I feel a little uncomfortable!" Yang Junwei's complexion is indeed not very good, and he has been under too much pressure recently.

"Okay!" Bo Lan was used to saying yes to Yang Junwei.She seldom asks more questions, and even less raises objections, whether at work or outside of work.

Bo Lan quietly followed him all the way home. In fact, the place she rented with him was not far from here, so there was no problem walking back.

It was a late night in early spring, under the moonlight as cold as icy water, Bo Lan huddled her body under the not-too-thick coat, her hands and feet were a little cold and had dull pains, but her heart kept warm, Lively beating.She is willing to go on and on.

Yang Junwei walked for a while and then leaned against a lamppost by the side of the road. He looked at Bo Lan and said, "Do you know how much money is left in my account?"

Bo Lan smiled: "I don't know!"

"I don't have any money, and my credit card is maxed out, just to buy the plate from the Qianlong period. But do you believe it, it's all worth it."

Bo Lan nodded seriously, of course she believed it.

Yang Junwei took out a cigarette and lit it on fire, but the wind was blowing so hard that the fire couldn't be started.He wanted to stretch out his other hand to cover the flames, but his body lost his balance and wobbled about to fall down.So he can only continue to support the pillar with his left hand to maintain his balance.

Bo Lan pulled out his cigarette from his lips and put it on her own. At the same time, she took the lighter, lit it again, and took two puffs on it.The smoke was choking, so Bo Lan held back the cough and handed the cigarette back to Yang Junwei.

Yang Junwei squinted his eyes, took the cigarette offered by Bo Lan, smoked a few puffs, and handed another to Bo Lan.

He said, "Would you like one!"

Bo Lan hesitated for a moment, took it, lighted it, inhaled it, spit it out, the smoke was pungent, and the taste was not good.

Yang Junwei smiled and said, "It's not like that."

Bo Lan also smiled: "I don't know how to smoke!"

"I teach you!"

"it is good!"

That night, Bo Lan and Yang Junwei smoked a whole pack of soft China. They smoked one by one, but they didn't say anything, as if what he wanted to say and what she wanted to hear were wrapped in the smoke.

When the sky began to brighten, they walked back to their respective places, leaving a row of cigarette butts under the street lamp without being too civilized.

After that day, Bo Lan started smoking, and she didn't know whether it was because she quickly became addicted to cigarettes, or because she wanted Yang Junwei to see her smoking, and then remembered that he taught her to smoke, and then remembered that night.

Bo Lan snuffed out the butts of the cigarettes she was smoking. It was a long time ago, and it was a long time ago.

"I didn't expect to let you smoke once, but you kept smoking."

Yang Junwei's words interrupted Bo Lan's memory, she looked up at him blankly.

"what?"

"cigarette!"

"Hehe, it's nothing. This habit is very good. Smoking can...can relieve stress. Sometimes when you don't have friends, a cigarette is a good company!"

"Haha!" Yang Junwei laughed heartily twice.

(End of this chapter)