The all-powerful wife of the wealthy family

Chapter 133 Falling in love, what's wrong? !

After the boss packed the food for the wonderful boy, he walked past Yang Huili and Wu Tong with his hands and left the roast goose shop.

Just when he was startled, Yang Huili seemed to smell the smell of the pigsty trough that hadn't been washed for ten years.As for Wu Tong, he thought of the sticky saliva of wild bears in the mountains.

A female middle school student standing in front of Yang Huili and Wu Tong complained to her companion: "It's disgusting! It's disgusting! It's really disgusting!"

Her companion asked her, "What's wrong?"

The female middle school student slapped her face with one hand like a woman in a Korean drama, intending to strengthen her tone: "The one who went out just now, that man, is so disgusting! When I talked, my saliva was sprayed on my feet!"

The female middle school student looked at her feet with disgust, and felt the urge to cut off her feet.

The companion said calmly: "Yesterday we took the bus, and an old man got motion sick and threw up his pants, but he didn't see you shouting disgusting..."

The female middle school student defended aggrievedly: "Can it be of the same level?! It's not of the same level at all, okay! Didn't you smell it? The smell on his body must be that he shot a pistol for several nights and didn't take a shower?! Ye... seems to vomit..."

The companion patted the female middle school student on the shoulder, comforting: "You have to understand this kind of old man that no one wants, and the beauties everywhere in our Guanzhou City are very exciting. How pitiful he is! How hungry and thirsty he is!" !Isn’t it? He’s a good citizen if he didn’t rape the girls…”

The female middle school student said dissatisfiedly: "Then he has to take a bath! How much it affects the air quality of our Guanzhou!"

The companion nodded in agreement.

Wu Tong, who was wearing sunglasses, was recognized by the two girls. They asked to take a photo with Wu Tong, and Yang Huili took a photo of them.

Xiao Enliang saw that there were many students coming and going, so in order to allow Wu Tong to have a meal in peace, he discussed with the boss and changed to a corner seat on the second floor.

This place was originally the dining table for the employees in the store, but it was temporarily vacated for Wu Tong and the others.

Yang Huili wore a pair of red suspender dresses, lined with a white long-sleeved sweater, full of girlishness and vitality.

"These children nowadays have really sharp mouths, and they are all eloquent." Yang Huili was so thirsty, he picked up the kettle and poured himself a glass of water, and continued after drinking it in one go: "However, that boy just now really It's too disgusting. If I were the boss, I would never let him in. How much it will affect the business. It's just that this kind of weirdness can be wanted by the leader, and I'm drunk."

Wu Tong took the kettle from Yang Huili, first poured a glass of water for Xiao Enliang, and then poured a glass for himself, "Maybe he has some special skills."

"What kind of special skills can you have? If there are any, it's just a flattering skill. There is also such a person in our office. He can't hand in a design draft for a few months, but he still gets a salary and bonus. Department director There's nothing you can do if you don't like it, who will make the leaders like it." Yang Huili said while tapping the disposable chopsticks in his hand, "I'm so hungry..."

Xiao Enliang suddenly remembered the scene when he went to Wu Tong's house for the first time at the beginning of the year and ran into Yang Huili by chance.

The three of them sat together for dinner that day, and the scenes at that time were extremely clear, and aftertaste, my heart was sweet.

Counting it, it didn't take too long for them to go from meeting to falling in love, from confirming their relationship to getting married.

Among them, many things happened, Qin Feng's intervention, the killer's pursuit, the child's loss...

In the good time together, there were constant twists and turns, but they came over step by step.

When all the food was served, Yang Huili ate like a wolf pouncing on his food.

"Hey, slow down." Wu Tong said worriedly, "Don't burn yourself!"

Yang Huili said with a smile: "No, no, I have a big appetite recently, and I may gain weight."

Xiao Enliang said: "You are too thin, it would be nice to grow some flesh."

Wu Tong looked at Xiao Enliang, and praised: "You have practiced well with Alice, you have developed strong muscles! How do you feel?"

"Your friend looks quite harmless. Once you train, you're like a King Kong Barbie. Every time I train, I feel that life is worse than death." Xiao Enliang said bitterly.

Wu Tong said with a smile: "If you don't practice like this, how can you get good results."

Yang Huili said distressedly: "Although I didn't see it, it sounds like it's hard work. Xiao Liangliang, you do things with your mind, there's really no need to develop a body of gold and steel."

"Old Xiao, it's all for you." Wu Tong said, "When Lao Xiao and Jiaxuan were going through life and death before, he didn't think about practicing any skills. Now, he doesn't want to protect you well, isn't it touching? ?”

Yang Erli nodded wildly, "It's super touching."

Sitting on the side, Xiao Enliang smiled after hearing what they said.

"It's good to be touched, take medicine on time, take care of your body, and then we'll travel around the world together." Wu Tong said casually, and after he finished speaking, his heart thumped and shook.

This kind of life is too beautiful to imagine, so beautiful that it is not real.

I don't know when they can really live such a life.

At that time, I will be with Jiaxuan, bring Apple, Qiao Yimo, and my baby... Such a scene seems to only exist in a dream.

"By the way, Tongmeier, did you really adopt a child?" Yang Huili asked.

Wu Tong nodded, "A very unusual child, I'll let you meet later."

"Okay." Yang Huili's expression was a little unnatural, "Oh... so my child is coming to this world soon..."

Seeing Xiao Enliang lower his head, Wu Tong seemed to feel guilty.

"Lili, do you know the law of hurdles?" Wu Tong put down his chopsticks and said.

Yang Huili shook her head.

Wu Tong explained: "When the hurdle in front of you is higher, you can jump higher. You have to believe that the child you lost must have gone to a better and more suitable place. Soon, you You will have another child who needs your protection. Didn’t the doctor say that you have lost the ability to reproduce? But, haven’t we found a solution?”

Yang Huili puffed her mouth and said with a smile: "Well, what Tongmeier said is definitely right!"

After eating, Yang Huili went to the bathroom alone.

Xiao Enliang just wanted to find an opportunity to chat with Wu Tong alone, and Wu Tong also knew what Xiao Enliang wanted to ask.

"Zou Hairui, I haven't found any information about him..." Wu Tong said, "However, I'm sure that he won't hurt Lili. If you believe me, don't look any further."

Xiao Enliang didn't say anything at first, he was thinking about Wu Tong's words carefully.

If Wu Tong didn't find out anything about Zou Hairui, how could she be sure that he wouldn't hurt Lili?
Then, there is only one possibility, that is, Wu Tong knows this person, but the identity of this person cannot be known.

After pondering thoroughly, Xiao Enliang said: "I see."

Wu Tong didn't say anything more, she thought Xiao Enliang should be able to understand what she meant.

During the few minutes when Yang Huili came back, neither Wu Tong nor Xiao Enliang spoke again.

**
"The lotus pickers and the lotus pickers sing, the willows and the orchid boats pass by.

Regardless of the mandarin duck dream broken.How is the night?

Someone went to the river tower to lie down alone.Don't sing when you are sad, the old songs of the Southern Dynasties, Sima's tears are many. "

Some feelings cannot be accepted for a while, and some feelings can never be forgiven.

It has been said that love is an exaggerated emotion.

It has been said that love is an overvalued virtue.

However, in Wen Jie's world, as long as one lives dutifully, loves dutifully, does not harm anyone or harm anything, then it is good and should be done.

She never thought that what she did was wrong.

Whether she seduced Wu Shanren, or Wu Shanren abducted her, it doesn't really matter who conveys the love first.

What matters is that they adore each other.

Fall in love, what's wrong? !

Wu Shanren always hoped that he could protect and love the child Wen Jie well, but too many changes caught him off guard, and he didn't know how far he could do it.

He wholeheartedly fulfilled their dreams and the world, and he wanted to use the rest of his life to fulfill Wen Jie's dream of being a painter.

Wen Jie always firmly believes that the things you love are your spiritual pillars, and they are the strength to accompany you to overcome all difficulties and dangers, climb mountains and sail the sea.

Excessive material cannot give people endless spiritual power, and there must be an indestructible spirit under the material.

With such spirit, Wen Jie walked on the road full of thorns and thorns.

"When are you going to leave Lushan City?" Wen Jie asked Guan Beisheng.

Guan Beisheng said, "It will take a few more days."

"Oh." Wen Jie said slightly disappointed, "I'm going to leave."

"Would you like to have another meal at Laya Restaurant before leaving?" Guan Beisheng asked.

Wen Jie thought for a while and said, "Okay, you treat me."

Guan Beisheng smiled and said, "No problem."

The proprietress was still so enthusiastic, she walked to the seat with her arms around Wen Jie's shoulders.

"Why don't you play for two more days before leaving?" the proprietress asked.

Wen Jie replied: "I have played outside for too many days, and I have used up all the paints and drawing paper I brought out. Now I can only draw some sketches, fine brushwork and sketches. I am not strong enough, and my hands are itchy."

"That's it." The proprietress said, "You are really a painter, a born painter. Today I treat guests and see Wen Jie off. I must come here often when I have time in the future. I will miss you."

"The scenery here is beautiful and the weather is good. I will come again in the future." Wen Jie said.

The proprietress said: "I heard from Guan Beisheng that you are leaving. Today I specially added a performance. I hope you like it."

Wen Jie: "Thank you."

As he spoke, a burst of noise came, breaking the previous tranquility.

"What happened?" the proprietress asked after taking the cheese spring roll brought by the clerk.

"Miss Boss, the performance tonight is probably going to be dirty..." Before the clerk could finish speaking, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old youth ran out from the door next to the performance stage, followed by a boy holding a thick iron bar Son.

In the blink of an eye, the iron rod slammed on the head of the young man in front of him, and the blood slid down his neck, staining the light-colored clothes red.

The other performers rushed out from the opposite door, and it was obvious that they wanted to help the injured young man, but were horrified by the violence of the other party.

"Stop!" The high-decibel female voice of the proprietress made "Laya" fall into a brief silence.

Everyone instinctively looked for the voice of this troubled woman, only to find that it came from a woman with a graceful figure.

The look of not being able to carry it with his hands or shoulders made the boy holding the thick iron bar very interesting.

"Boss lady? You don't look bad! After I'm done with business, do you want to have a 'business' with my brother?!" As he spoke, his hand disheveledly touched the boss lady's waist.

The proprietress took half a step back, turned around and kicked the boy's nose accurately, and saw blood gushing out from the nose.The boy was furious, picked up the iron rod on the ground, and threw it at the proprietress.

Because the flying kick just now was too hard, the proprietress also staggered and half fell on the table.Before she could stand up, she realized that the iron rod was approaching her.

With a muffled sound, the proprietress didn't feel any pain, but only felt that there was an extra weight on her body.

"Wen Jie, Wen Jie..." the landlady screamed. "Wake up, Wen Jie! Wen Jie..."

The proprietress saw Wen Jie's black hair gradually getting wet, and the red roses blooming on her fair neck, but the petals had fallen and lost their shape, and she shed a few lines of red tears.

At the critical juncture, Wen Jie stepped forward and took a stick for the proprietress.

Outside the emergency room, Guan Beisheng and the proprietress asked about Wen Jie's situation.

The doctor said: "Don't worry, she has passed the critical period for the time being. However, due to the severe blow to the back of her head, the blood clot pressed the nerve, and there will be some unpredictable sequelae. Please be mentally prepared for this. It is best to inform Her immediate family members are here."

"Okay, thank you doctor." The proprietress was a little relieved, but she was in trouble again. Where can I find this family member?
Guan Beisheng also met Wen Jie a few days ago. Wen Jie's mobile phone had a password and a screen lock, so she couldn't get the phone book in it for a while.

"Xiaoguan, should we call the police?" The proprietress held Wen Jie's cell phone, her voice still trembling.

Guan Beisheng: "No, I can unlock it. Give me her phone."

In fact, the proprietress was only familiar with Jin Shuo, and she had only known Guan Beisheng not long ago, so they didn't know each other very well.

Guan Beisheng unlocked Wen Jie's screen lock in a few clicks, and looked through the contact list.

The proprietress hugged her knees and crouched by the wall, angry and frightened, "Do you have the phone number of her parents?"

Guan Beisheng shook his head, the proprietress sighed, and said, "Then who has she talked to recently? Let's call! If it doesn't work, we can call a few more times. We can always find her family members, relatives, or close friends."

"No need, there happens to be someone I know in the contacts." Guan Beisheng put his mobile phone into his trouser pocket and said to the proprietress, "Don't worry, I'll take care of her here. I'll look for her family, you first Let's go back to the store and pack up."

"It's okay to suspend business for a few days. I can help here. After all, Wen Jie is a girl, so it's more convenient for me to be here." Wen Jie was injured because of saving her, and the proprietress felt uneasy.

"Okay then, you take care of it in the ward first, and I'll make a call." Guan Beisheng walked out of the surgery building as he spoke, found a seat in a long corridor of the hospital, took out his mobile phone, and found Wu Tong The phone call passed.

The proprietress sat by the hospital bed, looked at Wen Jie who had not yet woken up, and softly narrated her own story:
"My mother committed suicide. When I was young, I was naughty and often had troubles. My mother thought it was normal for children at that age, and it could stimulate children's creativity. However, my father didn't think so. My father was very old-fashioned, They are very strict, and feel that children should be disciplined and not allowed to be released. As a result, there have been more and more differences between them. In fact, the issue of children's education is just the beginning, and it can be regarded as a fuse. My mother is very beautiful and very beautiful. She has a temperament. She is a fashion designer, and there will inevitably be some people with open personalities and fashionable clothes around her. Therefore, my father always suspects that my mother is cheating. He does not allow my mother to stay out at night, and does not allow her to be with The friends are too close, no matter if they are male or female. Even, my father once asked my mother to resign and become a housewife. How could my mother agree... She likes her career, clothes, and fashion, so they Separated. Then, my mother thought of divorce again. My father wanted to save face, how could he agree? Later he was even more sure that my mother had an affair, and insisted that my mother wanted a divorce only after finding a new family. After the incident came out, there were all kinds of rumors and gossips in my mother's unit. The design industry is very concerned about reputation, and the leader gave my mother a long vacation. Many of the designs my mother did before fell short. Family business My mother chose to commit suicide because of the trauma of the hospital. In the next two years, my father could not withstand the pressure of public opinion and ran away to Australia. He never came back, and he hasn’t come back until now. In various restaurants, I washed dishes, served dishes, and worked as a counter girl... Later, I used the money I saved to find a chef to learn how to cook, and then I opened this restaurant. I used all Many people have come here to make trouble, and it is normal to go to the police station to resolve disputes. However, this is the first time that a little sister who is weaker than me has blocked the stick for me. Wen Jie, you are a good girl! After my parents left, I have never experienced such a warm feeling again. You must not have anything to do! I want to be a good friend with you forever, and I want to read all your published comics Shu, I want to see you hold an art exhibition..."

As the proprietress talked, she shed tears silently and choked up sobs, and the voice that came out of her throat was not clear.

At this time Wen Jie said leisurely: "I'm not dead yet, why are you crying..."

The proprietress wiped away her tears, "Are you awake? Do you remember who I am? Do you know where you are now? Can you hear me? Can you see me? What time is it?"

The proprietress said and stretched out three fingers, "How much is this?"

The proprietress raised her other hand and stretched out her index and middle fingers.

"What's three plus two?" The landlady's eyes were red with excitement.

Wen Jie wanted to laugh, but if she laughed, she would hurt her wound, and she would feel a sharp pain, "Miss Boss, you are giving me a headache."

"Oh." The proprietress closed her mouth.

Wen Jie asked, "What is your mother doing...?"

The proprietress replied: "I swallowed the jewelry..."

Wen Jie asked again: "What does your father do?"

The proprietress replied: "University professor."

"Then how did you grow up?" Wen Jie heard everything the proprietress said just now.

"My grandma has raised me for several years. She is deaf and dumb. She is in a beautiful village in the south of the Yangtze River. She is in good health. I hired someone to take care of her, and I will often go back to visit her. I wanted to pick her up. Come to me, but she doesn't want to leave the place where she has lived her whole life."

"When I recover from my injury, take me to see grandma! I like getting along with the elderly very much, and I happen to go to the village to collect folk songs." Wen Jie still had some difficulty speaking, but fortunately her wound was treated in time. And now the strength of the anesthetic has not passed, and the pain pump has been on.

"Okay, okay." The proprietress stood up and walked around the ward, "Well, Guan Beisheng will come back later, and I'll go buy some daily necessities for you. You may not be able to eat anything these two days. I'll talk about the details later. Ask the doctor."

"Don't worry about it, just hire a nurse for me." Wen Jie said.

"How can it be?" The proprietress put a serious face on her face, "Although I have known you for a short time, you were injured because of me. I have this responsibility and obligation to take care of you. I will pay for the medical expenses and all other expenses. I will bear it." The proprietress controlled her voice to make it more stable, and tried her best to calm herself down.

Seeing that the proprietress was so persistent, Wen Jie didn't know how to refuse, "Where's Guan Beisheng?"

"He said that he knows one of your phone contacts, and he is about to contact your family. By the way, who is convenient for your family to come?" The proprietress stood at the window and looked out. She looked for it, but she didn't find it. The silhouette of Guan Beisheng.

"I have no family, so I don't need to ask anyone to come here, and no one can come." Wen Jie felt a sense of desolation in her heart. People often feel helpless and miserable when they are seriously ill and helpless.

The head of the proprietress was buzzing. Could it be that this little girl has a life experience as poor as her own?
Wen Jie didn't pay attention to the proprietress' reaction, she missed her teacher Wu wholeheartedly.

Wen Jie told the story between her and Wu Shanren to the proprietress, who was silent for a long time after hearing this.

"Are you sure that your liking for this teacher is about love?" The proprietress looked at Wen Jie.

Wen Jie said word by word: "It's not the liking of fruit, it's not the liking of traveling, but the liking of falling in love with someone..."

Wen Jie looked at the soft and strong hands of the proprietress on the back of her hands, and continued: "It's when a woman likes a man, and it's about love. Teacher Wu is also like a man who likes a man. A woman's liking is also a pure liking about love."

Boss lady: "..."

Wen Jie: "Do you understand?"

The proprietress: "Well..."

This is a forbidden "like", a "like" that is difficult to bear fruit, a kind of "like" that is not expected to be "love"...

How many people are waiting to see their jokes, how many people only regard them as a topic of jokes after dinner, but few people care about their real life and real emotions.

Both Wen Jie and Wu Shanren have no intention of letting anyone know about their love. They don't need anyone's blessing, but there are always some people who care too much about their relationship and make a big fuss.

There are always some people who want to use the harmless feelings between them to slander the relatives around them.

Wen Jie often didn't know whether someone wanted to slander Wu Tong and fired Wu Shanren's affairs, or they were really interested in Wu Shanren's young and old relationship, which made the popular Wu Tong implicated.

Autumn is a season that is neither too hot nor too cold, and it brings people a sense of comfort.

in the hospital ward.

Guan Beisheng looked at Wen Jie, who had a pale face and a crew cut, and said, "I informed Wu Tong, and she will be here soon."

"She's very busy, you shouldn't have told her." Wen Jie said, "Anyway, I'm most sorry for Sister Wu Tong. I failed her."

Guan Beisheng: "If Wu Tong feels that you have let her down, she won't come here in a hurry."

"I have no face to see her." Wen Jie said.

Guan Beisheng didn't want to continue this topic, and asked, "What do you like to eat? The doctor said that you can eat some liquid food, such as porridge, soup, etc. Juice is also fine."

"You can buy whatever you want." Wen Jie said, "People's habits will change. In many cases, it's not because I really like it, but because I don't have the courage to try other choices. Therefore, I don't know whether it is true or not. What is more important is to like those that are inherent, or those that have not been tried.”

Guan Beisheng: "Then I will buy whatever I want."

Wen Jie: "Yes, good."

After Guan Beisheng left, the proprietress came again.

The proprietress tried to slow down her pace as much as possible, but the sound of the high heels tapping was still very clear.

Wen Jie observed intently, she was an elegant and dignified woman in her bones.She looks almost in her twenties, but she already has a mature taste.However, she will not feel abrupt and overly mature, she is not pretentious and old-fashioned.

"You're bored." The proprietress said and turned on the TV, and slowly changed channels, "Stop whatever program you want to watch."

The movie channel is showing the French film "Flowers Fall and Blossoms", which tells the legendary story of a maid who becomes a painter during World War I.

Wen Jie was very involved, so the proprietress didn't bother.

The proprietress glanced at the plain white ward, she was so pale that there was no trace of life, she couldn't help frowning.

After asking the little nurse, the proprietress hurried to the big supermarket for shopping.

Two hours later, the proprietress returned to the ward sweating profusely with bags.

Wen Jie still watched TV quietly as she did when she left. "Flowers Fall and Blossoms" is over, and another movie is playing.Although it is not Wen Jie's favorite type, Wen Jie still watches it seriously, trying to get some creative inspiration from it.

Unknowingly, watching and watching, Wen Jie fell asleep.

At two or three o'clock in the morning, Wen Jie woke up. At that time, the proprietress was standing at the window eating instant noodles, which made her tongue twitch.

Wen Jie, "Ma'am...?"

The proprietress suddenly stopped what she was doing, and the noodles she picked out fell into the bowl again, splashing red spots all over her body, "Are you awake? How do you feel? Do you want to call the doctor?"

"No need, I feel fine now." Wen Jie looked at the lotus-colored curtains, the light blue quilt, and the landscape paintings on the wall... "You made these up? It's so humane, so warm." ..."

"The original ward is too ugly. I think you must like beautiful things, so I just arranged it casually, and I don't know if it suits you?" The proprietress rubbed her hands nervously, "Oh, is the room full of bubbles? The smell of noodles! I should have gone out to eat just now."

The proprietress opened the window as she spoke, and then ran over to tuck Wen Jie in the quilt.

Wen Jie watched the proprietress's mouth open and close, but couldn't hear any sound. The world was really as quiet as she had hoped.

The proprietress: "Wen Jie? Did you listen to me?"

Wen Jie: "..."

The proprietress hurriedly asked: "Wen Jie, what's wrong with you? What's wrong? I'll call the doctor!"

Wen Jie smiled and said, "It's quite comfortable to live in such a hospital."

Wen Jie saw that her clothes were dripping and hanging on the hangers in the corner.She quickly lifted the quilt, and the pale yellow plaid pajamas came into view.

Wen Jie couldn't help touching her breasts, and even took off her bra.

The proprietress hesitated and said, "Well, you feel uncomfortable wearing a shirt and jeans, don't you? It's more comfortable to wear this way, and the doctor asked me to find you a set of loose clothes to change into."

Wen Jie: "...Then thank you..."

"No need, no need, it's what I should do. Wen Jie, you have a pretty good figure, you're promising..." The proprietress said while packing up the miscellaneous things, and looked back at the uncertain Wen Jie from time to time, and said to her She made a cute face.

Wu Tong quickly arrived in Lushan City. She communicated with the doctor immediately and brought Wen Jie back to Guanzhou City for further treatment.

Looking at Wen Jie, then at Guan Beisheng, Wu Tong was not angry at all.

Both are careless people!
**
Six white stone pillars guard the small world. There is a lot of traffic and voices in front of the door, and the sun is just right.

With a deep voice, I can't make out which language it is.Those who get promoted may not be happy, and those who get a raise may not be happy.In which country and which sky, there was a miserable laugh.

The wine glass swayed, fell freely, and smashed to pieces.She laughed, he laughed, and smiled at each other.

There is an old dog in the corner, with tears streaming down his face.

Holding high two glasses of champagne through the crowd, the tie around the neck is too tight, the corners of the mouth are still raised, the heart is still beating, this is a new beginning.

Before I knew it, it was midnight, and the moonlight was just right.

Kiss a stranger, express a kind of friendliness, and there may be a smile in the corner of the eye.

"Would you like a drink?"

"Thank you."

Drank it down and passed by.

Returning to silence, a mess, drunkenness rising, everything becomes hazy and beautiful.

Climbing onto the familiar bed, a strange figure appeared, as if she had been sleeping soundly for a long time.

Go to sleep, stranger.

The greedy bird built many nests, got lost on the road, flew and flew, flew over the six white stone pillars, and never came back.

The magician's tricks, the unpredictable carnage, the real she and him.

A snake's suicide, a brilliant shot.

"Morning."

"morning."

Guan Beisheng was wearing a suit, Cao Lei was wearing light makeup, the same hanging eyebrows, the same wheat color, the same height, and the same leg length.

Scattered coffee, with a strong fragrance, when the sun rose, there were four more women and them in different places on the round table.

She and her are sisters.

He and he are brothers.

Twisted and twisted wallpaper, clinging to each other and pushing each other, seem to pop out of the wall.

A bullfighting song, followed by a tango, the next melody can't be guessed.

They were all taking risks, but no one shook their heads and sighed.

Young laughter echoed. Although a 40-year-old man is not young, his laughter is still young.

Hexagonal table, hexagonal stool, surrounded by six people.

A bowl of clear soup, two tender eggs, two fresh vegetables, and a pair of bamboo chopsticks, one long and one short.

He took out one of his favorite paintings, and thousands of people on the beach sang together.

"What are they singing about?" she asked.

He smiled.

She thought for a while, "Hope?"

He smiled.

In the high-fidelity speakers, wind chimes are singing.is hope.

In this world, there is no goal that can be scored without passing. If you want to score a goal, pass it slowly, maybe one person, maybe several people.

The seductive and coy flower snake died on the way, without a funeral, without mourning, without leaving any traces.

The ancient clock rang, telling the hour on the hour, each dispersed, each looking for a comfortable corner.

She pushed the curls back around her neck and said, "Thank you for the bed."

He smiled a standard gentleman, "You're welcome."

He listened to the conversation between the two, and stared at the video buffering on the screen of the phone. The buffering circle turned and turned, turned and turned, merged and separated, separated and merged again, working hard without stopping, turning to the outside of the universe , what is beyond the universe?

Beyond the universe, beyond the universe, is still a universe.

"looking at what?"

"I don't know yet."

She took the phone into her hands, turned it upside down, turned it around, pressed back, and turned off the phone, "Let it be a mystery forever."

He spread out a piece of drawing paper, "Enough mysteries."

She spread out a piece of rice paper, "So, this one is not bad."

He likes movies that take place in the dark, because in this way, when he is watching, he and them will overlap, and his shadow is reflected on the screen, in a trance, specious.

I drew a chimney emitting gray smoke, and wrote an anonymous poem by an unknown person.

She looked at his paintings and smiled, and he smiled at her words.

A burst of fragrance came, from thick to light, and gradually became stronger again.

She rolled up the painting and put it on her bookshelf, "People are very calm today, the fragrance is so elegant."

He smelled it, stared at the words, and said nothing.

Probably, they gathered here just to keep each other alive.

To be alive, to wonder about the moment at the end of life, that moment, is so fascinating.

He is drawing the last scene. The male protagonist stands on the top of the mountain, trapped in the snowstorm, enduring the cold and despair. Hope is at the foot of the mountain, just a light jump.

He stood behind him, "Do you know Black Sunday, the devil's invitation?"

He turned his head halfway, his eyes were misty, his black belt was just to the right of his right eye, and the blue shirt was neatly tucked in, "My time is sleeping."

He put his hand on his left shoulder, "Sleeping? Time..."

He bowed his head and continued to paint. Today he is going to finish this story. It looks like despair, but it is actually a story of hope.

Holding a glass of blood-red wine, he half leaned on the sofa, looked at his own shadow, and then at him with his head lowered. The stone pillar outside the door blocked a shadow, separating the shadow into two halves, the bright half, Quiet and beautiful as a flower; half of the gray, as cold and cold as ice.

He raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, sipped his moist and full red lips, and in one go, he designed a dress that was half fire and half ice.

"Will someone wear these clothes?" He filled the wine glass and took a sip.

"Make ready-to-wear clothes for you, only one piece for you to wear." He took the wine glass and drank most of it in one gulp, "This wine is not suitable for you."

"Then what wine suits me?"

"The one that breathes fire on top and hides ice on the bottom."

"Same as this dress?"

"It's like our breath."

In the middle of the night, there are all kinds of footsteps, rushing with a clear goal, wandering and repeated, relative, separated, approaching, pausing and then slowly moving away, there is no clear language, only the scene that can be guessed .

In each room, each is lonely and enjoys each other.

(End of this chapter)