Nostalgia.

Upon arriving at the east room, before he could even draw the curtains, Chen Liang pounced on Zhu Qing onto the kang (heated brick bed).

He pulled the blanket over himself...

In this room, the two had held hands and almost hugged.

The two met, recognized each other, and fell in love in this house, and then became partners.

More than a year later, after weathering many storms, the two broke up...

The two stayed in this room once, and then returned to the west room.

I still have a deep impression of Westinghouse and many souvenirs from it.

……

That night, Chen Liang was almost constantly busy; he didn't sleep, nor did he let Zhu Qing sleep.

The two talked for a long time.

We talked about the past, the present, and the future.

Zhu Qing embraced Chen Liang, holding him close and using her petite body to warm the coldness of his current life.

Perhaps, she loved him too.

Perhaps, it was just a past obsession.

But now, she is giving Chen Liang boundless tenderness.

……

The next day, before dawn, Chen Liang left Zhu Qing's house.

Like other women, she couldn't leave openly during the day.

As he was leaving, Chen Liang said, "I'll come again tonight."

"Mmm." Zhu Qing nodded.

Perhaps both of them should seize this opportunity.

If Zhu Qing serves her mother, and when the time comes, she leaves and returns to her own home, then the two will never see each other again.

At least, we won't see each other for a long time.

We must seize the opportunity now.

Zhu Qing saw Chen Liang off. At the gate, the two embraced in the cold and kissed deeply for a while.

Then, Chen Liang left...

Her kiss was sweet, and her kiss was passionate.

Chen Liang could clearly see Zhu Qing's feelings for him.

Her kiss, her gesture, had fully revealed her past feelings for him.

Even in bed, her actions and her sacrifices were earth-shattering to Chen Liang.

It seems that she is also making up for her past regrets.

Chen Liang decided that for the next few days, at least for this period of time, he would not go on dates with other women.

First love is still the best.

No, Zhu Qing was not his first love.

She was his first love.

But it seems to be his first love, or even his true first love.

Chen Liang arrived home in the morning light.

He was tired, he wanted to sleep, he had to sleep.

He was very tired, extremely tired.

He was tired and exhausted.

He didn't know how much longer his old body could keep going.

……

Chen Liang slept until the afternoon.

I'm still a little sleepy.

But he knew he couldn't sleep anymore; he had to write.

Hard work...

Coupled with the excitement of seeing Zhu Qing that evening, his body gradually recovered and he regained his activity level.

……

In the evening, Chen Liang sent a message to Zhu Qing: When am I going?

Zhu Qing quickly replied: After 9 o'clock.

They reply almost instantly.

Perhaps she was also waiting for Chen Liang, waiting for his arrival and for information.

Chen Liang: Okay.

During this period, Chen Liang focused on writing.

With excitement about meeting Zhu Qing, I continued writing diligently, yet somewhat loosely.

Chen Liang knew that if he took it too seriously, he wouldn't write well.

I don't know why?

Perhaps, it's a golden opportunity!

A divinely inspired and excellent thought.

Tian's thoughts.

The idea of ​​Tao.

Sometimes, Chen Liang felt that he still had to follow the Tao.

Otherwise, going against the grain will surely lead to losses.

But that's not necessarily true.

People are different.

There are no absolutes in this world.

In the evening, Chen Liang cooked himself some food.

I had a little alcohol.

The clarity of last night had made Chen Liang remember Zhu Qing.

Whether it's clear or not tonight is no longer important.

All that's left tonight is madness.

……

Before I knew it, it was 9 o'clock.

Chen Liang stopped writing and turned off his computer.

He was already quite drunk, and after drinking, he only wrote a few words.

Writing a book while drunk is not an option for him.

Always forgetting what happened before.

Or it was written incorrectly.

For example, a person's name, a place, or an event, etc.

Slightly drunk, Chen Liang got on his electric bike and rode towards Zhu Qing's house.

He's too scared to drive.

Driving makes you too conspicuous.

The sound was too loud.

Although Zhu Qing's mother is deaf, she can still hear.

After a half-hour ride, Chen Liang arrived at Zhu Qing's house.

A gentle breeze seemed to have reduced the effects of the alcohol.

Zhu Qing's gate was open. Chen Liang stopped his electric scooter, pushed it, and quietly walked in.

Then he turned around, closed the door, and gently locked it.

As Chen Liang passed by the small back door of the new house in front, he took a look.

It was quiet there.

They did not disturb Zhu Qing's mother.

Chen Liang walked into the old house.

The lights were on in the old house.

Zhu Qing did not come out.

I wonder what she's doing?

She only left the door open for herself.

Chen Liang stepped into the old house.

"Chen Liang is in this room."

Zhu Qing called out from the east room.

Chen Liang walked towards the east room.

Upon opening the door, I saw Zhu Qing sitting on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed).

"What's wrong with you? Why didn't you come out to greet me?" Chen Liang asked.

"Is the main gate closed?" Zhu Qing asked.

"It's off."

"Is it plugged in?"

"It's plugged in."

"oh."

Zhu Qing looked at Chen Liang leisurely.

Chen Liang had no idea what she was up to.

But, looking at her high, firm breasts, Chen Liang walked up to her.

He hugged Zhu Qing tightly.

"Don't rush," Zhu Qing said.

"What's wrong?" Chen Liang asked.

"I want to experience what it's like to go on a blind date like I used to."

"Huh?" Chen Liang was taken aback.

I never expected Zhu Qing to have this kind of interest.

"How do you feel?" Chen Liang asked.

"How did you get here that day?"

"Riding a bicycle."

"How did you get in the house?"

"Uh... I went into the house with the matchmaker."

"And then you met my parents?"

"Yes."

Zhu Qing gently pushed Chen Liang away.

"Give me a performance."

"Huh?" Chen Liang laughed.

"How can this be performed?"

"Just do what you did back then."

"Uh..." Chen Liang hesitated for a moment, but had no choice but to obey Zhu Qing's orders.

Anyway, I have nothing else to do, so I might as well have some fun.

Chen Liang returned to the doorway and glanced into the house at Zhu Qing.

He wanted to laugh.

He hadn't expected Zhu Qing to be so naive.

Perhaps, she was just too nostalgic for the past.

Then... I'll play along with her!

Chen Liang said, "I entered the house from here. Actually, we didn't see your parents until we entered the house. Your parents had already gone out to greet us when we arrived."

"I know," Zhu Qing said.

"and then?"

"Then……"

Chen Liang slowly walked into the house.

"Then I went inside, and your father was sitting against the north wall."

Chen Liang pointed to the north wall.

At this point, there were no more chairs under the north wall; all that remained was a coat rack, two federal chairs, and a small coffee table.

"And then?" Zhu Qing asked again.

"Then, I sat down here."

Chen Liang sat on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) and put his arm around Zhu Qing's shoulder.

"Then you darted out from outside. I glanced at you, you came in, poured yourself a glass of water, and then went out to the west room."

"Yes, you haven't forgotten."

As Zhu Qing spoke, she immediately kissed Chen Liang's lips...

A tender kiss...

A lingering, unforgettable kiss...

A passionate kiss, a remembrance and reminiscence of the past...

After the kiss.

Zhu Qingdao: "And then?"

"Later, I went to the west room."

"Okay, I'm going to the west room now. You do it again for me."

Chen Liangzhen had no idea what Zhu Qing was up to.

Is it really a longing for the past?

Do I need to repeat what happened before?

"You stay in this room and don't come with me. You can go later."

"Okay, sure," Chen Liang agreed.