"What should I do?" She kept wandering around, wondering whether she should say it or not. They were all like this now. Xin Duo still didn't know. Where were they going now? Did they go to a hotel to have sex?
I've got a house, and if I get there a little later, maybe I won't give him a tie, but my children.
She finally couldn't help it anymore, picked up the phone and dialed.
Yu Xinduo was chatting and watching An Zhiran draw. She picked up a picture and thought to herself, the drawings are so good now, how much better would it be if facial features were added.
"An Zhiran," she suddenly called An Zhiran's name.
An Zhiran raised his eyes, glanced at her, and then continued to draw his painting.
Fortunately, there is still some reaction, which proves that she is not air, but she has now changed directly from air to carbon dioxide, and can be noticed, "An Zhiran, would you like to draw a picture for me too? I have taken pictures, but
I haven’t painted yet.”
"Do you think I'm okay with this?" She propped up her face with her hands, then smiled and rolled her eyes. This smile was nice, friendly and cute.
"Stupid." An Zhiran said the word to her rudely.
The corners of her eyes twitched. It was true that this man was not cute at all. She carefully put away his paintings and then went into a daze again, because besides dazing, she didn't know what she could do, and her mobile phone also
At this time, there was a sound. It was Xia Lan's. She stood up, then found a wall and leaned against it casually.
"Xia Lan, what's wrong? We have to play mahjong. I don't want to go." She has to learn to be good recently and not make Yan Chenjing angry. Of course, she has no money to lose.
"No," Xia Lan over there hesitated again, should she say it or not?
Yu Xinduo was getting a little impatient, "Okay, Xia Lan, I won't tell you anymore. I want to go see someone painting." She was anxious. It was uncomfortable to stand, so she had to sit down.
.
"Xin Duo, I have something to say, so don't leave yet," Xia Lan hesitated for a long time before telling her.
"I discovered something recently. I didn't plan to talk about it, but today I saw it again..." She picked up the important things and said to her, and it was half an hour later.
Yu Xinduo hung up the phone and looked unhappy. She put her phone in her pocket, then ran to An Zhiran, smiled at him, and here I go again.
An Zhiran frowned, stretched out the paintbrush and put it on her face,
"Cried?"
"No," Yu Xinduo was still smiling, but her eyelashes were obviously covered with water droplets one after another. "It's just that the strong wind blew my eyes." Her eyes curved even more, and then
Just as her eyelashes were trembling and her eyes were blurry, a teardrop slid down her cheek and landed on her hand.
And she twitched her fingers and smiled brightly.
"I said, An Zhiran, I've performed so brilliantly, why don't you draw it for me? You see, I'm not very ugly," she touched her face, "haven't you found any inspiration?
Or are you already painting me, these are,"
She took out one piece from his lap, "This one, I feel like the face is similar and the hair is similar." She kept talking to herself there, but An Zhiran did not interrupt her, and even more
It's not a blow to her, there is a woman who needs this right now to prevent herself from collapsing or going crazy.
He picked up the brush and concentrated again. The woman beside him was still nagging, and his mind slowly became clearer and clearer under this annoying voice.
The brush seems to have a soul.
I remember a certain moment.
Yu Xinduo opened the door, and no one was inside. The female workers who worked part-time had all gone back. Yan Chenjing didn't like having too many strangers at home, so this was the time when Yu Xinduo felt most uncomfortable.
Don't blame her for playing mahjong. Who wants to be locked up in such a big house with only their own voice and breathing? No one can endure this kind of loneliness and loneliness, and she is no exception.
She took off her coat and sat on the sofa, then hugged the pillow on one side, buried her face in the pillow, and then began the long wait again.
She looked at the clock hanging on the wall and saw that it was six o'clock. Then she turned up the sound of the TV. She did not watch the program or change the channel. She just listened to the sound coming from the TV, and her heart also
I don’t know where it flew to.
From time to time she looked at the watch on the wall, and sometimes she would stare at the watch and count the seconds.
"one two three four……"
Then for another second, her eyes continued to be hazy, and then she blinked lightly again, and soon everything became clear again.
She stared at the clock again, letting her time pass by minute by second. She was waiting here for her time, her years, her life, and her aging. It was strange. She touched her own
Face, no matter what, she is only 24 years old now. She got married at the age of 21 and has not even graduated from college. Now she is just a beautiful young woman. Although she is not in her prime, she is not ugly either. Why does she feel old?
Woolen cloth.
She buried her face in the pillow again. She didn't want to watch something being played on TV, let alone listen to it.
As long as there is sound here, don't make her feel lonely and uncomfortable.
The door suddenly made a sound, and she quickly put down the pillow, then picked up the remote control and changed the channel for herself. The man outside walked in, and there was another person's breath in the air, and another, like
It's the smell of perfume on a woman's body.
The faint floral fragrance evaporated from his body and then smelled into her nose.
She suddenly wanted to sneeze, but the smell was very pungent. But she still held it back.
She stood up, and then suddenly rushed forward, as if nothing had happened, "Chenjing, you are back, I miss you so much." She buried her face in his arms and endured it with all her strength.
The smell of another woman on him.
Xia Lan didn't lie to her. She had never used perfume, and it was impossible for him to use it. It belonged to Li Anqi, and she knew it was hers.
She grabbed his clothes tightly, but she was suddenly pushed away.
"Yu Xinduo, what's wrong with you?" Yan Chenjing pulled Yu Xinduo's hand away from his body rudely. I'm very tired. I want to go up and rest. He had already changed his shoes as he said that.
Then I went upstairs alone and heard a soft knock on the door again. Then, all the temperatures returned to the original level again, even to freezing point.
She went upstairs unwillingly, held the doorknob, and opened the door a small crack. Then she watched him take out a tie from his pocket and put it in the closet, but she felt like something was wrong.
As if something was wrong, he put it outside the pile of clothes. Then he closed the closet, took off the clothes on top, and lay on the bed, but he was still in a daze. Like Yu Xinduo, Yu Xinduo bit her head tightly.
With her own lips, she slid to the ground and buried her head in her knees.