Hot flashes between men and women, as if the tide has not yet collected.

Zhao Zhao's eyes were also filled with moisture. It reminds people of the rain falling in the south of the Yangtze River, and a beautiful woman leaning on a railing, completely forgetting that the corner of her skirt was blown to the surface by the wind. That water, soaked through the skirt corners, was still going up a little bit, trying to go further on the cloth.

And he, Shen Ce, was the merciless man who embraced the beauty.

Turning his face, he forgot the joy of last night.

He and Zhao Zhao...

"I originally," he whispered, "wanted to wait for marriage."

The man in the arms seemed to laugh.

"What are you laughing at?"

She shook her head, laughing so hard that her stomach hurt.

Shen Ce's hand went down to her waist, wanting to find out the truth, when she was touched by him, she took a breath: "Brother, wait..." It's not like she was feeling sick, but she couldn't touch it there. He lost his self-control last night, and the word "tear" is not too much.

"Does it hurt?" he asked gently, falling on her.

"Well," she complained, "it doesn't feel good at all, I thought you would be good at it."

He laughs. It's like arranging troops, and the first battle is the words in the book.

Except for Shen Ce, she has never been in love, nor does she know the skills of getting along, the boundaries of giving, and she has no intimate experience. don't know if other people are like this. The next day, they will be held in their arms by the other person, rubbing every inch of their body. At first she thought that Shen Ce woke up in the morning and wanted to, but later found out that it was not.

He was really like a brother, examining her wounds, but the wounds were indescribable. He doesn't ask, she doesn't tell.

But he was still a man.

The strangeness of yesterday in the bathroom came up again, and the tide that drowned her swept her into the water little by little. Zhaozhao's fingers slid down his collarbone, and he lost his pectoral and abdominal muscles, but he felt more youthful. Her flower cake shop boy.

Shen Ce pressed her lips.

"I'll get you medicine," she struggled in her voice. "They're awake." She also gave him medicine and let him take a bath.

The two pressed their foreheads against each other.

Suddenly heard the church bells.

"Look, you can hear the bell from the house." Zhaozhao lifted the quilt to let in the cool breeze to cool down.

Shen Ce did not force her to stay.

When he woke up, he had already smelled a strange fragrance, and now the quilt was lifted, and the smell was even stronger. He is not sensitive to aromas, so he can't tell if it's a bath lotion or what: "What kind of floral fragrance is the bath lotion in this room?"

Zhaozhao held back his smile again: "Lavender."

He looked at her suspiciously.

Zhao Zhao, the past, passed away at the age of sixteen.

After that, the eighteen-year-old she he knew, and the one she has grown up now, is now, fresh, more beautiful than the past, and more difficult to deal with than the past. Shen Ce's intuition is not so simple, trying to find clues, the source of this fragrance has no clue. When he was wearing trousers, he always felt that the scarred skin under his waist was extra soft, like... something had been painted on.

The woman has a keen sense of smell. When going downstairs, Liang Jinshan passed by him and was also attracted by the fragrance. She glanced at Shen Yan strangely: "What did you put on him?" Applying body lotion is so relaxing.

"No," Shen Yan also leaned in to smell it and muttered, "I didn't smell the incense when I left."

After speaking, he drew a fragrant picture in his mind and asked Shen Ce in a low voice, "Did you really wake up last night?"

He glanced at Shen Yan.

Zhao Zhao frying steak on the side.

I was thinking, rubbed too much on him last night, the lavender fragrance is heavier than normal, and of course it won't disperse in the quilt. Mistakes...Shen Ce saw that she had fully cooked the steak, and it was still frying. He almost had a clue.

The young couple took their son to Quebec in the morning.

Shen Ce borrowed the study room with her and had to make a long phone call with her team.

Zhaozhao's study is on the top floor, with excellent lighting. She installed the windows into a vertical shape, one glass window and one vertical bookcase, interspersed with four sets of bookcases and four sets of windows, forming an arc.

Under the brown bookcase was a dark green sofa. While Shen Ce was waiting for the call, he took the time to unpack a new box of mobile phones. I bought it in Macau and haven't had a chance to dismantle it yet. Zhaozhao put the glass on the wooden coffee table: "I don't have your phone number."

He handed her the phone: "put it in, I'm not very good at using it."

He didn't have a touch-screen phone in the past, and he didn't have time to read the manual carefully.

Shen Ce took advantage of this time to connect the team with a landline.

The side of his work she had never seen before. The team has been running smoothly under the control of his mother and the support of his grandfather for the past few years. After the first contact with Shen Ce a few days ago, prepared a work report today and reported to him item by item on the phone.

Between the words, he was still tired, because of the hangover effect after using sedatives. He sat up straight at first, his arms resting on his thighs, leaning forward, facing the landline and listening.

Later, when I was tired, I hung up and rested for a while before continuing to connect to the next topic. During the six calls, Shen Ce focused on understanding, talking less and listening more. His words are humorous, but the angle of dismantling problems is tricky. He is a charming boss who makes the team unable to perfunctory easily. Zhaozhao imagined that in his team, he would probably work 24 hours a day, lest there be any mistakes.

In the afternoon, he wanted to drink, but he didn't want it after being forced.

Zhaozhao took the initiative to give it to him. She has common sense, and she has to gradually reduce the amount of withdrawal from anything, step by step. Stop suddenly, the damage to the body will be greater.

The brown liquor was swaying in the bottle. He didn't pour it. He wanted to stay awake for a while and have a few more words with her.

He knew he had a serious mental illness. Since Macau, he has lived in another life, with swords and swords, bloody killings, sword wounds and poisonous wounds, intrigues in court, and secret conspiracies.

After a long and cruel life, the present world is an illusion to him. The warmth and calmness made him even more hostile.

"Will you be in trouble if you break off the marriage?" He asked her to talk.

She shook her head.

"Zhaozhao," he whispered, "I want the truth."

"It's okay, but I don't have any equity anymore." It's like giving up the property.

According to her speculation, the family has cultivated herself for so long, and it has taken a lot of effort. During her studies, she practiced for three years, and her achievements are obvious to all. In the end, neither grandfather nor mother would let them go out and work for other companies. Nine times out of ten, they would still ask her to return home. Of course, the equity is definitely gone.

She also made an estimate that her cousin would become confused when he got old and would be angry for a few years. Ready to go out for ten years, and then wait for the family to recall. However, depending on Shen Ce's physical condition, he can study for another three years, and take care of him by the way. With the rapid development of society, it is not enough to read a bachelor's degree. There is no harm in reading more.

"I'm worried about your family." She was more worried about Macau.

"It's okay," he deliberately imitated her, "kneel for a few days at most. Small things."

She smiled in the crook of his neck.

At this moment, Shen Ce's thirst for that bottle of wine was even stronger, and she could feel it.

He hugged her, trying to prolong his awake time: "I was in a hurry to leave Taizhou that year, otherwise, I can accompany you to a place."

"where?"

"Qiandao Lake." He lived there for half a month when he was a child, thinking about the drizzle in the early summer and renting a boat to travel among thousands of islands, she would like it.

The sunlight folded from the wine bottle shook his eyes and tormented his nerves.

The heat in his arms was gone, and the girl in his arms left the study. When she came back, she put on her down jacket and brought his coat: "We bring wine, I'll take you somewhere."

Zhaozhao took him to the garage and chose the car with the most comfortable passenger seat.

Unbuttoned his shirt twice, turned the air conditioner to maximum, and drove him away from Mount Royal. Shen Ce didn't like to let her see the bad side of her being vulnerable, weak, and dependent on a certain foreign object. On the road, he never said a word, because of the hangover effect of the drug, he leaned against the car window and fell asleep.

Zhaozhao looked at him while driving, afraid that he would be in a daze, and felt that the restraint had unfastened the seat belt.

There were few cars on the road, and the mountains and water on both sides were left behind by her, and she drove out of Quebec and into Ontario.

The car was parked beside a painted iron map, she unfastened the seat belt that bound him, and said softly, "Brother?"

Sleeping Beauty couldn't wake up for a while, but she was in no hurry and waited patiently.

After several calls, Shen Ce finally regained a little consciousness before sunset, and gradually woke up. He opened his eyes and saw that it was her, still in a trance.

"Show you Qiandao Lake."

She crossed a province and drove him to Qiandao Lake here, just for him.

For fear that Shen Ce would get cold in the minus ten degrees wind after getting out of the car after sleeping for too long, Zhaozhao carefully buttoned his coat and got out of the car with him. Still afraid that he would be cold, he complained: "It's all short coats, and they only play handsome."

Shen Ce was speechless from the complaints, woke up by the wind, and looked at Qiandao Lake on the other side of the world in front of him. What Zhao Zhao chose was a waterfront where people rarely come. White frost, snow and ice slag fell all over the branches, and the flowing water was full of white islands.

Just go far enough and you will see many coincidences in this world.

Like many places have Fisherman's Wharf. Just like the Qiandao Lake here, the domestic Qiandao Lake not only has the same name, but is also named because there are thousands of islands connected to one another in the lake.

"It's winter, so you can't take a boat," she pointed to a path that slanted downwards with the water below. "You go to the water's edge, I'm not going."

Shen Ce clasped her wrist and led her down the small slope.

In winter, the ground was slippery. Zhaozhao was afraid that he would fall and could not struggle. He followed him down the path and walked to the lake.

She was dizzy when she saw the water, and her legs started to soften.

He was brought to this shore because there are standing stones by the lake. She used to bring people, and a common friend was standing there, thinking he would like it. He really liked it, but he wanted to take her with him.

"Don't go, don't go." Zhao Zhao was dazed and wanted to escape.

"I'll carry you over."

"It will fall in." She regretted her decision.

"I'll carry you over," he repeated.

Zhaozhao saw the light floating on the water surface and the changing water ripples under the ice on the shore, fighting against fear, closed his eyes and stretched out his arms. Her legs were picked up and placed on his back, she hugged Shen Ce tightly: "Brother, I'm not pretending, I'm really afraid..."

"I know," he replied.

In the darkness, his body swayed along with him, and the shards of ice were smashed under his feet, reaching the water's edge. Zhaozhao went up with him and hugged him even tighter. This is on the stone, and under the stone is the water.

"Shizhao."

"Um……"

"I'm leaving in three days," he said.

In her fear of water, she was shocked by the news. I couldn't gather my mind to think about it, and I didn't have the strength to ask questions. She scratched her fingers on the outside of his coat: "I don't want to..."

"I'm going to treatment, system treatment," he walked forward, walking towards a boulder in the depths of the water, "you also need to read."

Zhaozhao bit his collar, out of breath, and bit the skin on the back of his neck.

He was deliberate, insidious, and carried himself into the water so that he couldn't argue with him.

"When you graduate, I'll give you a healthy Shen Ce." He didn't dodge, let her bite, "We keep in touch regularly, and Shen Yanzai, you won't be able to find me." He is insidious, because Afraid of her rejection.

If she can't leave, she has to guard herself like this, and is always sad. She followed herself to treatment, and she had to give up her studies, which was not what he thought. Sixteen-year-old Zhaozhao lived for him and died for him. Now, she's grown up and wants to live a good life.

Zhaozhao was reluctant to bite him hard, so he let go, but buried him behind his neck, soaking his collar with tears.

"Zhaozhao, I imagine it's like this now. You're afraid, and your brother is blocking you." He turned his head and said to her on his back, "I'm your brother. Like yesterday, I didn't feel well myself."

"Yeah." She was still crying.

"If it's not cured, I'll be back."

"Well," she wiped her tears on his back sullenly, "you'll play tricks on me."

He laughed: "How dare you," he said softly, "How dare you," watching the blue waves on the water and the frost and snow on the islands in the distance.