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Chapter 21 Chapter 25
"When is it, still looking for an umbrella..." She choked and smiled, tears falling down.
"No more." The phone was disconnected.
She was too happy to act like a spoiled child. She never thought of letting one of his patients get wet in the rain. She looked around, looking for something like a newspaper that could block the rain. She couldn't find it. The flower branches that came out scratched to the face.
After a moment of surprise, she pushed the door and walked out.
The rain poured down on her face.
Tonight is the heaviest rain she has ever encountered in Hong Kong and Macau. She ran from the flower room to the elevator. There was no dry place from head to toe, and she couldn't wipe it. Water was dripping from head to toe.
The elevator door slid open before his eyes.
He hadn't seen him in a year, bathed in the bright light of the elevator. The man who had clearly never been exposed to the rain, dressed in a suit jacket, his eyebrows and eyes seemed to be smeared by the rain, dyed with moisture, especially his eyes that were like ink.
Zhaozhao, like a girl who just fell in love, realized that she was in a state of embarrassment, and wiped the rain on her face with her hands.
"You come in, or I go out." He asked with a smile.
She stepped into the elevator, the wind and rain outside, and she was locked outside the heavy metal door.
Seeing that she was covered in water, Shen Ce took off her suit jacket: "Put it on." He tried to put it on her shoulders, but failed twice.
Zhaozhao took the clothes and put them on himself. The dry cloth took his body temperature and wrapped her around her.
"Shen Yan drove me back, and I haven't left yet." As soon as he approached her, the color of the shirt was light, and the water marks from the soaked water could not be seen, but the watermarks soon appeared on the trousers.
"Two big men can't find an umbrella..." Shen Ce blocked her lips, and she felt like she was drowning. Obviously afraid of water, let alone drowning, but the feeling of suffocation is reminiscent of this.
"I also drank tea." In order to moisten the mouth. I didn't have the patience to make new tea, I drank cold tea.
Shen Ce clasped the back of her neck with the other hand, robbing her of her oxygen, and giving her the smell of tea except for the pressure on her lips and tongue. He imagined her reunion many times, this kind of thing, he really didn't sketch in his mind. The heavy rain on New Year's Eve drew out her more mature body for him. What lingered in front of Shen Ce's eyes was a stream of water running down her collarbone...
Shen Ce's lips moved slowly on hers, she thought of his heavy and heavy breath in her ear, forcing her to cry countless times day and night. Gentle yet violent.
It was her Shen Ce who came back.
Zhaozhao seemed to be eager to run up the hillside and was pushed into the deep sea under the cliff. The feeling of falling into the water made her dizzy. She put her hand on Shen Ce's shoulder, on her arm, and slid down her shirt.
His arm muscles suddenly tightened. She touched the gauze wrapped under the fabric, pushed him, and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong with the arm?"
She rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and was blocked by Shen Ce.
"It took a few stitches, but it's not as serious as you think," he said.
"Are you stitched? Didn't the doctor ask you to raise your arm?" Just now, the stitches weren't afraid of swelling, but they didn't hang around your neck. "Hold up, I'll go down and find something to tie around your neck."
"It's down there. I untied it before I came up. I'm afraid you'll be scared when you look at it."
"...I'm not a child."
He joked with her: "It's hard to say, I just complained that I was looking for an umbrella. I'm not afraid of the rain, but if I get wet, I need to re-wrap it. It's a waste of time with you."
How could she care about him looking for an umbrella, so she urged him to go downstairs and go back to the video room.
Seeing the two of them coming back, Shen Yan brought his arm sling to him: "I still wear it for two days, the cut on the arm is not shallow."
Shen Ce didn't want to wear it. He didn't have the habit of using it. He told the nurse just now that he didn't want to wear it. After a few stitches, the injury was as intimidating as a broken bone. But seeing Zhaozhao's unhappy expression, he had no choice but to put on the thing he thought was in the way. His arms were dangling from his chest, making it difficult to move.
Shen Yan said that in the second year of junior high school, he brought his wife and children to celebrate the New Year, and asked the two to make their relationship public during the Spring Festival.
"My eldest brother-in-law heard that you broke off the marriage and was officially pursuing you. He was scolded by Jin Shan several times, and the two brothers and sisters have turned their heads for half a year." Shen Yan said with a smile, his wife was nervous about Shen Ce's marriage, which is better than falling in love with him in the past. Heart, lest someone snatch Shen Ce's sweetheart.
Zhaozhao took a hot shower and changed clothes and came back.
Shen Cezheng was half-squatting in front of the player, picked out a Blu-ray disc, and stuffed it into the machine.
There were several suitcases piled up between the desk and the coffee table. When she saw the number of them, she was overjoyed and couldn't help herself. The duration of her stay would not be short, but she still asked him seriously: "How many days will you stay this time? If it is short, we will Don't tell your parents, so you won't waste time arguing with them." If there were only two or three days, she didn't want to spend one day arguing, and one day discussing calmly, so that she could see the moon and send him away. When time is short, plan well, where to go and what to do every hour.
The disc slides into the machine.
"Don't go." He tilted his head and said to her.
The surprise came too fast and she thought he was joking.
Dark for a moment, bright for a moment, the title jumped out under the traction of the music.
The light is like a pen, drawing along his deep eyes and the side of the bridge of his nose. The eyes are deeper and the strokes are heavy, and the silhouette next to the bridge of the nose is also deep. Finally, he draws out his lips: "Are you happy?"
He smiled a little: "Do you want me to leave again? So that the two sons of the Liang family can compete?"
After a slight improvement, his bad taste immediately returned. The past life is the same in this life, and like to see her frowning, not completely angry, holding back the appearance of little annoyance and little jealousy.
He doesn't have any other woman, this one, Shan Zhaozhao, goes back and forth, loves endlessly, and never gets tired of it.
"More than those two." She retorted in a low voice, unwilling to be left behind.
"Really?" He laughed, took the remote control and went to the sofa, sitting in the corner on the right, "My sister is getting older, it's good to have a few suitors." After speaking, he tapped his side and asked her to come to his side. .
With one arm hanging on one side, it was inconvenient for him to move. When Zhaozhao was about to sit, he changed his mind. La Zhaozhao straddled his lap, the two of them faced each other, forehead to forehead.
"Aren't you jealous?" She was dissatisfied.
He smiled: "The more the better."
A woman who can make Shen Ce love has this ability. It's not the past, beauty attracts a nightmare of marriage.
Zhaozhao remembered that he had just had an accident and had stitches, and didn't want him to do anything tonight, so he pushed his hand away several times. Shen Ce finally sighed: "Don't you want me to sleep in the video room tonight?"
"I'll give you a quilt," she said.
"Occupy the bedroom and drive the master out?"
He smiled, resting his head on the back of the sofa, burning her with his eyes.
She ignored him, took advantage of the situation to escape, and leaned on the sofa with him. The two were next to each other, watching a movie that had been watched several times with relish. Shen Ce tilted her head from time to time and kissed her forehead. She was happy and raised her head to kiss him. After watching one, want to watch another one, and the night of keeping the new year is full and satisfying.
After midnight, the first day of the new year, Zhaozhao went downstairs to the living room to get a plate full of nuts.
With a snap, snap and snap, he peeled twenty or so pistachios: "Give me your hand," she said.
Shen Ce's eyes suddenly darkened.
Seeing that he didn't move, Zhaozhao shoved one between his teeth: "Forget it, feed you."
One by one, she fed him as a fawn with no predation ability, and occasionally ate two of them: "If you eat too much, you need to drink tea, and you will be thirsty at night."
He suddenly pinched his chin with two fingers: "Let me see..."
This second was extended infinitely, slowly like a drop of ink falling on rice paper, spreading silently along the veins of the paper...
Shen Ce couldn't look away, the red in that spot swayed away in front of his eyes.
This was the first time he saw blood. The scratch is very shallow, and because of the shallow wound, it is easier to keep the reddish color. The familiarity of blood swept through his heart, like a gust of wind passing through... His fingers touched her lower lip, which was moist red. Before seeing Zhaozhao, he had never seen a beautiful person in his eyes, and no one's lips would be gray, yellow, and yellow. Zhaozhao is the winner of the five senses, and even if he doesn't color, he can move his soul.
Fate should be like this, he should have guessed that the first red in his eyes was Shen Zhaozhao.
No wonder the old monk would say the suffering of the world, Zhaozhao is his world.
"How did it hurt?" he asked.
She knew that he saw the color here, yellowish, so it was not surprising that he asked.
"In the flower room, I was in a hurry to come out to see you." She looked in the mirror before taking a shower. It was only a scratch, very shallow, but seeing him so tight, she touched him unconsciously, "It will be fine soon..."
His face was immersed in the light of the screen.
"What came to mind?" she asked softly. "Can you tell me?"
She wanted to guide him to speak out, chat with him, and feel relieved for him.
After speaking, she whispered coquettishly: "It's like you're hiding something."
Shen Ce just remembered the past year and wanted to tell her everything. Then, he decided to keep the secret. In the past, Shen Zhaozhao was not the daughter of an ordinary noble family. After the family was defeated, she had suffered a lot with him, and because it was Shen Ce's sister who had suffered a lot. There is no good end to death.
Telling a poignant love story is very touching. There are two trends in the consequences. One is that she will doubt it, or believe it all, but she can't remember the past and will not suffer. The other direction is to tear open a hole and induce her to remember the past, all the real physical pain. Including the last death, if you let her go through it again? Who will save her?
"Talk a little bit," she asked in his ear, "I want to hear it."
Shen Ce stared at the large screen: "There is indeed something to hide from you."
Zhaozhao sat up straight and locked him with his eyes.
"My first time making out with a girl, here."
She blushed, she was angry, and she flung her face to leave.
Shen Ce pulled her wrist: "Is it bad to be honest with you?"
"Confess tomorrow...don't disturb my good mood today."
"It's better to hit the sun instead of picking the day," he said.
He thought about it and recalled: "Strictly speaking, it's not the end here with that girl."
"Believe it or not, I can ignore you for a week, a month?"
He shook his head: "One day at most."
She stared at him.
"Maybe after I finish speaking, you are too jealous," he analyzed. "Maybe you can let me go back to my room to sleep."
"...Then talk about it, if you're not afraid of regret, talk about it."
"That night, she and I went to Lan Kwai Fong, claiming to be good at drinking. I also followed her advice and invited her to drink as a landlord, but instead I hurt myself," he tightened her wrist to prevent her from leaving. " She even put her in the bedroom."
"Lan Kwai Fong, did you deceive girls specifically?"
"Your brother disdains doing this," he remarked. "She has a crush on me."
...
He was poised, but she suddenly felt strange, could it be... it's herself again?
"She didn't sleep well in the middle of the night, and she went downstairs to look for water when she was drunk, or maybe she wanted to find me," he asked her, "you are a girl, help me guess whether she wants water or subconsciously. Find me?"
She concluded that it was herself... "I didn't want to look for you, I was thirsty. I was thirsty even after drinking."
"Oh, so," he reflected, "that was my misunderstanding."
Shen Ce stopped talking.
Zhaozhao kicked the edge of his shoe in return.
He hugged her waist, took off the arm sling that was in the way, and raised his arm above her head. With a wounded arm, she encircled her people in her own square inch: "Let me see you."
Reddish eyes, rosy lips, and a shallow scratch on his chin. He was thinking about what else was red on her body, and unbuttoned her clothes with his hands that could move freely.
"That day... what were we doing here?" She was haunted by curiosity.
He smiled and leaned down beside her ear.
"Do you want your brother?"
"Um……"
Shen Ce accidentally kissed her lower lip, he closed his eyes and obeyed her heart.