Text/Jing Muxi "Don't contact me again." "Are you willing to do so?" It was late at night, with scattered lights on Qingquan Street, and I was drowsy. Zhang Yang took the key and opened the door of the cafe. Qing Ping, who was standing behind him, stared at the cafe's sign in the

Text by Jing Muxi

"Don't contact me again."

"Are you willing to do so?"

It was late at night, with scattered lights on Qingquan Street, and I was also drowsy.

Zhang Yang took the key and opened the door of the cafe.

Qingping, who was standing behind him, stared at the cafe's sign in the dim night light in a daze.

"Chu Qing, what a beautiful name."

Zhang Yang, who had already opened the door, turned back to see the clear screen. Her face was a delicate porcelain white at night, so she said:

"Your face is also beautiful."

The clear screen seemed to be clear. Awakened by Zhang Yang's words, he suddenly came back to his senses and said with a smile:

"Sweet words are of no use to me."

A ray of light flashed in Zhang Yang's black eyes -

Qingping finally smiled.

The hearts of the two of them, which were overly serious due to their own concerns, were also covered with a layer of light.

In this world of light and shadow, she is the sun and he is the moon -

Zhang Yang's happiness depends entirely on the blessing of Qingping.

If in a relationship between two people, one of them is completely passive, then the relationship is destined not to last long.

Zhang Yang did not turn on the headlights on the first floor, but only turned on the stair lights, and took Qingping upstairs.

walked up the stairs leading to Zhang Yang's bedroom again, and Qingping's mood was completely different from last time.

Last time she was a wise man who looked down upon all living beings.

This time she fell into the mortal world and got entangled with the person in front of her.

Zhang Yang pressed on the floor lamp hanging on the desk, and the area around the desk was enveloped in an orange halo.

Zhang Yang turned sideways and said to the clear screen:

"I don't want to turn on the big lights on the roof, just turn on this one. Do you think... OK?"

"What's the reason?"

"Huh?"

"I mean. "What's your reason for not turning on the headlight?"

Zhang Yang thought for a while and said:

"The light is too bright and white, and it doesn't have the mood of a desk lamp. I hope we are romantic."

Qingping's mouth couldn't help but raise. The eyes are also full of joy.

But she seemed unwilling to admit it:

"A child's mind is romantic when lit by a lamp."

Zhang Yang walked up to Qingping and stared down at her eyes.

Dots of warm light flowed in her eyes, blurred and moving.

"Will you sit with me?"

Zhang Yang took off the bag on Qingping's shoulder and the jacket on her wrist, and grabbed her arm.

looked up at Zhang Yang's clear screen, met his eyes quietly, and asked:

"Where to sit? If I remember correctly, you only have one chair."

Zhang Yang did not answer, holding his hand with the other hand. He walked towards the bed, holding Qingping's shoulder.

He sat on the edge of the bed, his voice suddenly hoarse.

Zhang Yang looked up at Qingping, who seemed unwilling to sit down, and said shyly:

"Is it okay to sit here? I really want to hug you."

"Have you forgotten the reason why I am still with you now? "Together, why?"

Faced with Zhang Yang's request, clearing the screen was repulsive.

"I know, we need to have a good chat. I have many questions to ask you."

Zhang Yang answered, holding Qingping's hand with one hand, holding it hot and cold.

Zhang Yang’s humble and watery eyes no longer seemed bright.

The screen cleared and I couldn’t bear to look at it anymore, so I was speechless and sat down next to Zhang Yang.

He turned sideways and hugged her tightly.

She pressed her hand against him, but he placed his chin in the crook of her neck, deeply.

She felt the surge and warmth of the blood flow in a young body, and put down her hand to push him.

"Don't reject me, okay? I want to be with you, really."

Zhang Yang's voice was low, hoarse, and trembling slightly.

Qingping closed his eyes and pressed his face closer to the back of Zhang Yang's neck, tears overflowing from his eyes.

Zhang Yang felt the screen clear and silent approaching.

He smelled the sweet smell in her hair, and the skin-to-skin contact area was burning all over his body.

He leaned back, kissed her face, and then looked for her lips.

She ducked away in an instant.

But he didn’t give you a chance to escape. He wrapped his arms around her to keep her motionless, and then kissed her.

's soft lips were actually burning, and Zhang Yang felt the clear response and the connection between the two hearts.

However, it only takes less than a few seconds.

Clear Screen began to push him again, whimpering as if calling his name.

Zhang Yang didn't want to worry about this. He wanted to be very close to Qingping, closer, closest, inseparable...

Because he was sure that Qingping really loved him, even if her response only lasted a few seconds.

The orange light shone meltingly, leaving only the edge of the halo on the bed.

The coldness of tears, the warmth of lips, romance and breakup, crazy love and loss...

Everything may be thrown out at any moment in the consciousness of a woman he has never understood.

Suddenly, a hysterical pain invaded Zhang Yang, who was clearly drunk, and he tasted a strong salty taste.

opened his mouth and realized that Qingping had bitten his lower lip.

"Zhang Yang, will you let me go?"

"Why? You don't hate me, I know."

"It's useless Zhang Yang, even if you love me, even if I don't hate you, it's useless. "

"You are divorced now and I am single. Tell me why we can't be together?""Zhang Yang, stop acting like a child.""

"I have already known that? I know your age! You are only 7 years older than me! "

" It's not about your age. "What is that?" Zhang Yang held Qingping's shoulders. , hold it tightly.

There was sadness in his eyes when he saw the clear screen. He felt so distressed...

"Can you let go of your hand and let's talk it over?"

"No, I don't want to listen. If you have decided to leave me, I will Don't listen!"

Zhang Yang was overwhelmed by the flood of fear. He couldn't breathe and his heart was pounding.

He longed for a little air to save himself, so he decided on one thing.

In the blink of an eye, Qingping’s lips when she saw him for the first time;

Countless times, he felt that she was far away from him, so he wanted to have her even more;

That night she slept with him, but he was indifferent to her. A joke without knowing anything;

...

came and went in Zhang Yang's mind.

Qingping heard Zhang Yang's willful answer and before she could think of how to persuade him, she suddenly fell on the bed.

By the time Qingping realized what had happened, Zhang Yang had already taken off her thin silk shirt.

Like a beast that sucks human blood, he kissed her neck crazily, moving his lips all the way down.

Clear the screen and close your eyes and say slowly:

"Zhang Yang, I can accompany you to do everything you want, but we still won't have any results."

Zhang Yang paused for a moment, and then began to vent that he was too depressed. Long lasting love.

The night was deep and completely silent, except for Zhang Yang's breathing that rose and fell damply.

No! There was another sound, seemingly absent, chirping, wisps...

Qingping heard the intermittent noise, and then wrapped his arms around the trembling Zhang Yang -

He cried, trembling. , forbearing and desperate.

Clear the screen and turn Zhang Yang over, let him lie next to her and said:

"We are all tired, go to sleep, I will accompany you."

The orange light reflected Zhang Yang's steamy eyes, dim and yellow, Blurry, tired...

until it disappears.

The next day, there was a light inky sky, humid air, and a soft rustling sound...

Zhang Yang opened his eyes and saw Qingping put on his shoes, took another comb, and prepared to dress up.

html It was not bright yet for three days, but everything in the house was clearly visible.

He did not dare to speak, and all kinds of worries came to mind.

"Are you awake? You can go back to sleep." Qingping said.

"If I don't wake up, are you... going to sneak away again?"

Qingping found Zhang Yang's words so childish and funny:

"It will be nice when you mature more."

"Huh?"

" I have to go back to school quickly while there is no one around. There are classes today. "

" I am so invisible that you want to go back while there is no one around? Let the third person know."

Zhang Yang walked to Qingping, squatted on the ground and hugged Qingping's waist without saying anything.

"Zhang Yang, I tried my best to fulfill your wish yesterday. Please don't contact me again in the future."

"Are you willing?"

Qingping smiled: "At my age and with my experience, What are you reluctant to let go of? "

" If we can't let go of each other, can you promise to see me every once in a while? "

" Can't you do it before you find your boyfriend? " Zhang Yang continued to ask.

Qingping took off Zhang Yang's hand, stood up, put on his coat, carried his bag, and walked to the door:

"Zhang Yang, you are too young, I just like you selectively."

Zhang Yang hurriedly chased after He leaned against the door, looked at Qingping and said:

"Don't leave, okay? I know you don't have class on Monday."

Qingping opened his mouth and couldn't say a word for a while.

Zhang Yang hugged her anxiously, fearing that she would think of something to say to reject him.

Zhang Yang bent over and hooked his head into the black hair on Qingping's shoulder.

He knew that she liked his hug, otherwise why would she hug him tightly...

The desk lamp was still on, and no one turned it off.

If love is like a lamp, which can burn brightly when powered on, then -

Zhang Yang will definitely try his best to store energy for love.

But he has always been passive, so he is never sure...

(To be continued...)

Author | Jing Muxi , self-media person, multi-platform plus V certified high-quality author, author of 60 essays, book reviews, novels, etc. More than 10,000 words.