Kuai Chuan Zhi Won't Love You Again

When mentioning Paris, France, most people will think of one word, romantic.

Romance means meeting.The meeting between a beautiful woman and a handsome man can be the arrival of love or just a one-night stand.However, what does it matter?On the land of France, under the high sky, at a certain moment of looking back and smiling, the encounter itself is a very interesting thing.This kind of interest is enough to transcend the outcome of things, you just need to wait quietly, and then reach out and grab it when the opportunity comes, just like grabbing a thorny flower.Knead, smash, and let the crushed flavors develop.

Love reveals remaining sins.

It rained all day in Paris, pattering and moistening everything silently.Paris this year seems to have been baptized by tears once, pure and brand new.

The man knelt on the ground, looking at the woman on the sofa with her eyes closed.Yesterday, they were arguing over who would do the dishes, but now she was lying on the sofa, as quiet as a sleeping baby.The woman's purple lips were tightly pursed, the brows were light, and the frown showed a bit of anxiety.Her forehead was hot, her hands were cold, and the veins on the back of her hands were obvious, winding and growing like a river. The blue blood vessels matched the pale fingers, making her look extremely fragile at this moment.

The man looked at her carefully, with a man's eyes, but not just this kind of eyes.He himself also realized that he no longer used the mentality of a hunter to figure out the opposite woman, but started to treat her with an equal or even inclined attitude.He didn't know if it was good or bad, but he didn't show strong resistance.Life is a gamble, the outcome is important, but enjoying the process is also essential.

"If you look at my face again, there will be no flowers growing." The woman didn't know when she opened her eyes, and tears rolled down the corners of her eyes.She wiped away her tears with her fingertips, her voice trembling imperceptibly, "Don't you think you should do something?"

The handsome man withdrew his gaze, leaned in front of her, thought for a while, stretched out his arms to wrap her around her, and said tentatively, "Give you a warm hug?"

The woman rolled her eyes and pushed his broad and warm chest with her right hand, but unfortunately she didn't push it away, "I just need a glass of brown sugar water now... brown sugar water, do you understand?"

The man hesitated for a moment, lowered his head, and said in a doubtful tone, "Are you sure?"

The woman, that is, Su Nianchu nodded, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and replied in a firm tone, "I'm sure, I'm just a relative, not dying."

"Also, don't take advantage of me just because you are handsome, I don't accept it."

The man rubbed his nose and touched the edge of the sofa, "Then I'll buy you some brown sugar, and you can stay by yourself later."

Su Nianchu snorted and turned away from looking at him.

"Song Yu, remember to take the umbrella and come back before I die of pain." She pulled the khaki blanket over her head to cover her face, revealing only the ends of her black hair.

"..." Song Yu paused when he changed his shoes. Looking at the bulge on the sofa, his usually low voice became jumpy, "You should pray that there is something like brown sugar in the supermarket."

Yes, brown sugar is indeed very common in Chinese supermarkets, but it does not mean that it will exist in French supermarkets.After Song Yu finished speaking, he opened the door and went downstairs with an umbrella. Everything was so logical that when Song Yu sat in the car and looked at the rain outside the window, he felt absurd.

He thought back to when they first met.It was also a rainy day, and Song Ziyu was wandering alone in the street.Like the other men, he wears a dark blue suit, holds a black umbrella and smokes cigarettes made in China.If there is a distinction to be made, it is probably that his suits are more expensive, his umbrellas are stronger, and his cigarettes are more refined.Perhaps the biggest difference is his young and handsome silhouette.He knew he needed a new affair.It sounds vulgar, but it's practical.Song Ziyu is a man who knows what he needs. Even in Paris, he is still an excellent hunter.And Su Nianchu appeared - she was his prey.

Su Nianchu is very beautiful.Her beauty is not a simple beauty of softness, but with a hint of firmness, which was evident when the two first met.At that time, she was wearing a dark long skirt with bright yellow flowers embroidered at the corners, which was soaked in the rain at will.She wears heavy makeup, bright lips, and blue eye shadow.In the drizzling park, she sat alone on a bench, smoking a cigarette while talking on the phone.Song Yu heard her speak French, not very fluent, but simple and direct, completely subverting the lingering French itself.Su Nianchu was very excited on the phone, and when she talked about sex, her high heels stepped on the ground hard, splashing gracefully.

After finishing the phone call, Su Nianchu leaned on the back of the chair and smoked.She didn't seem to notice that it was very strange not to open an umbrella on a rainy day.Song Ziyu walked up behind her, put the umbrella on top of her head, watched her stare blankly for a moment, raised her chin to look at him with a cigarette in her mouth.A pair of very beautiful eyes, rare but not common.She speaks to him in French.She said, "Handsome, can you take me in for a while?"

And he replied to her in Chinese, "I don't have any opinion, if you want."

So Song Ziyu simply took Su Nianchu and her suitcase to the parking lot, and then drove away.

Song Ziyu told her that his name was Song Yu, he was from the south, he traveled to France with nothing to do, and now he lived alone in the suburbs.There are many small villas in the suburbs, and the pure white angel sculptures listen to God's teachings in the rain. Song Yu's aura also proves that he deserves such treatment.The car passed through the rain curtain, and he stopped the car to see that the other party was sleeping peacefully with the seat belt on.

Su Nianchu woke up by himself.With sleepy eyes, he consciously unbuckled his seat belt, then pushed open the door, and took the suitcase out of the trunk under Song Ziyu's gaze.She pointed to the buildings in front of her and asked casually, "Which one is your house?" Song Yu twitched the corners of her mouth, walked over, took the box and walked to the front, "Come with me." So Su Nianchu lived with him grandly Together.

Do you think that Song Ziyu will embrace the beauty and continue his proud love life?No, you are wrong.Song Ziyu discovered in later life that he was also wrong, and he was wrong too much - Su Nianchu's appearance made him understand that her acceptance was really just acceptance.

Nothing happened the first night.Su Nianchu went to the bathroom to take a shower, her hair was wet when she came out, and the water dripped down her long hair onto the floor.She stared at the floor as if to stare a hole out of it.Song Ziyu looked at her while smoking a cigarette, watching her wiping her hair clumsily with a towel, her graceful figure looming in her nightdress.He was about to say something, but Su Nianchu had already said, "Can I hang the clothes in the suitcase to dry?"

Song Ziyu said, "Yes."

"Can I have something to eat?"

"……can."

After wolfing down the bread, Su Nianchu wiped the corners of her mouth, burped lazily, and then smiled shyly, "Handsome, can I get some sleep?"

Song Ziyu was really confused this time, he asked subconsciously, "You yourself?"

Su Nianchu looked at him with a smile, without any precautions, "I think it would be crowded for two people to share a bed."

Song Ziyu raised his eyebrows, went upstairs and opened the door for her, watched her fall into the big soft bed, then lay on his stomach and waved to himself, saying goodnight to himself with joy, not minding the beautiful scenery of his body.He was standing at the door with the key in his hand, but she turned over. Not long after, intermittent snoring echoed in the room—she fell asleep.

Song Ziyu finally confirmed that her actions just now were unintentional. Although there were fewer entertainment activities at night, it seemed that there were more other fun.He closed the door and went to sleep in another room, forgiving such a dull night for the first time.

Su Nianchu stopped for no reason.She didn't beg him softly, nor did she prevaricate him with "I'll pay you back the rent when I have money later". She just got up at eight o'clock the next day and greeted him with a bright smile. Song Ziyu decided to go first. Let her live like this, and it turned out that this stay lasted for a week.

Song Ziyu seldom went out this week, not because he was worried about Su Nianchu, but because Su Nianchu had a great influence on him in the early days, and he was very interested in her.This kind of interest is not only the curiosity of human nature, but also a man's unique desire to conquer women.It's not like I haven't encountered an evenly matched opponent before - one quietly seduces, so the other is seduced by the situation.This is the way men and women get along. In addition to success in his career, he is also keen on seeking excitement emotionally.But Su Nianchu is a completely different concept.She was honest and straightforward, and her behavior had clearly told him that she didn't need this game of love.Even if he is handsome, rich, and personable.Even if she lives in his house.

After a long time, Song Ziyu finally figured it out.She is not principled, but the type of person in the legend who "takes advantage of you with a faceless face and is not willing to let you take advantage of it".But by then, it seemed too late.