Sister, don't go

I thought that as long as she could not leave me slowly, she would accept me. Unexpectedly, an accident happened in the middle.

A group of us watched the first show of the Paris Autumn-Winter Haute Couture Fashion Week. Everyone was infected by the modern art of the show. We were very excited and went to the bar to hang out all night.

When we met in the afternoon, I noticed that she was a little abnormal. She was in a state of fugue throughout the show, as if her soul had been emptied. I wanted to go to comfort her, but I was scared back several times by her cold eyes.

We sat in the most conspicuous position of the bar, white, black and yellow with different skin colors, classical, modern, simple and complex, different dresses, different flavors of French pronunciation, sitting upright, laughing forward and backward, Men discuss young models, women discuss pectoral muscles.Unbridled laughter, the atmosphere heated up rapidly, they picked up the red wine one after another, while sipping tea elegantly, they smiled at the sexy beauty/thing, stood up, straddled/sit, and kissed passionately, the strong hormonal and monstrous breath filled the whole room .

"Ares, according to you, human beings started from chaos/lunar?"

"If you don't admit that you are a descendant of Adam and Eve, you can deny it completely. But as far as I know, Fuxi and Nuwa, the first ancestors of China, are also siblings."

"Dear Ares, are you going to trace the source and find an excuse for imitating Freud's theory?" Everyone laughed strangely, "Why don't you enjoy yourself in time and insist on putting on a melancholy face to save the common people? If you think this can attract females, you can try missbai" Another burst of yin and yang laughter.

I looked at Sister Bai who was sitting across from me, she was not angry, she smiled nonchalantly, as if she had been used to it for a long time.She whispered a few words to the waiter who came over, and the waiter immediately brought a bottle of vodka graciously. She opened the bottle, poured a full glass, and laughed wildly amidst everyone's explicit witticism.

God, what happened to her?She didn't have to laugh like that.

I sat next to her worriedly, held down her hand that continued to pour the wine, and sighed, "Don't drink it, strong alcohol will hurt your health!"

Her purple grape-like eyes were shrouded in a layer of mist, looking at me, her eyes blurred.It was so easy to see me clearly, he let out a light snort, and gave me a sideways glance, "What do you care about me?" The corners of his eyes were watering, and he continued to pour the wine.

She is really drunk, where has she seen such a coquettish look at people!I was a little flattered, and started twiddling my fingers uselessly again.

She stared blankly at my fingers, "She will do the same." After she finished speaking blankly, she shook her head as if mocking herself, and took a sip of her wine.

"Did you say twisting your fingers?" Then she said, I really want to communicate with her, I want to know what happened to her, it's so abnormal tonight, although she has always been like a woman with a story, this mystery Draws me close to her like a magnetic field to explore her.

Ares, the big sexy Italian boy with brown hair and deep blue eyes, actually came to ask her to dance.What surprised me even more was that she readily accepted the invitation.Ares' unlovable face, which has been rejected countless times by Baixi, has long been the butt of everyone's jokes.

Ares can be described as ecstasy. He exaggeratedly made a gentleman's invitation gesture, his waist was bowed very low, and his right hand was trembling in mid-air.

She took off her jacket, leaving only a tight t-shirt, and danced face-to-face with him on the dance floor. She danced to the rhythm, flicking her hips and stroking her hair, which was extremely charming.

I couldn't bear it any longer, with unreasonable jealousy and the effect of alcohol, I randomly agreed to the invitation of a blond boy, combed my hair, jumped onto the dance floor, and twisted my waist/limbs.The gorgeous lights hit her face, emitting colorful rays of light. She is like a coquettish queen, tempting me to keep getting close to her.

I danced very hard, she quickly shook off Ares, mingled with me, smiled at me, and put her hand on my waist, the numbness spread from my waist to my whole body, I was bewitched, my courage was magnified, Climbing up to her body, entangled with her, she didn't push me away, I was a little ecstatic, feeling the warm breath brought by her red lips brushing against my neck, my heart was beating so fast that it was about to rush out of my body.

"Sister," I hugged her, who was already unconscious, and carefully helped her onto the bed.She tugged on her clothes, frowned, "Uncomfortable..." kept moaning/groaning.

My heart is also clenched, why do I have to drink so much wine?Why do you torture yourself like this?

I brought a basin of warm water, went into the bedroom, wiped the sweat off her forehead with a towel, took off her clothes, and wiped her carefully.She kicked and moved wildly, preventing my movement, I clasped her hands tightly and shouted at her angrily, "Don't move!"

She became quiet all of a sudden, opened her eyes and looked at me, the eyes were filled with mist that did not dissipate, the begging eyes of a puppy, and the weak and seductive posture made me soften instantly, and I walked down my cheeks. Burn down.

"You don't want me!" She cried out loudly, covering her eyes with the back of her hands, her face covered with tears.

"I want, I want..." I was at a loss, looking for tissues everywhere, but her emotions came too suddenly, so I had to follow her and repeat, I didn't know how to calm her emotions, and I was so anxious that I was sweating.

She cried even harder, "You lied to me," she was so choked up that she couldn't speak clearly, "You're getting engaged, I can't wait for you anymore... never again... woo woo woo", she turned her back , curled up, covered his face with the quilt, his body trembled like a candle flickering in the wind.

A bucket of cold water was poured down, instantly waking up my feverish mind, and the sweat immediately cooled down.I rushed to the bathroom and doused my face, arms, and toes with water until I could think calmly.

It turned out that she mistook me for someone else.

The strange eyes when I met for the first time, the movement of hurriedly dodging when I was caught peeping, saying that I twisted my fingers like a person, often looking out of the window in a daze, avoiding me time and time again, rejecting me... These scenes flashed before my eyes , where I was curious before, now I have all the answers.

Yuko Ito, who are you?I said to myself in the mirror.My mother said that a kind person will definitely be loved by others.I can't see clearly, I can't see clearly, I feel like a clown, so funny it makes me laugh.All dreams come to naught.Autumn is really not suitable for daydreaming.

I slowly moved into the bedroom, and she was already asleep, with a peaceful face, as if she was dreaming some sweet dream.I pulled out a wry smile, but my heart was still moved by her, and I was still moved by her every expression.I broke her hands clenched tightly by the corners of the quilt, carefully lifted the quilt covering her head, and wiped the wet tears on her face with a hot towel.

She is also a poor person who can't get her sweetheart!Like us, we are caught in a terrible obsession and cannot extricate ourselves.

After I took a shower, I drew down the curtains to hide the vanity of the city, and hugged her to sleep.

I couldn't fall asleep, I just closed my eyes, and finally fell into a deep sleep in a daze, when I was suddenly awakened by her nightmare.

"Lin Xia, Lin Xia, I'm waiting for you...Come back, come back, please..." Her head was twitching in the deep pillow, her closed eyes seemed to be trying to hold back something, her arms were at the heart press on.

I stood up abruptly, turned on the bedside lamp, called her continuously, and shook her body vigorously, trying to drag her out of the nightmare.The heart can't bear the weight of the arm, she must be haunted by nightmares.

Finally, she opened her eyes with difficulty, her hand holding the bed sheet loosened, and she turned her head to look at me in a daze, as if looking at something out of reach.I pursed my lips, I knew what she was thinking.

"I'm Lin Xia..." I choked up, my throat swelled up for a while, and I almost stopped breathing. I pulled off the ribbon of the pajamas, and put my hands on her face.

……

I fell into a deep sleep, and in the dream, she called "Lin Xia" on me in a low voice, like an echo, lingering and lasting, accompanying me until I woke up from the dream.

In the morning, I was stimulated by the dazzling light to open my eyes. The nightlife in this city is over. People who indulged all night resumed their suits and leather shoes, and a busy day began.

As I expected, the bed was empty, and the quilt still had that person's residual warmth. I pulled her quilt and covered myself, trying to wrap myself with her residual warmth.