The most ruthless is her

As soon as those words came out, Jian Shuo was stunned.

"Please also please me", such a mess, what a mess.

Probably it was Ruan Mohan in front of her, wearing a white dress that fluttered like a fairy, against the night, like a mesmerizing secluded forest, which made her lose her mind.

Ruan Mohan's eyes were light and faint: "Please?"

She stretched out her hand and spread her white palm.

here we go again.Jian Shuo said in her heart: Ruan Mohan's palm, the "catnip" that has a fatal attraction to her, has come again.

She involuntarily put her hand in.

Ruan Mohan's long and slender fingers bent slightly, squeezed Jian Shuo's hand, and shook it.

Light brown eyes looked at Jian Shuo lightly: "Do you want me to touch your head?"

Jane Shuo: ...

She wanted to say out loud "I don't want to be patted on the head", but—

Just like a bird wants to peck when it sees millet, and a dog wants to gnaw when it sees ribs.

When a cat is acting like a baby with its owner, it wants to be touched on the head by its owner, which is probably an irresistible primitive biological instinct.

Flowing in Jian Shuo's blood, urging her, he said in a very spineless manner: "I want to."

"Ruan Mohan, I want you to pet my head."

Fuck me!Fuck me!

Ruan Mohan looked cold, held Jian Shuo's hand again, and squeezed it: "Please."

"Please let me hear you sing this song, and I'll touch it."

Jian Shuo was dumbfounded.

How did the situation suddenly become like this?Didn't Ruan Mohan beg her just now?

She squinted at Ruan Mohan.

Ruan Mohan was not in a hurry, just held her hand lightly, and squeezed it lightly.

Looking at Jian Shuo with that kind of cat-like eyes.

Jian Shuo: "... Please, Ruan Mohan."

She spurned herself!

"Please listen to me sing this song, meow meow!"

Ruan Mohan said coldly, "Okay."

Finally, he reached out and touched the top of Jian Shuo's head.

Jian Shuo's eyes narrowed, as if he had received comfort from the depths of his soul.

She listened attentively to the resident singer on the stage and re-memorized the lyrics and melody.

Then the man really didn't sing very well, Jian Shuo lost his mind after a while, and started folding the straws on the small round table to play.

Fold a "7" once, and fold a "Z" once.

Ruan Mohan glanced at him: "Who's surname is Z?"

"Zhou? Zhang? Zheng?"

Jian Shuo was stunned: "What are you talking about?"

"What's the relationship between you and this person named Z?" Ruan Mo asked coldly, "Why did you fold her initials with a straw?"

Jian Shuo threw the straw away: "Where do I know someone with the surname Z!"

"Didn't I just fold it casually! Otherwise, what else can I fold with a straw?"

Ruan Mohan picked up the straw that Jian Shuo threw on the table, and folded a "∞" symbol that symbolizes infinity.

Jane Shuo: ...

She felt that she still suffered from being uneducated.

Ruan Mohan shook off the straw, wrapped his slender fingers around Jian Shuo's black curly hair: "Listen to the song and memorize it."

Jian Shuo's eyes wandered to the popcorn on the next table, Ruan Mohan pulled his fingers.

Jian Shuo's eyes wandered to the mascot selling beer, Ruan Mohan pulled his finger.

Jian Shuo covered her scalp and called, "Ruan Mohan, I'm about to be bald by you!"

Ruan Mohan glanced at her: "Then do you remember?"

"Remember, remember!" Jian Shuo muttered and walked to the edge of the stage.

This kind of small bar welcomes guests to stage impromptu performances.

Jian Shuo said a few words to the boss, who nodded with a smile.

At the end of the song, Jian Shuo came to the stage with lazy steps in a bright red dress.

A flirtatious and seductive face, no age can be seen, even the gender is blurred, it is a kind of extreme and pure beauty.

She held Lime and said:

"The back view is real, the person is fake, there is no attachment,

100 years ago, you were not you, and I was not me.

Sorrow is real, tears are fake, there is no cause and effect in the first place,

100 years later, without you and without me. (Note 1)"

Ruan Mohan sat under the stage, not looking at Jian Shuo.

Jian Shuo's face has long been engraved in her heart.

She lowered her eyes, staring at the glass of beer on the round table in front of her, and didn't drink it. She just watched the cold beer liquid meet the scorching summer air, and water droplets condensed on the transparent glass wall.

Like someone's tears.

She was listening to Jian Shuo's voice attentively.

The tone hasn't changed, it's still very thin.The feeling of having no emotion and no perception has subtly changed.

Ruan Mohan stretched out his slender fingers, and gently wiped the water droplets formed on the glass wall.

Rub your index finger and thumb together to feel the condensed water.

It reminded her of Jian Shuo's tears last time.

It is touchable, and it makes people feel a wandering and helpless heart, because the heavy weight condensed by this little water will then settle down.

It's good to have tears.

It's good to have feelings.

"Miss, are you alone?"

Ruan Mohan let go of his fingers and raised his head.

There was a bit of teasing in the speaker's voice, but it wasn't Jian Shuo.

It was the resident female singer just now, holding a glass of beer, walking to Ruan Mohan's table.

"If you're alone, why don't you make an appointment with me?"

"Which eye of yours sees that she is alone?" A strange and stern voice sounded from behind the female singer.

When the female singer turned around, it was the girl in the red dress who took the stage for her just now.

The flirtatious and charming appearance, but now it looks like a vicious cat.

He was staring at her viciously, as if he was about to pounce on her at any moment.

"Do you know?"

She was singing on the stage just now, so she didn't pay much attention to the table in the corner, and she didn't see whether this woman with a cold face was sitting alone or accompanied by someone.

"It's more than acquaintance." The girl in the red skirt in front of her dragged her tone.

The singer turned his head to look at the cold woman at the table, leisurely, and lit a cigarette for himself, without even looking at the girl in the red dress.

It’s weird.

The singer asked, "Then what's your relationship?"

When the woman spoke, her voice was as cold as her face. In the midsummer of July, it sounded like a stream of snow and ice on the ridge, which made people feel refreshed: "Yes, what kind of relationship are we?"

The girl's cat-like eyes narrowed: "Ruan..."

He glanced at the singer, as if he wanted to call a woman's name, but was afraid that the singer would overhear him.

Even revealing the name is jealous.

Girl: "Little Ruan Ruan, did you do it on purpose?"

Little Ruan Ruan?The singer was dumbfounded.

In front of this woman with a cold face, who is both arrogant and reserved, she really didn't see any relationship between the words "small", "soft", and "little soft".

The woman took a puff of cigarette lightly, and didn't respond to the name "Little Ruan Ruan".

The girl called the singer "Hey": "Isn't this an obvious dog-girl relationship?"

"She's mine. It's none of your business. Get out."

The woman's cold voice sounded again: "Are we sure about the relationship?"

The girl raised her lips and smiled: "Isn't this just about confirming the relationship?"

******

Glancing at the back of the singer going away, Jian Shuo began to take out the things in his pockets.

A long-dried green handle.A crumpled flyer.A pack of tissues with a small advertisement printed on the back.A tortoiseshell button.A small biscuit.

And a cigarette.Plus a finished cigarette butt.

Jian Shuo glanced at the mess on the table, looked at Ruan Mohan and smiled: "Look, it turns out that you love me so much and have given me so many things?"

"I gave these to you?" Ruan Mohan smoked a cigarette with an indifferent face: "I thought it was a pile of garbage."

Jian Shuo glared at her: "What rubbish? You gave it to me!"

She picked up the green handle: "This is what the waiter at W Hotel gave you, and you put it on mine again. The green handle is rotten, but the handle is still there." She raised her delicate nose and sniffed it. One click: "It smells so good."

Ruan Mohan looked at the green handle, it had already withered and decayed, how could it be fragrant.

Jian Shuo picked up the leaflet and tissue again: "You picked this up and gave it to me at the side of the road."

Pick up the tortoiseshell button: "This is the button I pulled off your windbreaker in room 1704, but I found it again and picked it up."

"You bought the biscuit for Ruan Qingyin, but you gave it to me." Jian Shuo shook the biscuit and smiled slyly: "You really love me more than Ruan Qingyin, don't you?"

"It's just charity." Ruan Mohan smoked a cigarette and said lightly, "Have the biscuits expired?"

Jian Shuo gave her a hard look: "I want you to take care of it!"

"And this cigarette." Jian Shuo picked it up: "You threw it to me, after I went to find Bai Jiexian once and you got angry."

"Who is angry?" Ruan Mohan smoked a cigarette: "I never get angry."

"At least I was never angry before."

Jian Shuo dragged out an "Oh".

"And this cigarette butt." Jian Shuo: "You finished smoking in the underground parking lot and threw it in my hand, asking me to throw it for you."

"Then why didn't you throw it away?"

"Throw it away." Jian Shuo smiled lazily, "Throw it into my little box."

"You still have a special small box?" Ruan Mohan lightly exhaled a puff of smoke.

Jian Shuo nodded: "Pretend the pile you gave me..." She smiled slyly: "Trash."

"The last time I went to collect my luggage at that friend's house, I brought them back together."

Ruan Mohan glanced at the bits and pieces on the table: "I see, you love me too much, right?"

"You are reluctant to throw away all the things I throw at you, and collect them all?"

Jian Shuo snorted, "I just like to collect things."

"For the sake of you giving me so many things, I will also give you something."

Finally, Jian Shuo fumbled in her pocket, found a small piece of broken bone, and put it on the table.

"What is this?" Ruan Mohan asked indifferently.

Jian Shuo smiled wickedly and slyly, with a small black mole at the end of her eyes, like a pair of black pupils, extremely dark, under the dim light of the bar, there was a strange and charming purple.

She spoke with the same charming voice: "My...bones."

******

With a cigarette between his fingers, Ruan Mohan picked up the small broken bone and looked at it: "Where did you get the bone?"

Jian Shuo smiled and sat back on a high bar chair beside the table, her high heels swung away with a "boom", and a slender left leg was directly placed on the table.

Ruan Mohan glanced at it, stretched out his slender hand, tore off another tablecloth where no one was sitting, and threw it at Jian Shuo.

Zhunzhun threw it on her thigh, covering the raised part of Yeyan's red dress.

Ruan Mohan glanced again, seeing that Jian Shuo was gone, he heard her pointing to her left ankle and saying, "Here are the bones."

"When I was young, I once fell down a tree and broke a bone. There were broken bones. When I was walking, I would always get stuck, so I had surgery to take them out."

Ruan Mohan played with the small broken bone in his hand: "This is the first time I know about human bones, and it looks like this."

Jian Shuo laughed: "Such a token of love, isn't it romantic?"

Ruan Mohan exhaled the last wisp of smoke, pinched it out, stood up and took Jian Shuo's hand: "Come with me."

Jian Shuo: "Where are you going?"

Looking up, Ruan Mohan took her to the direction of the bathroom of the bar.

******

Ruan Mohan looked indifferent, led Jian Shuo into the bathroom, and locked the door.

Leaning halfway on the washstand, facing Jian Shuo, between her slender fingers, she wrapped around Jian Shuo's thick black curly hair, winding up bit by bit.

All the way around the chin, the fingers moved to the lips with long hair like thoughts.

Caressing Yeyan's soft lips, like feathers, tickling.

Ruan Mohan seldom drinks alcohol, but before Jian Shuo went on stage to sing tonight, he drank some beer with Jian Shuo, his eyes were as indifferent as lakes and mist, and they were a little confused at this moment.

Staring at his fingers, stroking Jian Shuo's lips.

The faint fragrance of fir on the body is overwhelming in the narrow air of the bathroom.

The blurred eyes and gentle movements made Jian Shuo's breathing mess up for a moment.

Not wanting to admit defeat, he grabbed Ruan Mohan's hand firmly.

"Do you know?" She lowered her head and took a bite: "The first time I met you in the bar, I grabbed your hand."

"But, before that, I didn't want to touch anyone at all."

"Tell me, isn't it weird?"

Ruan Mohan looked at his slender fingertips with blurred eyes, which were as white as jade, which complemented Jane's lips, which were in full bloom like roses in summer night.

Flicking the tip of her tongue with her fingertips, she asked Jian Shuo, "You only have this strength?"

Jian Shuo bit Ruan Mohan's finger and snorted dissatisfied.

Ruan Mohan felt that it was not enough, not enough.

The other hand becomes a butterfly.

Pianfei is agile, teasing the stream.

"Hey..." Jian Shuo frowned beautifully, like a beast that would not admit defeat, and started to attack Ruan Mohan.

Knees against Ruan Mohan's knees, making her sit firmly on the washstand.

The hem of the long skirt floated up, caressing Jian Shuo's thigh.

Ruan Mohan leaned his head on Jian Shuo's shoulder, unable to see the expression on her face clearly.

In fact, she was a little hypoxic at this time.

The bathroom space is too small, and in the hot summer night, the body temperature of the two of them keeps rising, with a faint body fragrance, making the air as thin as a plateau.

Ruan Mohan felt that his normally cold and white cheeks were slightly hot now.

Another description of dizziness is dizziness.Her mind was almost blank, and she only vaguely heard the female singer in the bar start singing another song.

Or the cold female singer Ruan Mohan always listens to:

"I love you,

I love you to the end,

For the first time in my life, I let go of my reserve,

Let yourself fantasize about me and you. (Note 2)"

Ruan Mohan frowned coldly like Jian Shuo.

"You just... have this little strength?"

Jian Shuo was ruthless, the synchronous force between the teeth was his own, Ruan Mohan felt a tingling pain in his fingertips.

Until the two let go of each other, Jian Shuo supported the washstand with one hand and Ruan Mohan's shoulder with the other.

Ruan Mohan glanced at her finger spit out by Jian Shuo, bleeding slightly, which satisfied her.

Jian Shuo shook Ruan Mohan's hand: "Are you going to go on like this forever?"

For Ruan Qiu's past, use pain to remind and punish myself.

"It makes me feel at ease and makes me happy." Ruan Mohan asked Jian Shuo, "Can't you?"

"Okay." Jian Shuo lowered her head and kissed Ruan Mohan's hand: "I'll accompany you whatever you want."

Get drunk together, sink together.

Let's soar through heaven together, and roam through hell together.

Ruan Mohan said lightly: "But this time, there is another reason."

She reached out and took out Jian Shuo's small bone fragments from the pocket of her white skirt, blood from her fingertips stained them.

He put the bone fragments back into his pocket, and pinched Jian Shuo's chin.

Sitting on the washstand, she was slightly taller than Jian Shuo who was leaning over and standing lazily.

The indifferent eyes looked at Jian Shuo, like a mist of indifference to everything, except Jian Shuo's figure reflected in her pupils, igniting all the madness hidden behind the indifference.

It was something in Ruan Mohan's blood.

Just like her blood stained Jian Shuo's bones.

They are the same kind of flesh and blood.

She squeezed Jian Shuo's chin, looked deeply into Jian Shuo's pupils: "Tell me, whose are you?"

"Forever... belongs to you alone." Jian Shuo's dark pupils turned to Ruan Mohan: "Master."

******

After returning to Beicheng from Yunnan, Ruan Mohan visited Yang Haining once, and reported to her the progress of the new client and the latest situation of Listening.

Yang Haining lay on the hospital bed, turned his head, and looked at a cloud outside the window.

Ruan Mohan followed Yang Haining's line of sight.

"Miss Ruan, there is no such cloud in Yangzhou." Yang Haining said softly.

After the operation, she escaped the danger of her life, but after all, she is so old, it is difficult to recover, and she looks weak.

Yang Haining used to be thin, but lying on the hospital bed now, she looked more like a thin piece of paper. If it wasn't for the quilt, it seemed that a gust of wind could blow her away.

"The clouds in Yangzhou are always very light, floating around, revealing gentleness."

"It's not like the clouds in Beicheng. When the sky is high, even the clouds look bright and broad. It's not the clouds in my memory."

Yang Haining looked at Ruan Mohan and smiled: "I want to go back to Yangzhou."

"What about listening?" Ruan Mohan asked: "Jian Shuo still has a long way to go before becoming a qualified president."

"She needs you."

Yang Haining shook his head: "What she needs is not me."

"It's you."

"Miss Ruan, I am very relieved to entrust Lingyin to you." Yang Haining said, "Just like entrusting Ah Shuo to you, I am also very relieved."

"No matter how big things happen, you won't give up on Ah Shuo, right?"

Ruan Mohan said indifferently: "What big things can there be? Clouds rise to rain, dew turns to frost, it's just a game of time and space."

"I... will never give up on Jian Shuo."

******

Saturday.

"Why did you bring things home for the old lady?" Jian Shuo muttered and complained all the way.

Ruan Mohan glanced at her, but she didn't speak again.

Kicking the pebbles in the garden of Jian Zhai all the way, followed Ruan Mohan to the Jian Zhai.

Complaints belong to complaints, and people still follow obediently.

Ruan Mohan pulled Jian Shuo's curly hair dangling in front of her eyes, like pulling a cat's tail.

"What are you doing?" Jian Shuo yelled.

Ruan Mohan replied lightly: "It's okay." He knocked on the door of Jian's house.

Soon a servant came to answer the door: "Miss, Miss Ruan."

Ruan Mohan told the reason for his visit: "I'm here to fetch something for Mrs. Yang."

Yang Haining has made up his mind to go back to Yangzhou, and will leave when his body recovers stronger.She didn't want to take away almost everything in Jian's house.

She didn't even intend to go back to Jian's house by herself, but just asked Ruan Mohan to come pick up some of her belongings.

Regarding the long life memory of Beicheng, she seems to plan to seal it up in the depths of time together with Jian Zhai.

The servant let Ruan Mohan and Jian Shuo in.

Jian Ming left.Bai Jingxian left.Yang Haining left.Jian Shuo also left.It was very quiet in the old house.

Ruan Mohan looked around,

The creaking old wooden floor, the old piano with a little yellow key, and the antique wooden furniture covered with curtains, but everything was still as she remembered it.

"I'm going to pack things for Mrs. Yang." Ruan Mohan asked Jian Shuo, "Do you want to go together?"

"I don't." Jian Shuo pouted in disgust.

She ran out of the garden, and Ruan Mohan walked into Yang Haining's bedroom alone.

A few thin old cheongsams, loaded with time.A few old photos of Pingtan, singing softly.

It fits in a small suitcase.

When Ruan Mohan buckled the exquisite little silver lock, he thought: There are really not many things that a person needs to carry with him for a lifetime.

There are not many people who need to be protected.

She walked out of Jian's house with a small suitcase, and glanced around the garden, but did not see Jian Shuo.

Jian Shuo is wearing a lemon yellow fluffy dress today, it should have been extra eye-catching.

At this time, a coquettish chuckle, like the crisp sound of wind chimes, and like the singing of an elf, came from above Ruan Mohan's head.

Ruan Mohan raised his head against the sun.

But there was no face that was so bewitching and charming as imagined, smiling at her among the tree canopies covering the sky and the sun.

There is nothing but swaying leaves, splash, splash, bright sunlight, rustling, rustling.

I don't know if it was the wind shaking the leaves, or someone jumped from the tree just now.

As Ruan Mohan raised her head, a magnolia flower petal fell on her shoulder.

Ruan Mohan thought about it.

She turned around, walked into Jian's house again, put down her suitcase, and walked up the stairs, turning into a quick run.

She caught Jian Shuo on the platform on the second floor: "It's you."

Jian Shuo smiled lazily and slyly: "Okay, I was the one hiding in the tree just now. I saw that the window on the second floor was open, so I wanted to play hide-and-seek with you."

"Why such a big reaction?"

"No." Ruan Mohan stepped forward and grabbed Jian Shuo's wrist: "18 years ago, the first time I came to Jian's house, the person who dropped the petals on my shoulder was you."

Jian Shuo was taken aback.

Ruan Mohan remembered.

Memories of the past are triggered by small details of the present, such as the butterfly effect caused by the flapping of the wings of a butterfly, surging in the mind.

When they first came to Jian's house 18 years ago, Ruan Mohan and his sister met Yang Haining, Jian Ke, and Jian Ming who she thought was the only grandchild of the Jian family.

She thought this was the entire Jane family.

When I took my sister out of the simple house, the sun was just like today, shining brightly in midsummer.

With Ruan Mohan's sensitive ears, he heard the rustling of the leaves in the wind.

There was also an extremely strange, elf-like chuckle.

Ruan Mohan raised his head against the sun, and the shade of the trees was just like today, empty and empty.

You can't stare at the sun for too long.

A magnolia petal falling from the top of the tree landed on Ruan Mohan's shoulder, she lowered her head not to look.

She thought that she had heard wrongly at that faint chuckle.

At that time, she felt very strange: with such sensitive ears as her own, sometimes she misheard?

Thinking about it now, just as the petals were not blown by the wind today, it was not the petals blown by the wind back then.

It was Jian Shuo who quietly jumped from the tree to the second floor of Jian Zhai, knocking off the withered petals with his ankle.

It fluttered with the wind and landed on Ruan Mohan's shoulder.

Jian Shuo was eight years old that year.

"It's you!" Jian Shuo also remembered.

I don't know if this is a benefit or a disadvantage of inattention, but the things in front of me are quickly forgotten, but Jian Shuo can remember things that happened many years ago.

"It was you who broke my ankle!"