Falling back to gl

It takes no time to take a shower, and it can be done in about 10 minutes.

That night, Ji Cen'an stayed in the bathroom for more than half an hour. It was the first time he came here, and he hadn't figured out the layout of the house. Rinse off with soothing warm water.

The late summer night in the southern city is dry, and the whole bathroom is filled with lingering annoyance. All reason is suppressed by invisible thoughts and buried in the thick darkness.

There is no light in this place, and the weak light leaks in from the outside room in the opposite direction. It is hazy and soft, and spreads weakly on the smooth floor, and extends further forward, illuminating the curtained windows, which are in harmony with the outside world. The street lamps complement each other, and through the not-so-thick fabric, they gradually blend together until they cannot be separated.

Hancheng Road in the early hours of the morning is quiet, Changyuan Street is empty, and there are no passing vehicles, only the aviation obstruction lights on tall buildings in the distance flickering, alternately on and off.

The red light is particularly prominent in the dark, but it complements each other.The boundless black sinking can completely swallow this dazzling existence, and the flickering red has not illuminated any place, so it will not soon completely sink into this dense trap with no way out.

Ji Cen'an stood under the shower, enduring the patter of water, letting the warmth hit his shoulders, dripping down his smooth and white back, wet his narrow waist, and splashed down quickly.She was barefoot, raised her head, and supported the wall beside her with her hands.

The wall is also cold, and as soon as it touches it, there is a hard feeling of ice.

Contrary to the comfort of the water temperature, it makes people uncomfortable.

The hair was drenched in water, and the hair was softly stuck to the neck, sticking to the skin one by one, and the straight ends were also downward, mixed with the water of the separate lanes, and outlined the beautiful body along the high and low arcs. shape curve.

Thin collarbone, flat belly, and a secret hidden under the black hair.

Ji Cen raised his head and looked at the ceiling, his vision was blurred.

A narrow slit was left at the window, and occasionally the wind would blow in and lift a corner of the curtain, allowing the haze outside to overflow.

Almost finished washing, the shower was turned off, and the flowing water stopped.

Ji Cen'an was still leaning against the wall, and the hand that had applied the medicine had not been wet from the beginning to the end, and was pressed against her head.

This bath took a long time, and it was more delicate than taking medicine.

They didn't cross the distance, didn't cross that line, and they only did one thing from beginning to end.

Nanjia brought people in, and all the parts that Shao Yubai touched, no matter through the clothes or whatever, had to be cleaned.

And the formal suit, jacket, pants, shirt inside... including other clothes, all stripped off and thrown aside, just throwing it on the ground in disgust.

You can't ask for all of them.

Things that have been contaminated by others have other people's taste, Nanjia can't accept it.

Whether it's Zhou Chong or Shao Yubai, or whoever is in Ji Cen'an's life.

Nanjia wrapped her arms around the back of Ji Cen'an's neck, just like what Shao Yubai did to her today, put her palm on the back of her head, ran her fingers through Ji Cen'an's wet hair, leaned in front of her, and told her unquestionably: "These things on the ground ...Let Zhao Qihong throw it out tomorrow, it can't be put here."

Ji Cen'an opened his mouth to answer.

But in the next moment, the opportunity to speak was taken away, and he didn't even say a word.

Nanjia is not asking for her opinion, it doesn't matter whether she says it or not.

There was nothing left on Ji Cen'an's body, and the suit he borrowed, together with his belongings, were all discarded.After one wash, she was left with the smell of ointment and nothing else.

When they turned back to the room, Ji Cen'an stayed here.Turning to the bed, Ji Cen'an looked at Nanjia.

Nanjia sat on her lap, looked down condescendingly, and said softly, "Ji Cen'an, don't keep looking at me."

Only now was Ji Cen'an able to regain his freedom, and pulled the cover from La Nanjiameng in front of his eyes, saying: "Go down."

Nanjia didn't listen, bent down and touched her again, nose to nose, breath fell to her upper lip, back, then chin, throat.Close to her ear, Nanjia was a little tired of her nagging, and was in a bad mood all night. At this time, she was even impatient to listen to her reasoning, and imitated what she had done to herself, and whispered: "Don't talk..."

"Nanja."

Calling the other party's name, Ji Cen'an didn't want to go on like this.

Nanjia responded, "Yes."

"Okay," Ji Cen'an whispered, paused, his tone was blunt, half commanding, "Go down."

Like back when the two were still alive, Ji Cen'an was the one who took the initiative.She used to talk to Nanjia like this, but it was not like this at the beginning. Most of them came in the opposite direction, such as asking Nanjia to accompany her to eat, asking Nanjia to do something for her, or even ordering Nanjia to be in the prescribed time. Time to come out and meet her.

These days when we met, Ji Cen'an has always shown others with a different attitude, never doing this.After all, today is different from the past, now and then, she no longer has the qualifications, and the superior is replaced by Nanjia, her words will not have much effect.

But at this moment, perhaps an old habit that had been baked into his bones broke out, some nerve was touched, Ji Cen'an had a tendency to return to his original nature, and became tough.

Nanjia was startled, grabbed her arms and froze.

It's been too long since I've experienced this, and once again, I still can't control my own reaction.

The too familiar old past suddenly returned to that era.

Those chaotic and complicated memories flooded into my heart, and suddenly came out.They have had many contacts, and apart from a few times, Ji Cen'an contributed to this without exception. a prohibition.

"It's late," Ji Cen'an said, his tone was more subdued than before, "don't be like this."

Nanjia blinked, as if she couldn't recover and was still immersed in it.

Everything in the bathroom was enough, Ji Cen'an pulled her again: "Butler Zhao is still here..."

Nanjia didn't let go, but still put his arms around her shoulders.

"Sleeping." Ji Cen'an said, barely controlling the frequency of exhalation between his lips and teeth, trying not to let his emotions fluctuate too much.

Nanjia leaned close to her face, his eyes remained unchanged, he remained silent for almost half a minute, and suddenly his expression turned back.

"Be quiet..." Nanjia said, touched her earlobe, and flicked behind her ear, "Shut up."

From another perspective, Nanjia is even worse than Ji Cen'an back then.Ji Cen'an's "calmness" was finally overwhelmed by irritability, and when the sweltering waves beat, this restraint turned into nothingness.

In the house where he couldn't see his fingers, Nanjia hugged Ji Cen'an, then approached by feeling, continued to cover Ji Cen'an's eyes, and swallowed the noise.

Ji Cen'an propped himself up on the bed, nearly falling to one side, but was pulled up again forcefully.

The stars and the moon hide in the clouds, and the city becomes quiet.

The street on Hancheng Road was quiet in the middle of the night, and no vehicles appeared until four or five o'clock.

This area is very expensive, with few residents and few buildings. It is empty and quiet everywhere, and the continuous trees reveal the unique silence of summer night. What is happening in the small villa is integrated into the long In the middle of the night.

On the west side of the city, the Shao family's old house is far away from Hancheng Road.

It's this time, and the Shao's house is still brightly lit.

The whole family who came back from the party were all exhausted. The old man of the Shao family had already fallen asleep, only Shao Yubai was still in the study, not feeling sleepy in the middle of the night, he was just leaning back on his chair, doing nothing, looking Sitting or sitting or lying down.

Some people in the family were still awake, so the servants of the Shao family stayed up all night with them, while Hou cooked hangover soup outside, and came in later with a bowl.

"Miss." The male servant entered the door, walked to the table, and called softly.

Shao Yubai sat there without moving for a long time, like a statue.When she heard the movement, she came back to her senses and looked at the male servant.

"The hangover soup that Madam ordered is just served, please drink some." The male servant said respectfully, and handed over the soup with both hands.

Shao Yubai was not in the mood to drink, so he brushed it away suddenly, not accepting the kindness, and said coldly: "Take it out, pour it out."

Usually, Shao Yubai would not refuse, at least for her mother's concern, she would accept it all.This time is exceptional, unusual.

The male helper hesitated, not understanding why she was acting strange tonight, but he still persuaded without winking: "Madam said you drank a lot of wine, so you asked us to cook it specially, you still..."

"Can't understand the meaning, or can't understand people's words?" Shao Yubai squinted at him, with a poisonous mouth, "There is something wrong with your ears, can't you hear what I said?"

When they are outside, they have two attitudes. They no longer treat people warmly, but are impatient. They lose that layer of gentle and elegant camouflage and become a bit mean.

Fortunately, the male helper is not surprised. After working in the Shao family for 40 to [-] years, he has known Shao Yubai's nature for a long time, so he is not surprised by this. It can be seen that Miss Shao has been pissed off by someone, and she is suffocating. So stab anyone you see.

After struggling with embarrassment, the male helper went back the same way. Before walking, he bent slightly and said with a good temper: "Then put this on the table outside for you. If you want to drink, call us."

He dared not disobey, nor did he dare to disobey Shao Ma's instructions.

At present, Shao's parents are still in charge of this family. After all, Shao Yubai is just a child. In the eyes of Shao's mother and the others, Shao Yubai is still a child.The hangover soup must not be poured, at least it cannot be poured by the helper, otherwise the real employer will ask tomorrow morning, and it will not be able to pay the job by then.

The male servant withdrew, trying not to anger Shao Yubai again.

Shao Yubai ignored the other party, and when he was alone again, he looked sideways at the pile of objects on the table and the mobile phone placed above the documents.

The screen of the phone is on, and stays on the interface of the call record.

The first call record in the interface is red, a missed call.Pei Shaoyang called himself, but he didn't answer here.

Shao Yubai pondered, recalling what happened tonight, and thinking about someone.

She squeezed a photo in her hand, the kind that was bigger than a one-inch photo.

It was an old photo, taken many years ago, of two little girls.

In the photo, a short girl with an unhappy expression and pouty mouth, about five or six years old, is timidly hugging the waist of another girl with a ponytail, frowning and hiding back, unwilling to be photographed.

His clearly slender knuckles curled up, holding the photo tightly.

Shao Yubai's face was expressionless, unable to smile, unlike when he was facing Ji Cen'an.

Returning to his senses, he held up the old photo and looked at it. Shao Yubai touched the photo lightly with his fingers, and touched the little girl's face, raising his brows slightly, as if he had finally made up his mind.