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Song Wanyue was sure that she was sick, otherwise why would her heart palpitate because of a hug.

She no longer had the ease with which she usually teased him.

Once Duan Baiting takes the initiative, he can always take the lead with ease.

It was not until this moment that Song Wanyue saw the gap between her and Duan Baiting.

His palms were big and he could easily hold her waist.

He spoke in a low voice, his voice was hoarse and magnetic.

He breathed softly against her neck, the warm air making her whole body numb.

Song Wanyue felt as if her hands and feet were tied up by invisible ropes.

His words were incoherent: "Didn't...didn't tell me anything?"

He let out a short low laugh from his throat and moved away from her shoulder.

He traced his fingers along her slender neck: "Do you care?"

Even the drunken flirting was filled with a sense of superiority and coldness.

Song Wanyue didn't understand what he was talking about, so she answered without thinking, "I care."

He looked at her deeply and suddenly smiled.

He let go of her hand, walked to the window and lit a cigarette.

"Do you think you are very smart because you can deceive me every time?"

Duan Baiting's voice seemed quiet in the endless night. He held a cigarette and looked at her with lowered eyes.

Song Wanyue glanced into his eyes, and the last bit of drunkenness disappeared.

He is an extremely rational person, and even if he is drunk, he can quickly sober himself up.

It can give people a sense of security, but it can also make people feel scared.

Song Wanyue felt inexplicably guilty.

It turned out that he never believed a single word of the lies that were said to deceive him.

She is also self-righteous and thinks she has excellent acting skills.

"Then why do you..."

He never reveals the truth.

He smiled and flicked off the ashes of his cigarette: "There is no shortage of people in the world who cover their eyes and pretend to be blind."

While Song Wanyue was savoring the meaning of this sentence, he turned around and stood lazily against the window.

"Song Wanyue, I've been looking for you."

She said this incoherently, her face full of confusion.

"What?"

He stopped talking and just smoked silently.

The faint smell of tobacco had long dissipated and did not affect Song Wanyue at all.

He was far away from her.

No one spoke until the cigarette was finished.

Song Wan thought, it's true that drunk people tend to be emo.

Should she go up and hug him and give him some comfort at this time?

But he looked so cold, she didn't dare.

So the two sides were in a stalemate, one standing by the window and the other sitting cross-legged on the sofa.

She was thinking in her mind how to break the silence.

There was finally a noise in the room, and it was Duan Baiting walking towards her.

She was still dazed, her chin left her knees and she looked up.

Duan Baiting came in front of her, his tall figure dominating her entire sight.

He pressed down on her, his hands moving around aimlessly.

Song Wanyue was teased to the point of being breathless: "Duan Baiting."

He left her chest and looked at her with a pair of cold eyes.

Song Wanyue realized belatedly that he was not conscious at all.

It's just that this person is too cautious and is on guard against everyone.

Even when drunk, he was unwilling to show any weakness.

Song Wanyue reached out and touched his face.

She was wearing a white knitted top underneath, and the buttons on her chest had been violently ripped open by him just now.

Duan Baiting supported himself with one hand at her side and looked down at her.

Even without saying a word, he gave people a sense of oppression that made them afraid to look him in the eye.

Song Wanyue often wondered how miserable his old age would be if he had not married her.

With his restrained and introverted personality, how many people can tolerate him?

She smiled and kissed him on the lips.

"You are drunk, very drunk," she asserted.

He said nothing, his eyes remained calm.

After a moment, he easily tore off the last piece of cloth covering her body.

Song Wanyue climbed onto his shoulders and moved closer to him.

His shoulders are broad, but his waist is strong and narrow.

It is a very sexy inverted triangle figure.

She reaches over to take off his clothes, saying that this is only fair.

But he put his hand on his cold metal belt buckle.

Duan Baiting looked down and watched her unbuttoning it in an unskillful manner.

The tenderness of that night did not last long. Song Wanyue lay in his arms and asked him if he was sober.

Duan Baiting didn't say anything, but held her fingers and stroked them one by one.

When he didn't speak, the distance was even more obvious.

Song Wanyue still likes him when he has a down-to-earth vibe.

Just like usual, she acted coquettishly to make him laugh, and he was helpless, but with a doting look on his face.

She asked again: "Are you sober?"

He let go of her hand: "Not yet."

Song Wanyue found that this man was still quiet after being drunk, not much different from usual.

But it's not completely without difference.

It can be said that every question is answered.

He would answer whatever she asked.

She started out by testing him, and then gradually became more and more demanding.

"What's your favorite food?"

Duan Baiting was sitting on the sofa with scattered clothes at his feet. Song Wanyue didn't even bother to look at the two pieces of her clothes that were torn.

She was wrapped in a blanket and snuggled in his arms.

He looked guiltily at the scratches on his back and shoulders, and the red blood streaks.

It seems that her manicure can no longer be this long.

She thought secretly in her heart.

Duan Baiting was silent for two seconds: "Steamed fish."

Song Wanyue continued to ask: "What are you most afraid of?"

He shook his head.

"There is nothing to be afraid of, but there is always something to hate. What do you hate the most?"

He suddenly lowered his head and said in a clear voice: "Song Wanyue."

Her eyes widened instantly, and she left his arms with a look of disbelief: "You hate me the most?!"

He stared at her with deep eyes.

After dozens of seconds of silence, he suddenly laughed.

Even his smile was restrained, low and hoarse. He leaned on her shoulder and cursed softly, "Idiot."

Song Wanyue reached out and pushed him, "You're not drunk at all, are you? You just want to pretend to be drunk and scold me!"

She was too noisy, and Duan Baiting was given a headache by her noise. Push the person back onto the sofa.

He said in a low and hoarse voice: "Shh, be good."

These words seemed to have magic, and Song Wanyue really did not move.

He just leaned on her shoulder, sleeping soundly with his eyes closed.

-In

addition to its high alcohol content, grain wine also has a strong aftertaste.

Dad slept at home for two days before he recovered. Duan Baiting regained consciousness the next day.

During the day, I played chess with my grandfather in the yard.

Song Wanyue came out of the room, saw him holding the white chess pieces, and admitted defeat.

Grandpa smiled and said, "No matter how we play this game, you will win."

Duan Baiting said modestly, "I'm just not as skilled as you."

Grandpa put the chess pieces back into the chess box and said, "I played chess with your grandfather before, and he couldn't beat me. Now I can't beat you. It seems that the old Duan family is really better than their masters."

Song Wanyue ran all the way down, complaining that Duan Baiting didn't call her when he woke up, causing her to oversleep.

"You kid, are you trying to please my grandpa secretly? Are you trying to steal my favor?"

Grandpa pretended to glare at her, but his eyes were full of love: "You can't be woken up even by thunder when

you are asleep." Song Wanyue acted coquettishly in front of her grandpa: "A good sleep keeps you healthy. If I can be woken up by a little noise one day, it means I'm dying."

Grandpa pouted several times: "You just say unlucky things."

Finally, she was urged by her grandpa to burn three incense sticks in front of the Bodhisattva.

This wooden statue of Bodhisattva was brought back by my grandfather from the temple many years ago.

After lighting the incense, Song Wanyue took Duan Baiting's hand and went out: "I heard before that your family is superstitious, and my family is the same."

She asked him again, "Do you think these are useful?"

He answered perfunctorily: "If you believe in it, it works. If you don't believe in it, it doesn't work."

This was as good as saying nothing.

But Song Wanyue knew in her heart that Duan Baiting would definitely not believe it.

This person is obviously a materialist.

There was nothing to do, so Song Wanyue took him around.

There was a shopping mall near her home, and she told him that she used to learn piano on the fourth floor.

Every day when she passed by her home, the road had not been built yet, so she had to go around through the central garden.

There are many sycamore trees planted in the garden, and the stone path in the middle is often occupied by couples on a date.

There were even a few times when she heard strange noises. As for what they were doing...

Duan Baiting didn't listen carefully and was distracted a few times.

Song Wanyue stretched out her hand and waved it in front of him: "What are you thinking about? Are you starting to imagine that scene in your mind?"

Duan Baiting grabbed her hand and held it in his palm: "I remember there was a stone sculpture. Is it still there?"

"You mean the stone sculpture that looks like a bird and a dog? It's gone. Two years ago, an old lady went to the park to practice Ba Duan Jin before dawn. It was dark and she couldn't see clearly. She mistook the stone sculpture for a monster and had a heart attack. Later, the stone sculpture was moved away after her family complained."

After Song Wanyue finished speaking, she was stunned for a moment, "How do you know there is a stone sculpture there? Have you been there?"

"Yes, I have been."

She asked him curiously, "When?"

He answered casually, "A few years ago."

Song Wanyue didn't expect that there was such a connection between them.

They were so close, yet they didn't see each other.

"If I had met you by chance at that time, I would definitely fall in love with you at first sight."

She looked at him with a smile.

Duan Baiting met her gaze with a faint smile on his face, which seemed sarcastic or self-deprecating.

"No."

He looked at her, "You won't."

-It

snowed in Shanghai for those two days, and Song Wanyue didn't like to go out because it was cold.

My mother and father went to my uncle's house early in the morning, and my grandparents were also taken there.

Only Song Wanyue and Duan Baiting were left at home.

The latter dressed neatly and also wanted to go out.

Song Wanyue rubbed her eyes on the bed and asked him, "Where are you going?"

He tied his tie in front of the mirror and said, "There was a problem with a project a few days ago. It happens to be in Shanghai, so I'll go over to take a look."

She was still half asleep, and her voice was vague, "When will you be back?"

Duan Baiting raised his wrist to look at the watch and knew that no one was at home today.

He received a call half an hour ago saying that her parents would not be back until tomorrow.

So she was the only one at home.

"Before eight o'clock."

According to the normal process, it would have to be after ten o'clock at the earliest, but he still compressed the time to the extreme.

I know she would be scared being home alone.

Song Wanyue stretched out her hand to him: "Goodbye kiss."

Duan Baiting smiled and came over to leave a kiss on her cheek.

She pointed to her lips in dissatisfaction: "Here."

He teased her deliberately: "Isn't it a goodbye kiss?"

She said angrily: "Does what I say count? If I say I want to keep two more lovers, will you listen to me?"

A low laugh came out of his throat, and he pinched her chin and kissed her.

That very faint sandalwood scent was still on him.

After a brief kiss, Duan Baiting left.

Song Wanyue curled back into the quilt contentedly and went back to sleep.

She slept for a long time until the phone rang and woke her up.

It was a call from the school security office, saying that they saw a person lying in the playground during night patrol and thought there had been a murder.

As soon as I walked over, I smelled the overwhelming smell of alcohol.

"He must be drunk. I saw your number was the first one saved in his phone number, so I thought you must be his relative."

Song Wanyue was completely awake from her sleepiness, apologized to the other party repeatedly, and asked for his address.

After hearing the place name, I was stunned.

It was the high school they attended before.

Song Wanyue washed up very quickly, changed her clothes and went out.

In this weather, late at night, he was not afraid of freezing to death even if he lay outside.

Song Wanyue frowned all the way.

When she arrived at the destination and saw the man lying on the sofa in the security room, she became even more furious.

He raised his foot and kicked her leg: "Zhou Wenyang!"

The man moved, drunkenly propped himself up on the sofa with his arms, and struggled to sit up.

He didn't know how much he drank, and his mind became a little unclear.

After seeing her, he smiled and said, "When will you change your bully habit?"

The security guard was worried that he would get cold outside, so he helped him in.

At this moment, the meeting person came and poured a cup of hot water and handed it to her: "Your boyfriend drank a lot. Remember to make him a bowl of sobering soup when you go back later."

Song Wanyue immediately retorted: "He is not my boyfriend. I am married."

The security guard was a little embarrassed after hearing this, and changed the words: "Then remember to make a bowl of sobering soup for your brother, otherwise you will have a headache tomorrow."

Song Wanyue thanked him.

She asked Zhou Wenyang again: "Can you still walk?"

The man nodded: "I'll take a break."

Song Wanyue rolled her eyes, paused helplessly, and handed him the glass of water; "Drink it."

He looked at the water handed to him, was silent for a moment, and shook his head.

Song Wanyue said, "You'll feel a little better after drinking some water."

He still insisted, "I'm not thirsty."

Once this man gets stubborn, no one's words can help.

Song Wanyue couldn't do anything about him and could only apologize to the security guard. She might have to disturb him for a few more minutes.

The security guard waved his hand: "It's okay. You were students of this high school before, right?"

Song Wanyue nodded: "We are students from the 18th class."

The security guard smiled and said, "18th class, that means we haven't graduated for long. I was wondering why you looked familiar."

Zhou Wenyang was almost sober. Although he still walked unsteadily, at least he could walk by himself.

Song Wanyue was afraid that he would fall, so she followed behind and watched him.

After leaving the security room, he looked at the teaching building behind him and fell into deep thought.

Winter vacation had already begun, and the school was empty except for the security guards who patrolled daily.

Those buildings were like huge cages, empty and dark.

Very quiet.

Song Wanyue reached out and tugged at his sleeve: "Let's go, I'll take you home."

Zhou Wenyang shook his head slightly: "I want to take another look around."

Song Wanyue didn't understand how this shabby school could get any better.

As the top school in the city, this place can be said to be the nightmare of all students.

Continuous high pressure and uninterrupted involution.

Even the ten minutes of break after class were used to sort out wrong questions.

But seeing his current state, Song Wanyue was worried about leaving him alone.

I could only follow her, and she didn't forget to complain: "Can't you turn around during the day? Why do you have to do it at night?"

She is always harsh in her words, spoiled and willful, and has been like this since she was a child.

But his heart is softer than anyone else's.

Zhou Wenyang sat down on the steps with the basketball court in front of him.

Through the night mist, he seemed to experience Song Wanyue's perspective firsthand.

He has always been curious about how she sees him.

But he thought about it for a long time and still couldn't figure it out.

So I asked while I was drunk.

She supported her face with one hand, as if thinking: "It's a worry to me."

It's a worry to me.

This is how she sees herself.

Zhou Wenyang smiled: "Really?"

Song Wanyue looked up at the sky: "I remember the day my aunt passed away, it was also such good weather, and you could see many stars outside. You refused to go in, so I was staying inside with my aunt. My aunt asked me to take care of you, saying that you were stubborn and loved to make trouble. She let me stay with you, at least so that you wouldn't be too lonely."

She knew why he was drunk.

On the day of family reunion, the warmth of thousands of lights is everywhere.

He was alone, and all his family was gone.

"Zhou Wenyang, you are not alone. I am your family, my parents are also your family, and my home is your home."

She has always been frank, and even though she has a spoiled personality, she has a sincere and warm heart.

I am easily soft-hearted, have a clear distinction between love and hate, and always spare no effort in treating the people I like.

Whether it is friendship or love between men and women.

Sometimes I wonder how there can be such a pampered person in the world.

If you get hit by a stone while walking on the road, you will feel aggrieved for a long time.

Zhou Wenyang was a hot-tempered person, but he also slowly calmed down, in order to wait for her and to coax her.

And learn to be patient.

He has been making changes to become her "family".

But later she discovered that his understanding of family was different from her understanding of family.

In the first year after I joined the army, I suddenly received an invitation from her saying that she was getting married.

He couldn't explain how he felt at the time, he just felt that the world he had been working hard to build seemed to suddenly collapse.

He really likes her, very much.

I like her so much that I have been restraining myself from contacting her and ignoring all the messages she sends.

She had a clear conscience in the relationship, but he was different.

-When

Duan Baiting called, Song Wanyue had just warned Zhou Wenyang that she would only stay with him in this hellhole for ten minutes at most.

After seeing the caller's contact, her anger turned into laughter and she happily answered the phone.

His voice couldn't help but become choked up: "Hello, Xiao Tingting~"

Duan Baiting didn't see her when he got home, so he asked her where she had been.

She glanced at Zhou Wenyang who was silent, tilted her head and covered her mouth, and whispered: "Zhou Wenyang is drunk and outside alone. I'm here with him. I'll go back after I send him home."

Duan Baiting's hand that was pulling off his tie paused.

He loosened his grip and reached for his lighter and cigarette.

He asked her in a low voice, "Well, do you need me to pick you up?"

"No, I drove myself." She replied in a low voice like a thief. After a moment, she suddenly shouted, "Zhou Wenyang, you vomited on my leg!"

The phone was hung up in a panic, and only the busy tone remained in her ears.

Duan Baiting did not take his hand back for a long time.

Still maintaining the posture of talking on the phone.

I don't know how much time passed before he put down his phone and sat on the sofa.

The shoulders that were always upright in the past now slumped for no reason.

He bent over and lit a cigarette with trembling hands.

He was actually not that petty. She was just worried about her friend getting drunk, so she went over to pick him up.

This is normal.

And he never stopped her from getting too close to any friends of the opposite sex.

Including her male colleague in the company.

Hunters are always able to keenly sense whether there is any dangerous intrusion into their territory.

Those had posed no threat to him in the past.

Not everyone can catch his eye and make him wary.

But this person is different.

Duan Baiting exhaled a puff of gray-white smoke, leaned against the back of the sofa, and fixed his eyes on the chandelier above his head.

It is shaped like a whirlpool and has a hypnotic effect.

He seemed to be really hypnotized and didn't move at all.

Through the layer of smoke, the vision became dim.

He is very patient and good at hiding himself.

My grandfather's funeral was in September, the hottest time in the north city.

There is no true love in wealthy families. Over the years, there has been serious internal strife in the Duan family.

He was alone abroad and had no access to news from home. He could only occasionally read some news in newspapers and on the news.

During that period, scandals frequently arose in the family, and a dispute over shares led to a rift between the brothers, who were willing to go to court.

Later it was discovered that some people had taken contraband substances, and tax evasion, embezzlement and bribery were also implicated.

The eldest son of the Duan family disappeared mysteriously and when he reappeared, he was in a mental hospital.

His young son died suddenly on the street, the cause of death was unknown, but it was said to be a car accident.

Behind the glamour and beauty, there are countless filthies.

When Duan Baiting returned to China, he was still faced with constant discussion.

The old man made a will before he died, and the others got some land, buildings and hotels. All the remaining properties belonged to his eldest grandson, Duan Baiting.

Those people refused to recognize the will, saying it was a forgery, and were busy looking for lawyers.

No one attended the funeral.

Only Duan Baiting rushed back from England overnight after hearing the news of his death.

The young man stood in front of the tomb, dressed in black for mourning, with a white mourning cloth on his arm.

Some people envy it, some people feel pity.

"Those people have been fighting for their entire lives, and in the end a junior got the advantage."

"He's quite miserable too. It seems like he just turned 18 last month. He was abandoned abroad since he was a child, and his parents didn't care about him. Now his grandfather is dead, and the elders in the family are still busy with lawsuits. How can they let a child take care of the funeral?"

"He became the richest man at the age of 18. What's there to be pitiful about?"

"Alas, with that group of evil wolves in his family, he'd better live safely past the age of 18 first."

As the only relative of the deceased who attended the funeral, he was the one who took part in the funeral and burial.

In the crematorium, he took a last look at his grandfather.

Those were the remains of a burned corpse.

After a person dies, the ashes are not just ashes, there are also some bones that have not been burned.

They were all placed in that black urn.

Then he was buried amidst mourning music.

It was drizzling as he burned incense and knelt down to worship.

From beginning to end, he didn't utter a word and didn't shed a tear.

Some people in the crowd called him cold-blooded.

Others were relieved. How many people in the Duan family are not cold-blooded?

Yeah, it's genetic.

He really didn't feel very sad, or maybe he did, but it wasn't enough to make him cry.

After all, the time we spent together was too short.

Duan Baiting's parents have their own families, and he is a burden in everyone's eyes.

He was thrown abroad at the age of three and raised by a housekeeper and a nanny.

The only chance to see my parents is on TV and on the news.

The popular actress and her husband showed their affection and participated in variety shows, which increased her popularity.

Many people expressed envy of the actress for enjoying a second spring in her marriage at the age of 40.

The actress' husband was also given the title of "Twenty-Four Good Man" and "Good Father".

On the financial channel next door, the female president of a newly listed travel company was interviewed and talked about future development.

Duan Baiting sat in front of the TV, not saying a word.

This is the only way for him to know how his parents are doing.

They have their own families and their own futures. After removing this "tumor" of mine, I am now happy and content.

I used to look forward to my birthday many years ago, but later on it gradually faded away and I even stopped celebrating it.

If you ask him about his birthday now, he still has to look at his ID card to confirm it.

Everyone envies him, but what is there for him to envy?

He was able to keep his life and grow up safely abroad because no one cared about him.

How ridiculous! The primary condition for survival is that no one loves him.

In the middle of the funeral, the lawyer called him and wanted to discuss some details about the will.

It was the girl I met on the way there.

She was wearing a black skirt with a white flower pinned on her chest.

Long, fluffy black curly hair and fair skin.

When she smiled, her eyes became beautiful crescent shapes, clear and bright, like the stars in the sky.

She probably has never suffered any hardship, so she is full of kindness towards everything in the world.

She was completely defenseless even against a stranger she had only met once.

They were two completely unrelated people, yet she came over and hugged him without caring about the consequences.

Duan Baiting stopped, with disgust in his cold eyes.

He reached out to push the person away.

But the other party let go first.

"I didn't mean to take advantage of you, I just felt that you were sad,"

she explained to him.

That was the first time I met her, and she said her name was Lucky, which means lucky.

Anyone who is hugged by her will also be lucky.

"I'll share my luck with you, and I'll just keep half of it."

The shade of the tree did not cover her, she just stood in the sun, without any reservation.

Her fair skin seemed to glow as she smiled at him.

She shook her head again and said it was too much, "I will only keep a little bit, a little bit at a time, and the rest will be all for you. You will be very happy in the future. Big brother, don't be sad. Grandma said that people who are always sad will let their luck go. You must treat the luck I gave you well."

It should be her mother looking for her. She responded when she heard the voice. While running, she turned back and waved goodbye to him: "Goodbye, big brother. I hope that the next time I see you, you have met someone who makes you happy."

He watched her go away and felt that her figure was a little dazzling.

He lowered his head again and looked at his wrist. The touch there seems to still be there.

When she hugged him, the soft hem of her skirt scratched his hand. The wound remains to this day.

In his body, in his heart.

Take root and sprout.