The noisy sound of raindrops and the interlaced laughter from the daily food store slammed on the eardrums violently, and the drunk man wailed and ran into the rain, but Yan Qiwei felt that the surroundings were extremely quiet, only Liang Xiao's low and soft voice came through with incomparable clarity.
The coat on top of her head exuded a faint residual heat, and the refreshing soap fragrance enveloped her, and even the surrounding air was smudged with a slightly sweet smell.
She lost her words for a moment, looked up at him, and couldn't help but burst into tears.
"Miss Yan." He smiled and moved closer to her. After realizing that verbal comfort could not work for a crying woman, Liang Xiao paused for a moment and stretched out her hand, clumsily wiped away the tears that kept falling, "I'm sorry, sorry."
After so many years, he is still so stupid and lacking in vocabulary, he can't even comfort a girl well, he looks like an old antique who firmly adheres to the tenet of "gender and acceptability between men and women".
The young man's knuckles are rough, and he has some calluses large and small, and he can even catch a glimpse of burn marks and a few faint old scars.
This is the first time that Yan Qiwei has been touched by Liang Xiao for the first time since they met for the first time. When he approached, he brought a warm breeze, and the warmth of his fingertips fell on her cheek.
Under the influence of alcohol, Yan Qiwei raised her hand and gently grasped his wrist, moving it down a bit.
The young man was subconsciously stunned for a moment, and all she could see was the ferocious red and swollen wound, and she frowned slightly and blew at it very carefully, like a wisp of fresh wind, a handful of morning dew, gently brushing over the pain.
"Does it hurt?"
Her thinking was blurry, and the only thing she knew was that Liang Xiao was injured and looked very serious.
She wanted to protect him so much.
After I finished asking, I realized with hindsight that this action was really too ambiguous.
Heat flowed from the top of her head to her ears, and her face must have been flushed with shame by her actions.
Yan Qiwei raised her eyes guiltily, and fell into his beautiful but gloomy pupils as expected. The lights went out, illuminating the dark pool, reflecting the blurry shadow of the person in front of him.
and many more.
An extremely frightening thought came to her mind at that moment - she put on light makeup when she went out today, and now her face was rained and soaked with tears...
Ken! Certainly! Complete! paste! !
The ambiguous atmosphere was defeated in one fell swoop. After realizing this extremely serious problem, those unnecessary grievances, drunkenness and touching were all left behind. Women's instinctive desire to survive forced Yan Qiwei to take a step back stiffly, pretending to be calm. He lowered his head and said, "I'll just do it myself, thank you."
After she finished speaking, she turned her back and took out the mirror to tidy up her instrument. Fortunately, the quality of the cosmetics was good, only the end of her eyes fainted a little dark gray.
It was so hard to enjoy Liang Xiao's tear-wiping service, but I didn't expect it to end in this way. Yan Qiwei regrets it too much. The heroines who cry like thieves and thieves in TV dramas are indeed deceitful. The real situation will always only be a mess of cosmetics, turning romance movies into horror movies.
Fortunately, she stopped the loss in time, really clever.
She had been drenched in the rain, and she had just cried a lot, so she had long lost the thought of continuing to eat. Seeing her retreat, Liang Xiao sighed softly, "Miss Yan, I'll take you home."
So Yan Qiwei followed him and got into the car dizzy.
Sake has a lot of stamina. She has a small amount of alcohol. Fortunately, the wine is not too bad. Even if she is drunk, she will not do anything out of the ordinary. She just sits softly in the back seat of the car. There are so many thoughts in the chaotic brain, as if shaking his head, those bizarre thoughts can be melted into a pot of paste.
From the driver's seat, Liang Xiao's voice seemed to come from far away: "Miss Yan, in the future, when you go out to dinner with strangers, try not to drink any more."
She was stunned for a long time before smiling inexplicably: "You are not a stranger."
The young man subconsciously tightened his right hand on the steering wheel. Before Liang Xiao could think carefully about the meaning of her words, a bell rang suddenly, breaking the empty silence in the car.
He glanced at the caller, and it turned out to be Liang Bozhong.
The boy's voice was clear and joyful, with a feeling of laziness after eating and drinking: "Brother, where are you?"
Liang Xiao said lightly, "Send Miss Yan home."
Liang Bozhong: ? ?
"What about your cute and innocent brother, me?"
"I couldn't bear to disturb you to eat, so I didn't call you. I settled the bill very early, you can just take a taxi and go home." He seemed to smile and said leisurely, "This time, it will be regarded as a punishment for not taking good care of the guests. , Miss Yan was almost in danger, this is your dereliction of duty."
Also his own.
"I was kindly reminding me, who would have thought that you would actually come back." Liang Bozhong on the other end of the phone took away his dangling smile and spoke in a very serious tone, "Brother, how are you and the woman outside the room? People really look like her."
After a pause, he asked again: "I was sure that you would not come back, but why did you choose Yan Qiwei between the two of them? She should not be your thing. Just because she also likes Duke Patton? No As for it!"
Liang Xiao did not answer.
After a long while, the topic was lightly ignored: "It's not the same person anymore. Go home and pay attention to safety. I was driving and hung up."
Liang Bozhong's rising heart of gossip was mercilessly cut through the mess, and ended the short call with unwilling wailing.
Liang Xiao turned his attention away from the call, and heard Yan Qiwei muttering from behind, "Liang Xiao, I didn't bring the keys to my house."
She was in a hurry to go out today, and her whole brain was occupied by excitement and joy. It was only then that she remembered that the key was left on the dresser.
Homeless, met with an idiot, and the male god was almost abducted by a rival in love, Yan Qiwei was saddened in her heart, and looked at his back and blinked aggrievedly.
Ah, the rain tonight was as big as the day Yiping went to her father's house to ask for money, and she was as miserable as Yiping who was beaten.
She was really confused, and for the first time, she didn't call him "Mr. Liang" who was polite and polite. Yan Qiwei's voice is clear and soft, showing a bit of laziness and drunkenness under the influence of alcohol, like acting like a spoiled child, making it impossible to refuse.
Liang Xiao sighed: "If you don't mind, you can come to my house for a night's rest first."
Immediately he added: "Miss Yan, staying with a strange man..."
"I know I know!" she interrupted him rather resentfully, "I know you so-so well, because it's you that I'm willing to believe."
Liang Xiao didn't answer, his vision blurred by the rain and fog slowly moved upwards, and landed on the interior rearview mirror calmly.
Even though she was a little confused, Yan Qiwei's fingers were still used to being crossed together, and they were placed neatly on her knees. Some complicated and messy memories flashed through his mind, and he smiled deeply.
"Is it."
Liang Xiao did not live in the Liang family mansion, but bought a house in the city center for the convenience of work.
The expected European minimalist style is all gray, black and white, and all the objects are arranged in an orderly manner, which reminds her of the room where she was a mess.
Hmm... I can't imagine the feeling when Liang Xiao walked into her house, I hope he has forgotten what virtue is in her house.
They didn't bring umbrellas, and it was raining more or less on their bodies. Yan Qiwei was not too drunk, and she was more than half sober when she entered the house. She had an unpleasant smell of alcohol on her body, and her clothes were wet, so she seldom asked him embarrassedly: "That... Mr. Liang, can I take a shower?"
The title changed back to Mr. Liang.
He seemed to have no reason to refuse.
It wasn't until the warm water drenched her face that Yan Qiwei finally recovered from the trance she had just been in, and her vague memories became vivid and clear. It took a while for her to finally realize that she actually followed Liang Xiao home.
Although he took her in, maybe it was no different from adopting a homeless puppy on a rainy day, and it was just a flood of sympathy in desperation, but for Yan Qiwei, it was a completely different matter.
As a senior writer who has read countless articles, she has exhausted thousands of possibilities for the development of the plot in the mist.
If this is an ancient romance novel, maybe she would accidentally fall while taking a bath. Liang Xiao broke into the door in a hurry and witnessed the spring in a room, which opened up an ambiguous emotional entanglement.
If this is Mr. Benba Xiang Tian's pet text, it is very likely that the gun will go off the rails tonight. The parts below the neck of the two that cannot be described are as indescribable as possible. As for whether to sign a secret contract or run with the ball after waking up, it is all to be seen. author's mood.
If this was a suspenseful work, she might have heard a woman's cry for help when she was half asleep, and walked into a secret room full of human specimens and relics of the deceased. The woman said that Liang Xiao was actually a serial kidnapping murderer who killed without blinking an eye. Just as Yan Qiwei was about to run away, she suddenly found him standing behind her.
Bah Bah Bah, this last one is definitely not!
She turned off the water in a state of confusion, and the dense water vapor permeated the entire room, making people feel a little short of breath, and the gradually clear thinking was melted into a ball.
Liang Xiao prepared a new set of men's pajamas for her. He emphasized that "I have never worn them."
Yan Qiwei slowly buttoned up. The clothes that were based on Liang Xiao's size were too big. She shook her long sleeves and felt that she could use this dress to sing on stage.
Don't be nervous, Yan Qiwei, you must be reserved.
She encouraged herself secretly in her heart, but her remaining rationality was quickly overwhelmed by a huge sense of unreality—
I am in Liang Xiao's house! Even in his clothes! The most incredible thing is that not long ago, he actually fought to help her, like a dream that fell from the sky, no, that's just a girl's comic plot!
She silently followed behind him in an invisible corner. Until today, Liang Xiao was finally willing to look back at her.
Although with his character, this dress is likely to be thrown into the trash the next day... But that doesn't matter, now Yan Qiwei is satisfied.
She sniffed the sleeves with a madman mentality, and the refreshing soapy scent that was familiar to Liang Xiao poured into her nose. Yan Qiwei pursed her lips and smiled, and couldn't help but kiss it very quickly.
A little shy and reserved, but more of an uncontrollable excitement and joy in my heart, like a dying flower that finally encounters water and spreads its petals with a swipe.
Really happy.
After she finished laughing, she forcibly walked out of the bathroom with her heart beating wildly. However, Yan Qiwei is a typical case of extreme joy and sadness. Because her trousers were too long and the floor was slippery, she was dizzy due to the warm water vapor. The soles of her feet slipped and she stepped on the trousers and fell down.
Before the muffled sound in the bathroom sounded, Liang Xiao was replying to the explosively growing messages in the family group chat.
Chen Jiayi asked him in the group a long time ago: [How are you getting along with Weiwei? Has Bo Zhong apologized properly? ]
Liang Bozhong, who was abandoned in the Japanese food store, sent a sneering emoji: [Heh, man. See through you. ]
As an old fox, Chen Jiayi can see the tricks in her younger son's reply at a glance, and she keeps swiping the screen with great interest.
[What a good girl Weiwei is, gentle, beautiful and talented, many wives like her. ]
[Liang Xiao, don't you like her books very much? Another day we can talk about romance. I heard that she also plays the piano well, so I have time to learn from it. ]
[She is also related to our family. Who would have thought that she was the one who brought Bo Zhong to justice. ]
Liang Bozhong continued to send a smiling Minion emoji: [Mom, can the word "bringing justice" be changed? Your son, I'm like a heinous villain. ]
After a while, another private message was sent: [Brother, you may not believe it, I ran into that woman when I was about to go home after eating! ! ! ! ! ]
Five exclamation marks are enough to see that the young man is excited.
Liang Xiaohui: [Did she spill something on you, and then said to take you to the clinic to wipe the medicine, or added a WeChat friend on the grounds of "bringing your clothes home for you to wash"? ]
[God, it's the second kind, how do you know? ]
[She pretends to accidentally pour me a glass of boiling water. ]
Liang Xiao casually glanced at the red scald on the back of his hand, and the burning pain was still coming from the wound, which he was already used to.
In my heart, I remembered that the little girl from many years ago was seriously teaching him the so-called pick-up routine, one of which was this.
Unexpectedly, some people actually use it. Obviously, the most likely outcome of this method is to be asked for compensation, a purely legal drama rather than a romance.
[So, that woman is fishing us on purpose? What is she drawing? ] Liang Bozhong came back very quickly this time, and didn't post an emoji, [and she must know that she looks a lot like... ]
Liang Xiao half-closed his eyes tiredly, pressing his left hand on his temple, trying to sort out all the people and things he had met in the past few days.
I don't know since when, he became unable to mention any information about Liang Wei to others, as if there was an invisible force forcing him to keep silent about it.
Unknown dominant power, strangers who look exactly like the dead, and, in so many dim and trivial bits, a bright light with a slightly familiar feeling.
This reminded him of a certain confusion and speculation that had been buried deep in his heart since he was a boy, and maybe he would be able to unravel it himself soon.
Liang Xiao paused for a while, then replied: [Remember to keep your distance from her. ]
Before waiting for the other party to reply, I heard a muffled "dong" from the bathroom. Due to the inconvenience of the relationship between the two, he asked from a distance, "Miss Yan?"
"I am fine!"
Yan Qiwei's voice was flustered and hurried, and then the bathroom door was opened slowly.
She was wearing the set of pajamas he had prepared, and the pure black fabric set off her skin that was as white as warm jade, and she had just taken a bath and was pink as soft as a mist. The neckline of the clothes is obviously a bit large, and it hangs loosely on one side, and the smooth shoulder lines draw a graceful arc, which is softer under the light.
The wet long hair slipped on his neck against his face, and a drop of water hung lazily at the end.
Slap, falling into an invisible corner under the neckline.
Yan Qiwei awkwardly tugged at the cuffs that were tucked into a pile, all the opening rehearsal rehearsed in her mind instantly vanished, and in the end she could only say "thank you".
She really didn't have the life of the heroine. Even if she fell in the bathroom, she would refuse help because she couldn't help herself for such a stupid thing, and solve the problem by herself.
Obviously should try to act like a spoiled child.
Liang Xiao frowned: "Have you been injured?"
Yan Qiwei shook her head: "I don't know."
Her brain was still sluggish, and it took about three seconds before she leaned down and lifted her trouser legs.
The situation was not very good, the skin of the knee was frayed, and a little blood was oozing out.
"I'm sorry." She said seriously, "I got your pants dirty, I'll give you a new pair another day."
He saw that Yan Qiwei's thinking was jumping and she wasn't very awake at this time, so he sighed helplessly: "There is an ointment at home, I'll help you wipe it."
Hearing this, she was naturally flattered and ran to the sofa to sit down.
Liang Xiao knelt on the ground halfway after taking the medicine, staring down at the wound on her knee. He almost never gave medicine to others, and his movements were restrained and cautious.
From her point of view, she could just see the young man's slender eyelashes and high nose bridge, so Yan Qiwei knew that his eyes were always cold and indifferent, and it was difficult to find feelings such as distress, pity, and sympathy.
Don't really think of her as a kitten and puppy picked up and brought home.
"That's right." His eyes stayed on the red mark on the back of the young man's hand, and Yan Qiwei asked lightly and quickly, "How is your hand?"
"I applied the medicine after I came back."
She was extremely curious about the source of the scar, but felt that it would be rude to ask without permission. After hesitating, I heard Liang Xiao's voice again: "That young lady looks like an old friend whom I haven't seen for many years. I went out to find her on a whim and made you wait so long in vain, sorry."
"You, you don't have to be so polite!" Yan Qiwei quickly waved her hand and lowered her voice, "That must be a very important person."
"Well, it's a pity she's not that person." He smiled lightly, and then changed the subject, "This injury was left by accidentally knocking over the tea on the way, you don't have to worry."
Yan Qiwei took a breath.
She didn't expect Liang Xiao to be so frank with herself, no, if you want to trace the source, the plot has gone very wrong from the beginning.
In the original plot of the novel, Liang Xiao loved Liang Wei, who died early, until he died. He never took the initiative to ask a woman out for dinner, let alone bring it home to carefully wipe the wound.
The strangest thing is that he actually gave up the chance to get along with the original heroine, and downplayed his encounter with Xia Meng as "the wrong person".
Did he... be extra nice to her
A fluke idea sprouts wantonly, like a sudden burst of fireworks.
She wanted to ask if he noticed anything, but her tongue was so soft that she couldn't say anything, so she could only sit quietly on the sofa, staring at Liang Xiaoqingjun's brows in a daze.
They didn't speak. In the silent night, the surging drunkenness like a tidal wave spread to all nerves again. Yan Qiwei held her spirits strong and fought with her eyelids up and down. Suddenly, a dull thunder sounded from the sky, making her froze like a frightened cat.
Liang Xiao's movements also paused.
His body is still aching in thunderstorms, stemming from years of post-traumatic stress.
After the accident in which Liang Wei passed away, his symptoms intensified violently. For a long time, he could not control his emotions and pain. When he fell ill, he was either violent and beaten when he saw him, or he was tortured by the endless pain and fainted every time.
Now that the disease is more than half cured, he is gradually getting used to enduring the pain alone, and accepting the fact that no one will be so careful beside him to comfort him.
Not bad for one person.
Liang Xiao didn't want to show the pain in front of Yan Qiwei, she just frowned and paused for a moment. Before the pain all over her body subsided, she continued to apply iodophor as usual.
Suddenly, a soft and warm palm landed on the top of his head, rubbing his still damp hair very lightly.
The light touch flowed from the top of his head through the nerves all over his body, causing him to subconsciously raise his eyelashes.
Yan Qiwei's eyes were clear, and she fainted a little bit of laziness and drunkenness, so she became more and more reckless.
She raised the corner of her mouth and smiled, her voice was a little sleepy: "don't be afraid, I'm here."
When he looked at her again, he had already fallen asleep.
A smile fell into his eyes.
In these long five years, for the first time, Liang Xiao did not feel disgusted by the opposite sex. He gently held her wrist, moved it away from the top of his head, and placed it on Yan Qiwei's thigh.
After falling asleep, she lost a bit of her usual unattainable arrogance, her long eyelashes cast a little quiet shadow, and the corners of her mouth evoked an invisible arc.
She looks very different from Liang Wei, but...
The phone buzzed and vibrated again, Liang Xiao glanced down at the news.
Liang Bozhong seemed to have awakened the attributes of a bastard, sticking to him to tell gossip: [Brother! That woman really took the initiative to chat with me! Could she be a spy of some secret intelligence organization who deliberately approached us after plastic surgery to steal information from the Liang family? ]
Liang Xiao didn't pay much attention to this matter, and replied briefly: [Don't spend too much time on her. ]
Liang Bozhong posted a cute emoji: [Just allow you to spend time on Yan Qiwei. ]
this kid.
His fingertips stopped on the phone screen, and he quickly replied: [Hmm. ]
Liang Bozhong: [… ]
[? ! ? ! ]
[Brother you! I! ah? ? ? What? ]
He never sent a message again, but sent a screenshot of the message record to the family group.
There was thunder on the ground, and the news exploded.
Liang Xiao chose to play dead.
It was still raining outside the window, he put his phone aside and lightly pressed his finger between his eyebrows.
Liang Bozhong is right, the woman who looks very much like Liang Wei has an impure purpose. She took pains to approach him, did she make up her mind that he would be tempted by that face
The answer is that he does seem to pay special attention to her.
It's a pity that an unpredictable variable has appeared now, which makes Liang Xiao not in the mood to take care of other things.
The scene when he met the woman after going downstairs appeared in his mind, she pretended not to care, but her eyes brushed his body intentionally or not.
Liang Xiao was about to leave after confirming that she was not Liang Wei, but the latter stepped forward, knocked over the newly filled teacup in a hurry, and splashed hot boiling water on his hands.
in a very deliberate way.
"I'm sorry! How are you?"
The woman whispered and stepped forward, trying to hold his arm involuntarily, but Liang Xiao stepped back to avoid it: "It's okay, I'll handle it myself."
"I'll take you to a nearby clinic! I know..."
She continued the topic reluctantly, and looked up at the young man.
There was no anger or any other emotion on his face, he just looked at her lightly, his eyes were so cold that there was no temperature at all.
Liang Xiao said solemnly, "Sorry, miss, someone is waiting for me."
She was stunned by the chilling gaze, she swallowed the rest of the words back in her stomach, and after a while, she continued to say, "I'm sorry, then you... let's go."
After a pause, he said softly: "If you explain to that person that you are injured, she will definitely understand, after all, the burn is so serious."
He smiled: "I don't want her to wait too long."
The author has something to say: It's him, it's him, and our master bitch, Xiao Liangxiao!
Continue to 6k tomorrow, red duck!