There was thunder and lightning outside the window, and Song Qiyue felt like a gust of wind passing through her heart. She didn't know which sentence he said was true or which was false, and why he said it at the moment, even more unclear thoughts, just That heart was beating so violently.
It's his words, still circling constantly, hitting the heart!
It was his hand that was still stroking her, the temperature was so scorching, he kissed her face suddenly, softly touching and gently caressing. It was lingering again, lingering on her lips. She was stunned and couldn't move, his kiss fell and fell on her lips. It was the warm touch, familiar, and missed, but it also awakened her!
Suddenly, she pushed him away and drank, "Do you think I will believe it!"
Song Qiyue scolded, she waved his hand away again, she took more books on the shelf and threw him on him!
"Now, what's the use of what you said! Do you think I would believe it!" She hurriedly, constantly hitting him with books, like this, she could vent all the dissatisfaction in her heart!
Bang-Bang -!
The books kept falling and hit him!
"I won't believe it! I don't believe it!" Song Qiyue pushed him abruptly, she just wanted to leave.
Leaving here, leaving him, leaving those words that will shake her, she will not believe it, absolutely not!
Every time, every time, she always said beautiful words, but again and again did things that made her sad, repeating endlessly, so how could she believe it!
Song Qiyue turned and ran towards the end of the bookshelf corridor, Mo Zhengyan shouted behind him, "July!"
"You go! Don't follow me anymore!" Song Qiyue's steps were anxious and chaotic, more chaotic than when he came!
Those books, when she passed by, were caught by her indiscriminately, and the two of them chased them while weaving through the bookshelves!
There was a mess in front of him, and it was the lightning passing by, blasting the library brightly. Song Qiyue's hand was held tightly by him again, and it was he who caught her again! Her body was also turned around by him. At this moment, her foot stepped on the floor they had walked on. It was the rain that had just fallen from their bodies, soaking the ground tickingly, and the sliding of her foot made her wide open. With eyes closed, he stumbled forward abruptly!
"Be careful--!" Mo Zhengyan immediately hugged her and moved her to his body. His arms were like the strongest protection, protecting her on his chest.
The next moment, the two have fallen heavily to the ground!
Song Qiyue snorted, she hit him, but she also heard the sound of his body hitting the floor heavily.
Everything became more and more chaotic, Mo Zhengyan hurriedly propped himself up and looked down at her, "July, how are you?"
In this corridor, he bent her knees and trapped her under him. She was under him. She saw his eyes focused on worry. She suddenly suffocated and heard him shout, "July."
What to do, what to do, there is no way to escape, there is no way to avoid it.
Song Qiyue only hated herself for not being able to, her hand clenched so weakly, she grabbed the fallen book from the side and smashed him again, "It's you! Mo Zhengyan, it's you! It's all you!"
"It was you who said that you just want to make her regret it! Now you are saying that you have done so much to give me the best! Which phrase do you want me to believe? Which one do you want me to believe? !" Song Qiyue screamed like crazy, she vented completely, venting all the injustices she had suffered during this period of time.
"Do you think I would be happy by doing this? I'm not happy at all! I have never been happy!" She drank out of control, and the surrounding books were not enough for her to smash, and she was thrown away by her, and she grabbed him violently. The collar of his clothes grabbed him as well, "I don't want those at all!"
"Mo Zhengyan, you are so self-righteous, you are so arbitrary!" She cursed, using all the language, but it seemed that it was not enough, not enough!
"I am not good!" He whispered, he hugged her, and the two fell to the floor, "I am not good!"
"Will I apologize to you?" He muttered, "It makes you so sad, and still treats you like that, and apologizes to you, it's all my fault."
"I'm not good, I'm not good."
The anger was disintegrated like smoke in his words over and over again, and the suffocation seemed to dissipate in the roar. It was his words that were repeated again and again, defeating her defenses, and she was about to disarm and surrender. , Put down all the resistance.
"July." He called her, raised his head to look at her, his fingers traced her outline carefully, and he lowered his head again. It was his fingertips, which used to stroke her when he waved it. On his face, it was a scene that he could not regard as never happened in his life, and would always be imprinted there.
"I'm sorry," he said, kissing slowly with his lips like worship, "I'm not good."
It was his hand that was holding her, but the body temperature was getting hotter and hotter, Song Qiyue felt it, maybe it was just a flurry of running away and roaring, or maybe he was so close to her at the moment, it was he who touched it lightly. At the time, the nerves in the face were immediately stimulated, and all the pores were plucked.
"July, I'm sorry, I can't help it anymore." At this moment, he said an apology, but didn't mean to stop at all.
With his big hand raised, the curtains were abruptly torn down by him and scattered on the ground.
The world was all turned upside down in the rainy night, and the air was boiling. The entire library seemed to be swaying and collapsing. The sudden sudden change made her raise her head. Song Qiyue saw it, above this shelf of bookshelves. , That row of books is exactly Garcia’s famous book "CienAnosDeSoledad", the totem on the writing is like that ancient family.
CienAnosDeSoledad, a hundred years of loneliness.
Where did it come for a hundred years? A hundred years ago, there was no you or me. A hundred years later, it will become a firework on the earth, and it will be hard to find a trace. But the original color of the sky is azure blue, so how come you can see the color that belongs to you and appreciate your silhouette. From now on, if there is no you, it is all lonely, only loneliness.
...
The night was violent and rainy, and it stopped until dawn. In the library's bookshelf corridor, a man and a woman hugged and slept. The heavy curtains were covering the two of them, and the heating was turned on all night. If it weren't for the dazzling sunlight, hitting her face to make her sober, I'm afraid she wouldn't wake up so soon.
Song Qiyue raised her hand to block the sunlight, and her closed eyes opened. It was the sky outside the window, so sunny in the early morning.
After the rain, there was a bright sunny day, which made her startled.
Song Qiyue turned her head to look, he was lying next to her with a quiet sleeping face and breathing steadily. Thinking of last night, after the chaos, at this moment, a heart seemed to be quiet along with this sunny day. She remembered all the words he said, and remembered the crazy behavior of last night.
They are actually in the library
This really made Song Qiyue feel broken, and the lingering anger still remained. Seeing that he was sleeping so soundly, she raised her leg and kicked him fiercely, and even wrapped the curtains around herself!
Mo Zhengyan was originally asleep well, but was suddenly kicked, and he woke up suddenly. Opened his eyes in the mist, he faced Song Qiyue, seeing her two long eyebrows tucked, almost instinctively, he was going to hug and coax, "Why are you angry again."
"You stay away from me!" Song Qiyue yelled, and she wrapped the curtain and got up.
"Sleep for a while." He still pestered her to continue lying down, Song Qiyue said angrily, "Why are you sleeping? This is not your Mo mansion!"
The words seemed to make Mo Zhengyan wake up and understand where he was. He saw everything around him. It was the bookshelf, the corridor, and the countless books on display. He opened his mouth and said, "This is the library."
Song Qiyue was too lazy to talk to him anymore, but he asked again, "What time is it?"
She looked back at the wall clock, "Seven fifty."
"The library opens at eight o'clock," he replied.
"That's why!" she asked angrily.
Mo Zhengyan reminded, "I think we need to destroy the evidence."
Destroy the evidence! When Song Qiyue reminded him of this, she suddenly realized that these books, curtains, and all the mess here were still falling in this corridor. She felt broken again, "Mo Zhengyan! You! Don't hurry up and get me up!"
At eight o'clock exactly, the curator got up early to open the door. The key came to open the door. When he came in, he was stunned. The curator said in surprise, "Student Mo, why are you here?"
The curator only saw inside the museum, Mo Zhengyan and Song Qiyue both held the book in their hands, but they were curious as to why they were still there so early.
Mo Zhengyan smiled, but looked sideways, "Ask her."
"This classmate?" The curator walked in a hurry yesterday, and met Mo Zhengyan in a hurry, so he didn't have time to ask her what her name was, so he just shouted.
Song Qiyue was embarrassed, why should she answer this question? It's not easy to tell the truth, she can only bite the bullet and say, "The curator, I didn't find the book I was looking for last night, so..."
"So you are here for one night?" Although the curator is a little old, his eyes are still very sharp. Look at their clothes, they are still the same set yesterday.
Song Qiyue felt as if she had been seen through, she had to say again, "Yes, it was a night..."
"What book? It must be very important to let you find it for a night and not find it?" The curator became even more curious.
"No, thank the curator, we..." Song Qiyue was almost at a loss, "found it, already found it!"
"Found it again? Show it to me." The curator smiled and inquired and stepped forward.
Song Qiyue only felt that this was really miserable, but Mo Zhengyan walked over and said, "The book has been found a long time ago, but we have studied it all night, and there is no problem now."
"It's this one..." Mo Zhengyan took a book and came to the curator to really discuss it with him.
Song Qiyue couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, almost failing to come to terms with this lie.
The curator enthusiastically discussed with him for a while, and Mo Zhengyan was about to leave. Song Qiyue nodded to the side. The curator was about to send them off. When passing by the window, he suddenly found some problems, "This Why are the curtains upside down?"
"No, why did you hang up?" Mo Zhengyan responded with a smile.
Song Qiyue had the illusion of doing bad things and being stared at. She stopped saying anything. She hurriedly pulled Mo Zhengyan and left, "Chairman, let's go first and come back another day. Goodbye, trouble you. Up."
"Curator, I'll come back again." Mo Zhengyan said so.
The curator smiled and sent him off, and suddenly thought of a question, "Student Mo, this classmate you brought..."
However, they have run far.
Song Qiyue finally understood what the four words guilty of a thief meant. After getting in the car, she panted and said angrily, "It's all you!"
"Yes, it's me." Mo Zhengyan responded, "I couldn't help it, so I threw you into the library and pulled the curtain down again..."
"Shut up for me!" Song Qiyue yelled.
"Then go back to the mansion and sleep for a while?" he asked.
"Go to the hotel!" Song Qiyue ordered.
Not returning home all night. Song Qiyue originally asked Kang Ziwen to go to the factory this morning, but now he hurried back. Fortunately, the time just caught up. When Song Qiyue arrived at the hotel, Kang Ziwen and others also happened to get up and had breakfast in the dining room.
Song Qiyue said, "You can go back!"
"I haven't eaten yet, let's go together, I'll accompany you to some." Mo Zhengyan said very happily.
"I don't want you to be with me."
"Then you stay with me."
"..."
It was really impossible to get rid of it. Song Qiyue stepped in before Mo Zhengyan followed. As soon as she entered the restaurant, as soon as she walked towards Kang Ziwen's table, his hand fell on her shoulder and was still in her ear. He whispered, "Smile, look ahead, there are many people here."
The group of people got up early to eat here, and had already taken breakfast. When Kang Ziwen saw them coming, he said, "Manager Song, Mr. Mo."
"You are so early." Song Qiyue answered with a smile, while Mo Zhengyan said, "You talk first. I'll get breakfast. What do you want to eat?"
"It's okay." Song Qiyue was not easy to refuse, she replied.
Mo Zhengyan wanted to take it by himself, but Qi Jian and He Sangsang were still sitting at another table. How dare the two of them let him do it themselves, they both got up to serve him, he just let them continue to sit down Dinner, "I'll come by myself, you can eat it."
So I saw Mo Zhengyan took porridge and side dishes, western dim sum, and bacon Italian rolls. In short, there were a few exquisite plates in front of him. The choice was a coincidence. The combination of Chinese and Western. Have. After taking breakfast, Mo Zhengyan also sat down to eat.
Kang Ziwen asked, "Why did President Mo come over this time?"
Mo Zhengyan was peeling the egg shell. The whole egg was peeled and placed on the plate in front of Song Qiyue. He replied, "Explore."
The simple two words, not for official business, but only for private visits. This affectionate show is quite low-key, but blatant. Kang Ziwen understands it, and Song Qiyue said, "He will leave today."
"She let me go, so I can only go." Mo Zhengyan replied, he asked again, "Last night, were Sangsang and Qi Jian eating supper with Mr. Kang still satisfied?"
Thinking of last night, Kang Ziwen was taken away at the time, and he proposed to eat supper, which was really supper. It's just how the meal was like, only Kang Ziwen himself knew that it was extremely boring to have a table with two men and women who looked like sculptures.
"It's okay." Kang Ziwen replied, and he asked back, "Where did Mr. Mo and Manager Song go early this morning?"
After getting up early, Kang Ziwen saw He Sangsang and asked Song Qiyue where he was going. He Sangsang just said out. It was only that early, Kang Ziwen was a little curious, so he asked at this moment. Mo Zhengyan smiled, and he replied, "We went to find the book for a long time..."
Halfway through what he said, the fork in Song Qiyue's hand had already stuffed his mouth with the food. She smiled, "Eat, aren't you hungry?"
Seeing them like this, Kang Ziwen smiled, but he was a little curious and said, "What book, I have been looking for it for so long."
After breakfast, the group was about to go to work. Song Qiyue went back to the room and changed his clothes. Putting on fresh clothes, she walked out of the room. Mo Zhengyan was still sitting there. She stopped, "Are you still going?"
"Where to go?" Mo Zhengyan asked.
"Today is a working day, don't you go back to Hong Kong City!" He said that he was visiting the class. How long is he going to visit the class
"You chase me."
"What?" She didn't hear clearly for a while.
He said again, "You drive me away."
Song Qiyue has heard clearly now, can this person still shame on it more thoroughly? She frowned and combed her hair in the mirror, "Yes, I just drove you away! Don't get in the way here, just do what you should do!"
Mo Zhengyan said suddenly, "Then you have to promise me."
Song Qiyue was startled, "What do I promise!"
Mo Zhengyan got up, he walked towards her, Song Qiyue looked through the mirror and saw him walking towards him, when she turned around, he had already approached, the long arm stretched out and held the mirror stand, long body, slightly bent over The arc of Wang, facing her eyes, "No matter what happens, you will never leave Gangcheng with Yangyang."
What he said made her even more stunned. Song Qiyue returned to God's way, "If you go back now, whether you can go with me or not are two things!"
"One piece." He said domineeringly, "If you don't agree, I won't leave."
This person threatened her like this again! Song Qiyue stared, "Why should I promise you?"
"If you don't guarantee, then I can only follow you." Mo Zhengyan said with a smile, "Well, just send the company documents."
"Qi Jian, Sangsang!" Mo Zhengyan really shouted, making Song Qiyue stunned.
Qi Jian and He Sangsang were in a room outside, and they came immediately, "Mr. Mo, what's your order."
"You..." Mo Zhengyan was about to give orders, Song Qiyue shouted, "Nothing! Book a plane ticket for President Mo to return to Hong Kong City!"
The two dared not move and looked at Mo Zhengyan, only to see him wave his hand, and they retreated again.
"Yes?" he asked.
"I won't guarantee! You go now!" Suddenly helpless, just as he was struggling, Song Qiyue cut his teeth.
Mo Zhengyan looked at her, he rubbed her hair, "I heard it, you agreed."
"I didn't agree!" Song Qiyue waved away his hand rubbing her hair, while she drank, she put on her shoes.
"heard it."
"I do not have!"
"it is good."
"Anyway, I didn't!"
"Yes Yes Yes."
Whatever it said, it seemed to be useless, Song Qiyue drank "I didn't agree", she turned around and left.
"Mr. Mo, I went too." He Sangsang reported in a hurry and followed Song Qiyue to leave.
Qi Jian asked, "Mr. Mo, do you want to book a ticket?"
Mo Zhengyan smiled and nodded.
After Qi has booked the ticket and reported it, "Flight in three hours."
It was too early, Mo Zhengyan thought, before rushing to the airport, he still had to go to a place.
This place is the library that just turned back and left not long ago. I walked in a hurry just now, and it came again at noon. The leisurely library is so quiet and pleasant. Mo Zhengyan greeted the curator, and after sitting and chatting for a while, the curator asked, "The female classmate just now, she belongs to you...?"
"She is my wife." Mo Zhengyan replied.
"It's her, I think so." The curator seemed to have expected it, and he smiled and nodded. Just wandering in the bookshelf with him, as if remembering something from the past, "Later, did you still see her?"
"Director, are you referring to Cheng Qingning?" Mo Zhengyan read her name directly.
The curator said, "I was in Nancheng before, and I met her."
Even though few people knew about that period of time, these books still left a mark, so the curator who managed the book also learned of the past.
Mo Zhengyan smiled, and he greeted the curator and said, "I have seen it, she has had a good time."
It was he who responded frankly, and the curator slowly smiled again in a daze, and he said, "That's good."
Garcia wrote.
——What are you waiting for? Time has passed, so it is said, but not so fast. No matter where you go, you should remember that the past is false, memories are an endless road, and all the past springs are gone forever.
Who meets whom is an unexpected encounter, a short stay, or a drive to the eternal subway, no one knows the result. As everyone knows, there will always be people leaving and there will always be people coming from one stop to another in that car.
In less than a hundred years, no one should know the meaning.
Perhaps, meeting you is destined, so I can meet another her.
Qi Jian reminded him that the time was almost up, and Mo Zhengyan was about to leave. He smiled, "Curator, I think the curtains should be changed."