A girl in a dormitory doesn't go to bed until about two o'clock every morning. She didn't sleep long before she got up again. What happened?

When I met her, he was at the peak of his life, young and rich. At that time, the world was small, everything he wanted was within reach, everything was under control, and it was easy, but it didn't seem to make much sense.

She is one of his thirty-fifth birthday gifts.

There was nothing special that night.

He drank a little wine and acted rather rudely. The people below him were pushed harder than before. His slender white body kept shaking, and his throat was thin and intermittent, vaguely sexy. As soon as he heard the fire, he grabbed her chin endlessly, chewed heavily, and ordered, "Call it out!" "

She didn't. She won't. In fact, she is just a very good child. For twenty years before this night, she had been as pure as a lily. If my mother hadn't been seriously ill and had no money to see a doctor, she should have memorized English words carefully in the evening self-study class at school now, instead of tossing and turning under this strange man.

He doesn't care. People who are used to playing, when the blood of this animal is boiling, there is no tenderness. With a bad smile, he touched the small iron box on the cabinet, which contained the "good things" that those bad friends gave him when they left. He forced her to feed three or four, then propped it above her body and looked at her playfully.

She was stared at by his red eyes, trembling even more. Her hair was covered with pillows, and several of them were wet with sweat and stuck to her snow-white skin, which was shocking. She was tortured by him, but people are still like a Sayuri, quiet and stingy, under his hand.

He couldn't help lowering his head and kissing her, coming down from his forehead, eyes and nose ... and finally holding her lips, thin. In hindsight, he felt incredible. He has always been a man who hates saliva. He has kissed only a handful of women in his life. The wife at home is only symbolically printed when she gets married. How can they be so special to her?

That kiss was so erotic that little men don't understand the taste of men and women. As soon as he let go, she lost her eyes and looked at him sharply. Xiu Xiu doesn't even have a spot, lining his swollen lips and making his heart throb inexplicably.

"What's your name?" He whispered her name.

At that time, her cheeks were red and her expression was confused. She kept twisting under him, biting her lips and forbearing, and answered him in a trembling voice: "Xiaowan ... Xue Xiaowan." After that, she couldn't stand it, crying and begging him: "... it's too uncomfortable, I'm too uncomfortable ..."

"uncomfortable?" He laughed even harder and reached out and pinched her delicate face. "Then I'll save you, okay?"

As he spoke, he sank deeper and deeper, stiffly occupying her gentle and malicious grinding. The little girl was driven crazy by the strong medicinal properties, crying and howling, as much fun as possible. He sucked her tears and teased her back and forth, thinking happily: he has played with many chicks, how come he has never touched such fun?

The medicine was too strong, and he laid hands on her so hard that she couldn't sleep all night. As soon as he stopped, she twisted in pain. At first she was afraid of him, but later she was confused by him and began to cry to him stupidly. In fact, this is his taboo, and the person who sent her here told him specially. He was just one leng, and then he actually smiled and bowed his head and kissed her a little to comfort her and satisfy her, without any unhappiness or impatience.

The next day, he always gets up early, goes out for a run and then comes back. She's still sleeping. The curtains had been opened before he left. In the clear morning light, she lay on the side of the big bed, quiet and beautiful, like a sleeping lily.

He stood by the bed for a long time, doing nothing but smiling at her sleeping face.

Then he kept her.

Send this gift to his friend and say that her mother is very ill and will die soon. Her father is an alcoholic. He always asks for money when he comes home. Don't just smash things and hit people.

"Are you going to raise her?" The friend asked.

He smiled noncommittally.

"Be careful that your family knows that your father is not a vegetarian!" My friend joked, "Why don't I do it for you? Just ask! "

"All right. Get her mother settled first and ask for the best equipment and personnel. At her father's, you send me a sum of money. " He thought for a moment and arranged: "transfer her to another school ... let her go to C University."

"No problem." The friend agreed and hesitated, as if he were testing and caring: "However, this is not your usual style. Why, are you tempted? "

Take the risk of ... That memoir of a geisha is really tempting. He felt that these days, she was smiling around, the beautiful and enchanting night sheets were like flowers, and her mouth was unconsciously bent.

Friends hesitated to call his name in a silent conversation.

He came to life. "Just do it for the time being. I will thank you later. "

My friend got his promise and left happily.

Life has become different. It never occurred to him that life can be so comfortable because of someone. Many years later, whenever he misses those years, it seems that he can still smell the fragrance of lilies in full bloom at that time.

She is pure and beautiful, and because of him, she is more carefree and innocent. He raised her like the most delicate flower in the world.

But there are also bad times. Sometimes, before going to bed, after having a good time, she leans against his chest to catch her breath and asks faintly, "Will you marry me?" "Will you divorce, for me?" "What shall we do in the future?" ……

Too many times, he got tired and stopped looking for her one day.

His wife is a famous aristocratic lady, virtuous and gentle, and never asks him why he doesn't go home, nor why he suddenly goes home.

After washing, he went to bed, and his wife leaned over and snuggled up to him gently. He smiled, hugged her and went down with a mobile game. When he untied her pajamas, he smelled her faint perfume, elegant and generous, but it was not the unique fragrance of the memoirs of a geisha he was already familiar with, and he suddenly lost interest.

The wife lay silent and pretended to be asleep. He got up, dressed up and went out.

It was past two in the morning when I returned to her. She didn't sleep. She curled up in the big sofa in the living room. A small shadow startled him. He turned on the light and she quickly buried her face.

He spoke to her, but she refused to answer. She walked over and raised her tearful face.

He froze, and was suddenly troubled by that strange emotion in his heart-what was the pain in his hard-pressed heart just now?

|. "You don't want me!" She threw herself into his arms crying. "You don't want me, do you?"

"I ..." He was speechless.

She has been crying, tears seem to be conscious, layer by layer into his skin, until his heart. The soft, shell-less flesh and blood organ was unbearable to attack and was defeated like a mountain.

That night, he was as crazy as a young man who tasted lust for the first time, and almost tore her up under him.

When Oriental turned pale slightly, she was blue all over and leaned softly in his arms. Jiao Jiao's fingers poked at the hard muscles in his chest.

He hugged her, closed his eyes with great satisfaction and smiled slightly.

"Are you going to work today?" She shook him and asked.

"hmm." He nodded. "Don't go to class. I'll order takeout for you at noon and we'll go out to eat at night, okay? "

She nodded straight, happy and childish.

Actually, he just has a meeting in the morning and is free in the afternoon. And he intends to use the afternoon to go home and talk to his wife. His chest was filled with blood that was burning warmly for the memoirs of a geisha, which made him almost openly lose his mind.

On the way back, he received a phone call from her, and her voice was still lazy: "Did you have lunch?"

He laughed and unconsciously spoiled: "I have eaten. You lazy girl, did you sleep until you got up? "

"Well ..." She said slowly like a child. "Do me a favor, will you?"

"say."

"Today is Xiao Ye's fourth birthday. Will you buy me a gift? "

"who?"

"Little leaves! Beautiful daughter! " She disgruntled coquetry, "Yu Meiyan! My best friend! I have told you many times! "

"..." She said that her best friend was next door to the same hospital. He has seen photos and is a girl who likes to show off. "You mentioned me to her?"

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone, and then her voice became a little shaky: "She knows I have a boyfriend ... but I didn't say it was you ... I didn't tell anyone about you."

She will misunderstand, in fact, he also wants to be introduced to his best friend by her like a normal man standing next to his girlfriend.

"Xiao Wan ..." He hesitated to explain, but she quickly whispered, "It doesn't matter if you don't go. I'll make it up for her another day. "

With that, she hung up the phone. He listened to the monotonous beep and laughed, thinking, what a sensitive and fragile child.

*****

When I bought a cake for her little leaves, there happened to be a strawberry cake just baked. He remembered the last time he bought this for my little daughter, she was happy, and his mouth couldn't help bending again. "Pack these strawberry cakes."

When the gifts and cakes were delivered to the birthday boy's house, most of the afternoon of rare freedom had passed, and he was a little anxious.

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It was a little girl of four or five who came to open the door. She has a pair of beautiful eyes, very cute. "Hello, uncle." She called him timidly.

He himself has a son of 13 years old and has always wanted to add such a lovely daughter. He can't help liking it. He squatted down to pinch her little face and showed her dolls and cakes. "Do you like it? Aunt Xiaowan gave it to me. Happy birthday, Xiao Ye. "

Father heard the sound and found it.

He was in a hurry to leave, so he explained his purpose in a hurry, squatted down and hugged the birthday boy, and then left.

Mu Ye Jr. gave him a sweet smile and waved goodbye. At that time, he had no idea that he would become a family with her after a long time.

When he got home, he had just parked his car, and a figure half a man's height jumped out diagonally across the street and ran quickly.

Yan Rong!' He put down the window glass and drank his son.

Yan Rong glanced at his father, scratched his head and got into the car. The young and handsome face is blue and purple, which is particularly eye-catching.

He frowned. "Did you fight with Rong Lei again?"

Yan Rong satisfiedly, naughty smile, made a face, "I put him in the backyard pickle jar! Keep your head down! "

He held back his laughter and kept a straight face.

The son is very much like him, from appearance to temper. Both of them are the second children of their peers, and he fully understands his son's resentment towards his cousin Rong Lei: he thinks he is the second son and has no right to inherit the "Rong Rong" group before joining the government.

Rong Yan is like the second him, which can make him even more proud: his son will be as excellent, intelligent and omnipotent as he is. Although he usually says nothing, Rong Yan has always been his greatest pride.

"Dad, why did you come back so early today?" Yan Rong pressed the wound on her face, turned around and asked.

He said "yes", and then, I don't know how to answer-dad came back to tell mom about dad and another woman?

He can't say it.

But I can't talk now. What about the future?

He seems to be ... so obsessed with the long-lost blood that Xiao Wan brought him that he forgot that he was already a father.

Rong Yan kept running like a monkey. Somehow, he found strawberry cake in the back seat. He stretched out his arm and ate one by one, and soon he was clean.

"Rong Yan," he stroked his son's head with rare warmth, "when will you … grow up?"

Growth without dad's protection, growth without dad's worry, growth without dad.

Dad met a person, a woman who made dad want to abandon everything for her. But if I want to abandon you, my father is really reluctant. "Dad, you are becoming very strange!" Rong Yan swallowed the last piece of cake and touched his mouth. "You weren't like this before, um ... sissy!" "

He froze, laughed and slapped him in the past. "Smelly boy!"

"Don't hit my father!" Rong Yu, wearing pink piggy pajamas and holding a doll rabbit, skipped down from upstairs and shouted, "Grandpa is broken!" " Hit dad! "

Rong Yan was very happy and waved to his daughter. "Doug, come here!"

Rong Doudou rushed over and was picked up by his father. "Dad," she clutched Rong Yan's arm and hugged Rong Yan's neck. "Come and tell me a story, or I can't sleep!"

Granddaughter is really cute and tense. He smiled, hugged Doudou, teased him for a while, and gave it back to Rong Yan, saying, "Go ahead, I'll sit alone for a while, and I'll go up."

When the son and granddaughter walked away, the slant hall suddenly became quiet.

Just now, Rong Yan joked that at this time of year, he always seems to be different.

Actually, I'm not kidding. It's true.

Every such late spring and similar cold nights, there is always an empty place in his heart.

After so many years, he thought he had forgotten, but year after year, he still remembered it on time.

He didn't buy her strawberry cake in the end. Later, he never saw her again, but left it to his old friend. She left C City, went to America to study, and never came back.

He never asked again from beginning to end.

After her, he didn't flirt, not once.

Because he finally understands that there are things he cares about in this world, such as his happy family, and things he can't do, such as … love.

The night is groggy, and the lily in the hall is still faint. He was prone on the table, his eyes gradually blurred.

No one has to have another person for life. You see, I didn't have you in my life, so I came here.

It's just ... Oh, he smiled drunkenly, Xiao Wan, I never forgot you.