Long Street

Sitting in the car, Xiang Yu raised his head slightly, watching Jin Fubai quietly in the night.

From this angle, you can clearly see the convex arc of his Adam's apple and the tight jaw line.

"Don't go home tonight."

This is really an ambiguous invitation.

What surprised Xiang Yu herself was that she had just heard those "truths", and when she heard him say this, she still felt that it was difficult to calm down in her chest.

Xiang Yu knew that what Li Mao said at the dinner table was not aimed at her. The man just didn't wince, so Li Qi would stop him.

But in fact, Li Mao is not to blame for all this. I want to know what kind of people are in their circle. They are extremely extravagant. They are all people who live at the top of the pyramid. Look at love and love in your eyes.

The so-called affectionate is probably a strange flower in their eyes.

Of course, Li Mao would not think that weird things would really appear on the dinner table. Perhaps in his eyes, Xiang Yu was just a "temporary" person next to Jin Fubai.

So there are no taboos when talking.

But if this matter is really counted, Jin Fubai is not the one who was wrong.

When Xiang Yu used his home phone to call back his phone number, he never thought that he would have a boyfriend who was more affectionate than Jin Jian.

She just has a crush on the man in front of her.

So Jin Fubai was willing to coax, and she was also willing to step down this step.

Xiang Yu almost didn't hesitate, smiled and nodded: "Okay, where are you going to take me?"

She answered too neatly, but Jin Fubai hesitated.

The girl Xiang Yu is too transparent, she wouldn't have heard those words of Li Mao.

Jin Fubai found out some time ago. When playing games with his head buried in Yu Yu, she was not entirely focused, and she knew exactly what was happening around her.

Once, she leaned in his ear and whispered that the woman at the table next to her kicked off her shoes while eating, and rubbed her stockings against the man's trousers, all the way to her thigh.

Jin Fubai laughed at her: "No wonder you always pass so many levels, what are you looking at?"

"I'm amazing. Isn't this a distraction? Otherwise, I can pass many levels." Xiang Yu said at the time.

Jin Fubai also occasionally had a whim. Sitting next to Xiangyu watching her play games, her game is probably the most boring one in the game, but when a tiny bit of bug gets into her hands, it can really grow. To the point where he had to walk around his tail.

He also had committed crimes, deliberately went to kiss her, watched her hit his tail, and then went to him to reason in anger.

Only absent-minded, she will always be unable to pass the first few hurdles.

So what Li Mao said today, she actually listened to it.

Now that she heard it, Jin Fubai would rather her be a little temperamental than to be so nonchalant that people can't see how much she likes him in her heart.

Suddenly, Jin Fubai felt a little dull, so he got into the car and started the accelerator: "Let's go, take you to a place."

He originally wanted to take her to the hot spring hotel, so that he could mess up and warm up his feelings, but now he is in no mood at all.

The car drove all the way to the city center, passing by the old courtyard, and stopped at the entrance of the alley.

A section of the facade of the house was being repaired, and the green net was blocked, and the car could not get in and needed to walk.

The imperial city in 2012 is a contradictory city, not only with the dreams of countless young people, with high-rise buildings with brilliant lights, but also with old courtyards and alleys with bird cages.

Even the subway has been repaired to Line 15. The vertical and horizontal subway lines are like a network covering the entire city, but at the moment, where Jin Fubai took her, the dark alleys are like the cracks in this bustling city, like a holy land for assassination.

When getting out of the car, Jin Fubai helped Yu pull the car door and stretched out his palm in front of her: "Come on?"

He is deeper than that hutong, he is like a long street with no end in sight in his dream, deep, but he can't help but want to move on.

Xiang Yu put his hand on Jin Fubai's palm, got up, wearing thin high-heeled shoes, holding his arm and following him deep and shallow.

But still interested: "How many years has no one been in this place? I smell something moldy."

Jin Fubai curled his lips slightly as she followed her without hesitation. He turned on the flashlight function of the mobile phone to illuminate the space.

Xiang Yu said, "Close it, the moonlight is also beautiful."

He had never walked through the alley of Lao Jiu in the same way at night, and now he felt it, and it didn’t feel bad. The woman beside him was holding his arm tightly, and the soft touch on his chest pressed against the outside of his forearm. Without knowing it.

If you didn't meet Li Mao, this night might be more perfect.

The door of the courtyard was unlocked, and when I opened the door, there was a long "creak—" and it pierced quietly. A rope swayed by the door, and he froze for a moment. Jin Fubai held it up and pulled it gently. The yard instantly brightened.

It turned out to be a light switch.

Everything looked messy, and many old musical instruments were placed in the yard.

However, Xiang Yu ran in quite excitedly and watched around a grand piano that had lost a lot of keys.

The piano box is open, and many kinds of ferns are planted in it, and the leaves are lushly protruding from under the raised cover.

Fluffy moss grows on the wooden surface where the lacquer body has fallen off. In the gap where the piano key has fallen, there is a plant with flowers, blue flowers the size of rice grains, and five petals can be seen vaguely.

After looking at the taro for a long time, he turned to ask Jin Fubai: "Is this wild or is it someone planted?"

"Planted."

He raised his chin to the side, and then to Yuu saw a large humidification machine next to him. No wonder the moss grows so well, and it looks like a carpet cloth.

A white rose grows out of the acoustic guitar next to the piano, and the leaves of green dill are like a waterfall leaning down from the tuba.

These musical instruments are already very expensive. I don’t know who will drive the humidifier and heat preservation machine 24 hours a day, and spend a huge amount of money to feed the special scenery of this courtyard.

Xiang Yu took a closer look, stood still in front of the piano, and turned to look at Jin Fubai.

He was exceptionally silent tonight. At the moment, he was standing at the door smoking a cigarette, and the bluish white smoke curled up from his fingers.

It was a long time later that Xiang Yu knew that the owner of this yard was the "French girl" in Li Ruo's mouth.

And the person who spends a lot of money for this yard is the Zhuo Xiao who is still reluctant to love his lover after getting married, and the golden house hides the Jiao.

Jin Fubai bit the cigarette and raised his eyes, and found Xiang Yu's gaze.

Under the moonlight and light, she looked over with full eyes, and a slender finger touched the piano keys with little force.

Jin Fubai looked at her through the smoke.

There is an indescribable tacit understanding between them. This scene of looking at each other is like a security checkpoint at Changsha Airport, and they are about to go their separate ways.

Xiang Yu suddenly spoke at this moment and sighed dejectedly: "Jin Fubai, you coax me, why do I feel unhappy about the story Li Mao told me."

No one has ever dared to make any request to Jin Fu, let alone coax me.

But Jin Fubai suddenly laughed, and his upset all night disappeared.

He pressed the cigarette **** in his hand on the stone pier beside him, strode over, and directly pushed Xiang Yu to the piano and kissed deeply.

The rusted piano hammer made a dull hum, and Jin Fubai kissed her fiercely in the hum.

Xiang Yu subconsciously pulled the hem of his clothes, tightly closed his eyes and raised his head to cater.

Just as it is difficult for smokers to give up their addiction, Xiang Yu suddenly felt at this moment that something was out of their control of each other and was developing into an unknown situation.

The final victim of this kiss is the piano behind him. I don't know how much the owner feels distressed, even the moss has knocked off a few pieces.

Xiang Yu squatted on the ground, picked up a small piece of moss, and said distressedly: "This little thing can live for a long time. It can live for a few years as long as it has enough water."

After that, she raised her head, "Do you have anything like a small bottle that can be stored in it? It's a shame to let them die like this."

A small tuft of moss is not enough to arouse Jin Fubai's warmth, but Xiangyu at the moment can.

He remembered that when she squeezed the buckle of her underwear through her clothes, she opened her eyes full of shame, and in her eyes, only his face was reflected.

Jin Fubai took out a small box of agarwood sticks from his trouser pocket, dumped the agarwood into the trash can, and then came back with the empty box, facing the staring gaze at Taro.

He squatted beside her with a smile, and stroked her auricle with the empty box: "Don't let me find the bottle, and stare at me when I find it?"

Xiang Yu curled his lips, looking so distressed that he wanted him to dig through the trash can to pick up the agarwood: "Who let you waste it, how much does your box of agarwood sticks cost?"

"What agarwood has, isn't the moss you are distressed about just like this?"

Jin Fubai fiddled with her earlobe with the empty box in his hand, and with a light touch, the diamond stud earrings on the earlobe shook.

Seeing her ears were red, he leaned over and asked, "Afraid you can't support me?"

"Of course I can't afford it! I only earn 2,700 in a month. You are so prodigal, and you don't have enough for a meal."

The lingering warmth in these words made Jin Fubai happy, as if they really had a "defeatable" home.

He personally put the small piece of moss into the empty box, closed the bottle cap and shook it, the mud bumped against the thin metal wall, making a muffled sound.

Xiang Yu was still squatting there staring at the ground. Jin Fubai had a lot of patience tonight, so he squatted with her.

After squatting for a long time, Jin Fubai suddenly felt something was wrong. He shook Xiang Yu's hand and found that her fingers were cold, her palms were wet with cold sweat, and even the broken hair on her forehead was unknowingly stained with sweat.

Jin Fu frowned, "Xiang Yu, why are you uncomfortable?"

"Jin Fubai."

Xiang Yu's voice went vacant and turned to look at him, "My stomach hurts so much."

Jin Fubai picked up the person from the ground and strode out of the courtyard: "Go, go to the hospital."