HIS ONE SEE QING XIN - Chapter 4 Want to smoke? Come and get it yourself.
Yan Qing stretched out her index finger with her left hand and propped up the coffee table with her right hand, trying to stand up and lunge towards him.
The two calves went numb and she fell forward.
He subconsciously caught it.
“Hiss… Legs are numb.” Yan Qing’s voice became soft due to the discomfort in her legs, and it rang right next to Mo Fei’s ears, like a light feather, tickling his ears.
“Okay.” Yan Qing pushed Mo Fei away and sat next to him, the atmosphere was awkward for a moment.
“That, just embarrassed ah.” Yan Qing propped her hands on the sofa by both legs.
Mo Fei looked at the slightly shy her, how come he hadn’t seen her so embarrassed before.
Suddenly, his index finger and thumb pinched her chin, forcing her to slightly raise her head, the corners of her mouth rose, revealing a wickedly seductive smile.
“Yan Qing, in the future, you can’t just go home with a man when you’re drunk, except for me, okay?”
He loosened his jaw, hooked his index finger through a strand of hair, and continued to say
“Not all men are like me, right now, and still talking to you here, and, even I can’t guarantee that the next time you look this shy in front of me, and I, don’t want to do something about it.”
Mo Fei’s right hand smoothed Yan Qing’s loose hair behind her ear: “You’ve changed, and so have I.”
As expected, after Yan Qing patiently listened to him, she still did not hesitate to raise her head to open the hand that touched her hair and frowned: “Why? Why should I listen to your words? You don’t even consider me your friend.”
Mo Fei silent bitter smile, heart sarcasm: did not treat you as a friend, is to treat you as a baby, but I in your heart is not “others”?
You are still the same as before even your hair I can not touch it?
“Yan Qing, then I in your heart, what is considered?”
“……” Yan Qing picked up his McDougall cup and took a sip, she herself did not know the answer to this, or rather, she simply did not want to answer.
“Forget it”, he took a cigarette between his fingers, did not light, “then tell me why today to the Internet cafe on the all-nighter? In the past, you were not so badly behaved.”
Yan Qing put down the cup, and took the yogurt on the coffee table.
“Gurgle,” the yogurt only a mouthful, drink up.
“Give me a cigarette?”
Yan Qing buttocks up, enough to reach the body, the yogurt box thrown in the trash can next to Mo Fei’s legs, re-seat, the right hand propped up a little drowsy head, tentative question him.
Mo Fei false eyes, the implication of examination, the cigarette in his hand in his mouth, and then pick up the lighter on the coffee table and light it.
He held the cigarette case and lighter in his hand, his mouth biting the cigarette and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, he took a puff, then propped his hands on the protective railing and spat out into the night sky.
The surrounding area is very quiet, only the inverter air conditioner makes a sound from time to time.
The nights of June and July are very hot, but at the moment, the loft apartment with only the two of them is so cool that Yan Qing feels a chill.
The window is only open a crack, Mo Fei smoking a cigarette and looking at the reflection of Yan Qing in the glass window, her back is leaning on the sofa, her head is also resting on the top of the sofa back, hands clutching her backpack.
She seems a little tired.
Mo Fei turned around and rested his elbows on the railing with his back against the glass, one foot on the bar at the bottom of the railing and one foot on the ground.
He saw her eyes open, looking at the ceiling, but they were vacant and motionless, making him feel surreal.
“I want to smoke.” She didn’t move, and when the sound came it only confirmed that she was still a living person.
“If you want to smoke, come and get it yourself.” Mo Fei could not bear to see her like this again, and inclined his head to look out the window.
Yan Qing put her backpack aside, stood up and smoothed the hair on her left cheek back behind her ear and walked towards him.
She was in the same position as him with her back to the night sky, on his left hand side.
Mo Fei’s left hand gently shook out the butt of a cigarette and handed it out, Yan Qing directly out with her mouth, he threw the cigarette case on the coffee table, crossed the lighter and lit it.
He kept looking out the right window of the highway, a total of five cars drove past, “swoosh” passed, just like these three years, “swoosh” past, nothing can be caught.
Suddenly, the right cheek was brushed against a hand, which broke his head back on the side.
Yan Qing’s left hand held a cigarette, the right hand broke Mo Fei, forcing him to face himself.
She did not use the lighter’s fire in his hand, her cigarette was pointed at his burning cigarette.
As Yan Qing sucked on the mouth of the cigarette, the skin of both cheeks also sunk in, the tobacco soon ignited a spark of stars.
Mo Fei was broken over while covering the lighter in his left hand, his eyes could not see the emotion, but only looked straight at her eyes sliding slightly.
Mo Fei engraved the look of her lighting a cigarette in this scene in his eyes.
Yan Qing let go of him, slightly tilted his head up into the air and exhaled a faint smoke in a straight line. This is the person who will smoke. Quite skilled, it seems more than once.
“Don’t look at me with such eyes.” She lowered her head and looked at the men’s slippers. They were a little big on her.
“How long will you be smoking?” Mo Fei’s cigarette had burned to the head, he took two steps to press out in the ashtray on the coffee table, and backed up again, changing his position, leaning sideways against the railing, facing the side of Yan Qing’s face.
“Three hundred and fifty-seven …… The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you’re doing. .
“Remember quite clearly.”
“It’s mainly the special days that are well remembered.” Yan Qing exhaled smoke, hooked up the corner of one side of the mouth, bitter smile, eyes have watery light shaking. But she kept her head down, Mo Fei did not see.
But he could hear the unhappiness in his voice.
“What have you been through all these years?” Mo Fei asked directly.
She still kept her head down: “Mo Fei, these years, I’ve had a bad time.”
Finally, finally, there was someone to talk to.
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“My mom had a new family, the first cigarette she smoked that day.” Yan Qing said it plainly, but when she raised her head, a drop of water crossed down her left eye.
Mo Fei saw it, he wanted to help her wipe it away, but he still did not have any action.
Somewhere in his heart collapsed.
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It was one day after the midterm that her mother decided to tell her that there was a new family.
The man was so good to her that they had gotten a license two months earlier.
That very day, she received this call at her dad’s house, and her mom asked her to come over to her place to play, which she refused.
She suddenly had a lonely feeling of being abandoned by the world, she wasn’t very sad, she was very despondent and disappointed, a feeling of loss once again.
It was like the feeling she felt when she learned the news only days after Murphy had transferred to another school.
She was bored.
Especially the chirping of the robins outside the window.
She lay on her back on the sofa and stared at the ceiling for a long time.
“Why don’t you go out and play?” Dad came back from outside, took out a cigarette case in his pants purse, took out one and lit it, then went to the toilet, throwing the cigarettes and lighter on the coffee table.
Yan Qing looked at the cigarette box and thought for a minute.
Then sat up and drew one in the box, she learned from her father to light a cigarette, rusty and urgent to light.
The men’s smoke was so strong that she choked, coughing as she ran into her bedroom.
She slid down with her back against the door, sat on the floor, and took another drag, slowly, this time without choking on her mouth.
Yan Qing inhaled the cigarette into her throat, she gradually adapted, and between the smoke gulp, and gradually less irritable.
The mood has also settled down a bit.
The first cigarette was only half smoked.
—— off-topic — —The first time I saw you, I was a little bit of a jerk.
Yan Qing stood in front of Mo Fei, one hand in his pocket, one hand rolled his hat rope said: “Mo Fei, they are afraid we abuse.”
Mo Fei stretched out his hand and put her sweatshirt hat on her head: “Afraid we’re so abusive?” Brush ~ the edge of the hat shrunk into a ball.
“Mo Fei ~ I cn!”