Long Street - Chapter 15

It was an intimate and tender night. Jin Fubai did not eagerly meet his needs. His gentleness to Yu Yu almost seemed to be a treasure in the palm of his hand, with patience.

After unilaterally pleasing, Xiang Yu took a shower and leaned against the bathroom door, and asked hesitantly: “…What about you? Would you like me to help?”

Her skin turned a healthy pink from the hot water, and the steaming mist from the bathroom slipped out of the door and lingered around her.

Jin Fu was wearing a nightgown loosely and without a belt. He was drinking a bottle of iced mineral water: “What can I do for you?”

“…I checked it with my phone just now, and it doesn’t seem to be difficult.”

Jin Fubai laughed. He rarely had such a relaxed expression. Compared with the usual smile, it seemed that there was a layer of happiness between his eyebrows and eyes.

He kissed her earlobe with his cold lips and pushed her waist: “Go to sleep, I’ll take a shower.”

Xiang Yu took a half step forward following his strength, and turned his head uneasy: “I really don’t need me to help you?”

“No need to.”

When Jin Fubai took a bath, Xiang Yu was already a little bit sleepy. He couldn’t open his eyelids. He closed his eyes and was pulled into the embrace of the fragrance.

She rubbed his arms and asked in a daze, “Did you smoke?”

“If you can’t do it, you won’t be allowed to smoke afterwards?”

He seemed to laugh like this, but Xiang Yu was too sleepy, and fell into a dream in the next second.

I thought she would sleep peacefully on such a warm night, pressed against his warm chest, but when she was about to get up, she dreamed of the words Tang Yuchi said while sitting in the nightclub—

“I heard he used to…”

What was it before?

Xiang Yu twisted uncomfortably and felt someone pat her back. She opened her eyes in the faint morning light and saw Jin Fubai’s face.

He nodded the center of her eyebrows with his index finger, and said, “What dream did you have that made your eyebrows frowned?”

Xiang Yu shook his head and lied that he didn’t remember.

Jin Fubai asked her if she wanted to go to work today, and she also nodded absently.

“Then get up, I’ll ask for breakfast, and then I’ll take you to work.”

Xiang Yu put on his nightgown and sat on the bed in a daze.

Obviously when Tang Yuchi uttered that sentence, she had already easily changed the subject, and made up her mind not to ask Jin Fubai about the past.

Now, the more I think about it, the more I feel uneasy.

Perhaps it was because she was exceptionally silent that morning. When she got out of the car with the white mist in the morning, Jin Fubai helped her pull the car door and wrapped his cashmere scarf around her neck. His tone implies comfort and jokes: “Don’t want to work overtime? Why not buy your company and you will be the boss.”

Xiang Yu fell into deep thought and did not raise his head, but Jin Fubai joked in a good mood: “Or, do you want to be the boss’s wife?”

Under the gaze of his warm eyes, Xiang Yu finally returned to his senses and shook his head with a smile: “I’ll be busy these few days, don’t spend so much.”

He misunderstood the original sound of her silence, and she didn’t explain it either.

“A little money.”

“Small money is money too!”

He glared at Yu Yu, walked away around his scarf, walked downstairs, and saw Jin Fubai leaning on the car smoking a cigarette.

In the smoky winter morning, he smiled and looked at her.

He waved to Taro before turning around again, and walked into the company building.

The diamond earrings were stained with cold air, and it was icy, as if he had drunk ice and kissed her earlobe last night.

In this sudden upset, it was not Jin Fubai who was dissatisfied with Yu Yu, but herself.

Jin Fubai hasn’t changed from start to finish, he even fascinates her more than she thought, and he is more gentle and considerate.

Her anxiety stems from the fact that she wants more.

These uneases did not last long. After all, it was the end of the year. Xiang Yu was still oppressed by Xiaopo’s company and worked overtime every day, and even had very little time to meet with Jin Fubai.

The company she worked for was a magazine. In 2012, the paper media was actually going downhill. Even the teachers in the School of Journalism had said that the paper media would be depleted, but it was strange that this small broken company was really busy by the end of the year. , Perhaps because of insufficient manpower.

It’s not too tiring, and it’s not a task that requires brainstorming.

One day when she was squatting in the printing room to change the ink cartridges for the company’s printer, the company boss suddenly appeared behind her.

The boss is a young man, probably two or three years older than Xiang Yu, who talks very little.

He handed the ink cartridge to Xiang Yu: “It’s been a hard time during this period. What are the expectations for the year-end bonus other than the bonus?”

Xiang Taro didn’t even raise it: “Yes, I want to be a full-time salted fish.”

The boss laughed: “I’m afraid it will be difficult to achieve.”

Xiang Yuyou sighed quietly: “Then add money to me, I can’t bother and make no money.”

In fact, sometimes she thinks, it’s okay to be so busy.

Breaking hands and counting, the last time I saw Jin Fubai was a week ago. Maybe she didn’t get in touch with each other slowly, and she wouldn’t become so greedy. She only maintained the initial fascination and bottom-line likes, and waited until they got tired of each other, and then shot them away.

But this kind of thinking is really naive, Jin Fubai didn’t give her such a chance.

It’s hard to say whether he did it intentionally, he is always tempting.

Xiang Yu’s salted fish character, the first thing that gets tired of it is actually work. She looked at the piles of materials to be copied and printed in one afternoon, and she suddenly became annoyed.

It was also on this day that she returned to the front desk with a wad of photocopied documents, and the courier boy wearing a heavy down jacket was waiting at the front desk.

“With your courier, collect it from the taro.” The courier brother put down the courier and hurriedly left.

She doesn’t seem to buy anything online recently?

The courier box was only the size of a palm, and it was disassembled suspiciously. In the black velvet box lay a finely crafted mini telescope, which was a retro dark copper color.

When Xiang Yu got the binoculars, the phone rang, and Jin Fubai said on the phone: “Xiang Yu, look across from you.”

Xiang Yu’s company occupies only one-third of the first floor in this office building, probably because of rent problems. The company’s location is not good. Except for the boss’s office and meeting room, the other rooms have no windows.

In this boring day full of work, she needed a little surprise so much. She held the phone and ran to the boss’s office and knocked on the door probe: “Can I borrow the window?”

The boss nodded and agreed, leaving the office to the employee who had two jobs but was determined to be a salted fish, and retired.

Xiang Yu, like a high school student, ran in with his eyes bright and raised his binoculars to look across.

She lowered her voice and asked the person on the phone, “What do you want me to see?”

“The glass office building opposite your company is on the same floor as yours.”

Looking towards Yu, he saw Jin Fubai standing in the clear floor-to-ceiling windows on the 7th floor opposite.

Jin Fubai was wearing a white sweater of a certain big brand new winter product, standing by the window, with one hand in his pants pocket, holding a telescope in the other hand, and smiling at Yu Yu.

There was nothing but a desk and a chair beside him. There was nothing else.

At first, Xiang Yu thought he had friends at a certain company opposite, but the more he looked at it, the more things went wrong.

How can a company become like that? Is the table facing the window?

Jin Fubai was on the phone in a casual tone: “I want to see you, but you always work overtime, so I had to buy the opposite floor and come to see you from time to time.”

In fact, that moment, when she recalled it many years later, she still felt that it was a rare and precious moment in her life.

They were in different office buildings, separated by thick glass windows, across a busy street, and smiled at each other.

There was a little snow that day, and it melted when it hit the ground, and there was such a wet breath on the street. He pressed Yu’s palm on the cold glass and gave him a glimpse of Ten Thousand Years.

At that moment, she suddenly wanted to kiss him.

This is the first time someone has bought a commercial office building just because they want to see her.

Jin Fubai is like a cloud. You know he is floating, and you know he will not only stay in the sky above you.

But all his freely changing shapes fascinate you, which is very troublesome.

For his surprise, Xiang Yu stayed with Jin Fubai for the next week.

After working overtime, she would follow him to eat supper, or take a seat at Li Qichang at night, and drive to the suburbs with him on weekends, but she would not stay overnight with Jin Fubai in the hotel.

Overtime has become less boring.

At least occasionally, I picked up the telescope and took a look at the taro. I could see a bright red rose or other flower in the vase on the opposite desk.

In fact, I want to know that he didn’t necessarily plant the flowers himself.

But it is still pleasant.

On December 21, the end of the world predicted by the Maya was this day.

In retrospect, it was like a carnival night. On the Internet, 11:11 on the night was the end of the day. The street was so lively that it was a bit like Christmas in advance. Many people said, “If you don’t do something, there will be no chance. Under the guise of “done”, to do things that you usually want to do but don’t have the guts to do.

Xiang Yu worked overtime as usual that day. After work, she brushed her scarf and walked outside the Moments.com office building. She even thought: Would anyone cheat on this day?

After thinking about it, he raised his eyes and saw Jin Fubai standing next to the car.

He probably stood for a while, and smoked more than one cigarette, and his fingers were a little reddened by the night wind.

Jin Fubai opened his arms, ran towards Yu and hugged him: “Why are you here?”

“Don’t say it’s the end of the world? Come with you.”

Can’t tell why, Xiang Yu’s nose suddenly sore.

He is really the most considerate lover in the world.

“What are the red eyes? Really scared?”

He thought she was afraid of the end of the world, but in fact, what Xiang Yu was even more afraid of was his meticulous tenderness towards her.

She was afraid that she would have that day, and she was reluctant to leave.

The dinner was eaten at Li Chi’s hotel. After the meal, Xiang Yu naturally stayed with Jin Fubai.

The heating in the hotel is a bit too adequate, the room is hot like summer, and the sky outside the window is gray with a layer of haze. It really feels a little doomsday.

Xiangyu looked at the window for a long time, and the air-conditioning outside the window blew in along the open window, brushing her nightgown.

Jin Fubai dragged the person into his arms and closed the window.

“Not long memory, didn’t the doctor tell you to keep warm?”

“It’s almost 11 o’clock, what shall we do?”

He smiled a little differently, and deliberately put an accent on the first word: “Do-what?”

Xiang Yu lightly hit him.

It was strange that day, no one really wanted to roll the sheets, like a pure couple, just sitting together and picking movies.

It’s a Korean movie, which was chosen by Yu. Jin Fubai looked at the phone and occasionally looked at it.

Just halfway through the movie, the heroine died unexpectedly, and the heroine wept bitterly.

Xiang Yu was a little emotional, with red eyes, leaning against Jin Fubai’s arms, and sniffing: “If my boyfriend dies, I will cry like that.”

Jin Fubai kissed her amusedly: “What are you talking about? Don’t expect me to be good?”

“You’re not my boyfriend.” She was still staring at the TV screen, and she said very casually.

After saying this, the two of them were silent at the same time.

It was already past 11:11, and the end of the world did not come. Jin Fubai brushed off the wet marks on the corners of her eyes with the back of her finger, and said nothing.