Nanchu's heart was flooded with bitterness, like bubbles, gurgling up.
She's not lying. She's got a real cold.
But he really didn't believe her now.
Trust was the barrier between them, like a transparent diaphragm, they stood at opposite ends, they could see each other clearly, there was a small door in the middle, she was walking towards him, and then he closed the door with a bang without expression.
Nanchu wore thin, the wind whistling outside the window blew in, stirring up the pores on her white skin, the long black dress lined her skin even more white, outside even without a coat.
Lin Lu Snapu looked at her with a sneer in his eyes, is not a cold so cold to himself? You want him to feel sorry for you?
Nanchu stood still, her gaze calm, unperturbed, and surprisingly soft.
It was quiet for a long time.
The young girl moved closer to him again, wrapping her arms around his sturdy waist, her face pressed against his broad chest, her powerful heartbeat thumping and crashing in her chest.
It's belonging.
She tilted her head and kissed her way up his taut jawline, swirling around her chin, neck, and the base of her ear ......
Kissed teasingly, fondly, and reverently.
He was unmoved, colder than the snow and wind outside the window, his eyes radiating cold.
In the next second, Nanchu's hand was already holding onto the military buckle at his waist.
In the dim silence of the room, only to hear a "snap", the military buckle opened.
"Captain." She tilted her head and whispered grinding in his ear, winking, "You're reacting."
It's hard down there, and it's time for tempers to soften.
But Lin Luchu is hard at both ends--
Nanchu's hand rubbed fiercely at the spot where he was hard as fire, tilted her small face, and hooked her eyes, "Give me a chance, and I'll prove it to you."
"Prove what?" The man's voice was husky and sexy as hell.
Nanchu couldn't help but remember, the previous few times of lovemaking, his fatal screams, in counterpoint to the indifferent and ascetic look on his face at this moment.
The little rebel in me is going crazy.
"To prove how loyal my soul is to you."
He suddenly smiled down at the woman hanging over him.
As if listening to a joke: "Prove it that way? Are you an animal?"
"......"
His dark gaze fixed on her, "Loyalty?"
I read a quote somewhere before.
Loyalty is because betrayal is not enough of a bargaining chip, and death is the only way to identify loyalty.
He had long ago disbelieved.
Lin Lu Snapdragon directly impatiently peeled the person off his body, pressed to the wall, did not leave force, strength, the veins on his arm rippled, his voice was even colder than just now, "We have no chance."
The back slammed into the stiff wall.
Nanchu really hurt, mom really didn't cherish her at all.
His humble and lowly pleas for peace were not in his eyes, Nanchu was finally aroused to a trace of anger and glared angrily, "Lin Luchu!"
Finally not that winning expression, seeing her angry, Lin Luchu suddenly got in a better mood, lazily: "Hm?"
She gritted her teeth in indignation, "You're a man! No manners!"
"Then you find sassy to go."
His eyebrows were arched in a wicked grin, so gangly that she wanted to go straight up and crack him on the head with a muffled stick!
Without the patience of coaxing, the rebellious spirit came out and stubbornly said, "Do you think I dare not?"
"Find it!" Succinct and forceful, he didn't bother to talk to her any more after that, flung the door open and walked out.
Nanchu sat on the bed in a daze, her hand went to feel the cigarette box on the bedside, it was already empty and there was one left, she drew it out and held it between her lips, her other hand went to feel for the lighter.
The flint was rubbed lightly, the room lit up with a momentary blue flame, and she looked down, cigarette butt to butt, and inhaled.
The cigarette gradually sprouted a few wisps of green silk floating upwards.
The woman's face blurred as the smoke billowed.
A vague pain in the back.
She let out a low curse, "Asshole."
Nanchu dusted off the ashes of his cigarette and reintroduced it to his mouth, the tobacco flavor swallowed to the tip of his throat and slowly pressed down into his chest, building up a thick breath, tilted his head back and spat it out, cursing again, "Son of a bitch."
The wildness in my bones is coming out again.
She was raised to be more aloof and treat those around her, including some fans who said they liked her in the early days, and someone made some gifts especially for her to send to the company.
She took it and said thank you, handed it to her assistant and never opened it herself.
No one has given her a gift since.
She has persecution paranoia and can't be kind to strangers. When someone is kind to her, she thinks about whether this person is trying to get something out of her.
She has nothing to give, so she refuses to let people be nice to her.
It's all a result of the environment and identity from childhood, as well as my mother's busy work schedule and lack of care.
All the way up to sixteen.
When she meets Lin Luchu, he is the only one who is deeply attracted to her.
Living in his house and falling in love with him, none of this surprises her, and she's convinced of it.
Lin Lu Snap is the man she loves to death.
Love his big, honest, seriousness.
The only thing I didn't expect was to get acquainted and find out that the man was privately gangly.
She hated Plankton at first.
But it turns out that any annoying trait becomes something she loves when it comes to Lin Luzhu.
And, unassailable.
Because of what happened to Lin Qi, she questions her twenty years of values, which were too cold and led Lin Qi astray.
It was also those he had taught her to be deeply righteous and honest and free.
Finally, in his redemption, Nanchu sees that her soul, in fact, is not as bad as she first thought.
Yet reality hit them hard again.
And so she realizes again that all that deep righteousness and honesty and freedom won't protect the people she loves.
The public opinion was suppressed by the people Nan Yue Ru found to suppress it.
The only condition is that Nanchu be allowed to return to the United States.
Twenty-one year old immature and somewhat naïve Nanchu decides to leave the man when she hears that his father is hospitalized for being angry and he is about to be sent to the mountains.
The year.
She learned the laws of survival, learned to play Tai Chi with the media reporters, and even learned to retaliate, like Seo Ji Yi, until no one dared to offend her anymore. And now, having seen the bloodshed in the circle, the hookups, and so many dirty things that have not been blown out of proportion.
She then extraordinarily missed Lin Luchu, a man who had set his heart for heaven and earth and pledged his life to his country.
Think of the scene just now.
She laughed again at the exasperation and held her cigarette, "Dog man."
Just after cursing, she received a call from Nan Yue Ru, she put out her cigarette and took it, "Mom."
"Where are you?"
Nanchu: "On vacation."
"Booked a flight back, picked up a movie for you, audition day after tomorrow."
"Who's that?"
"A studio called Nan Xuan, the screenwriter is quite famous, but it's the first time we've worked together, come back early to talk about the details."
She looked out the window speechlessly, "Mom, aren't you going back to the States for vacation?"
"I'll go back when you're married."
Nanchu was helpless, "I won't get married for a while."
"When you get back, there's a producer, twenty-eight years old, to entice you to meet."
This year, Nan Yue Ru kept introducing her to the so-called young talents in her eyes.
Nanchu rippled, "When will you die?"
"I'll die when you're married."
"You have never been married in your life, so why are you forcing me to get married."
"It's because I've never been married in my life that I'm going to force you to get married, Nanchu, when people get old, they're lonely."
I woke up in the middle of the night, my body was empty, the wind rose in the night, no one was warm, my brow was lonely.
It's perception.
Also repentance.
......
This day.
As the year draws to a close, the wind and snow evacuate, the Deer Hill town center bus opens, and Nanchu books a ticket to leave the next day.
The beauty of the family home has become a legend-
However, seeing that Lin Lu Snapdragon was not too excited, everyone did not dare to mention the pot of gold.
Until tonight, when the Deer Hill squadron was organized to have a fellowship.
To put it bluntly, the fellowship is a blind date for single firefighters in the squadron.
When eating dinner, Zhao Guo suddenly remembered that girl, suggested: "Lu Snapdragon, let your family home that also come out together, you so old hanging people not too good, come out tonight, together lively and lively."
So they can meet, too-
What it really looks like.
Curious as hell.
Lin Luchuan grubbed at his meal, glanced at Zhao Guo, and coldly refused, "She doesn't like to be lively."
Zhao Guo grunted, "What's the point of hiding like this, people have been living here for a week, at least let her out to meet ah--"
Before the words left his mouth, Lin Lu Snapshot glared at him in warning.
The result was just heard by a few leaders at dinner, "Lu Snap, your girlfriend is here?"
He stuffed his mouth and froze for a split second shaking his head, "No."
The leader smiled, "Friends are also rare, come all the way here, come together, together lively."
The leader gave his word, and the comrades beside him were drumming with anger and riding the tiger. Lin Lu Snapdragon's grumpy temper, a little want to tear Zhao Guo's broken mouth.
......
Six o'clock in the evening.
Lin Lu Snapdragon was teasing the golden hairs under the family building, and the aunt came out after cooking, saw a tall and silent back squatting at the door, and greeted him, "Xiao Lu!"
Lin Lu Snapdragon removed his hand from the golden hair's chin and stood up, smiling in response.
Auntie: "Come for the little girl?"
Lin Lu Snapdragon just went up and knocked on the door, no one opened it, and with his hands in his pockets, he absently asked, "Where is she?"
"Just saw her go out, I think she'll be back in a while, something wrong?"
Lin Lu Snap scratched his eyebrows and whispered, "It's fine."
Just as I turned my head to say that I'll leave first, I saw Nanchu wearing a knee-length black down coat, with the same red colored scarf around her neck, half of her face buried in the piled up scarf, stepping on the snow to come over.
Nanchu simply did not pay attention to this side stood a person, lowered his head along the snow trail all the way slowly walking, but also to the snow more places to step on, far away from a puddle, she also went over to step on a foot, have to hear the sound of the "crunching cackling" sound only to give up.
This woman voice-activated.
Obsessive about some of the colder sounds.
When they used to be together, the snow was thicker up north than over here, and the two of them went downstairs to eat.
There is residual snow all along the road.
She was so obsessed with the sound of crunching snow that she had to drag him, hungry and happy, under the building for half an hour.
If I wasn't really hungry.
He scooped her up and tossed her into the car, and the little girl didn't know when to step on it.
Lin Luchu sidled up to strap her in, and the little girl went to touch the stubble of his hair dishonestly, saying as she did so, "I like the sound of everything rich in desire."
The man looked in the rearview mirror backing up the car and absently said, "Hmm?"
Nanchu said, "Like the sound of stepping on snow seeds on a snowy day." Glancing at him, her small eyes clear, "And the sound of your screaming."
He corrected her, "You women are the ones who call it a bed, men call it venting."
"It's just screaming for bed."
The two argued for half an hour about the matter of screaming and venting, getting nowhere, and ending in a red-hot threat from him with a black face, "Any more nonsense and you won't be able to get out of bed."
Nanchu pouted, "You're being domestically abusive."
Look at the little girl's stifled little expression.
He just leaned back in his seat and smiled down before glancing at her, his gaze long and deep.
He was not willing to do it, do not dare to go all the way in, the slightest movement of her pain wow cry.
......
Nanchu lowered her head and stepped on the snow seeds so vigorously that she didn't notice a tall silhouette standing at the end of the straight line.
Lin Lu Snapdragon was over here, going through all the images of the two of them together before as if they were playing a movie.
This green stone road, but a hundred meters, ten meters a camphor tree.
She slogged past tree after tree.
Streetlight after streetlight came on, and the trail suddenly had a soft glow.
A little girl ahead of him was coming slowly towards him, the shadow behind her, ever lengthening.
......
Nanchu carefully stepped on the snow until a hand stretched out in front of her, looked up, and said without surprise or joy, "Oh, you're looking for me?"
Lin Luchu withdrew his hand, touched the tip of his nose, and then copied it back into his pocket.
"There's an event at 7:00 p.m. The team asked me to ask if you want to attend?"
"What activity?"
"Very boring activity."
Heard the words not really wanting her to participate.
Nanchu guffawed, "Yeah."
Lin Lu Snapshot gave her a silent look, and only after a long time did he say, "You should wear a mask."
"...... ashamed of me?"
"The boys have seen your movie." He grunted, with some sort of unspoken, slightly flirtatious tone, "Quite the loose cannon you are."