Chapter 16

At ten o'clock in the morning the next day, YY called to remind me. Today was the weekend, my aunt was on holiday, and there happened to be no one to make lunch. Mu Yaoman answered the call and opened the curtains. There was a misty rain outside and the sky was dim. A red umbrella was opened downstairs, and a girl in a yellow short skirt jumped left and right into the rain curtain and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

 Mu Yao was very hesitant. He didn't want to go out in such weather. He wanted to find a reason to refuse, but YY said: "The car is at the gate, hurry up." So he had to wash up and go out.

 It was only a hundred meters from Lanfeng Pavilion to the entrance of Xiyuan. Most of the trousers were already wet. The fabric fibers had drunk enough water and stuck to the legs without leaving any space. They were slippery and cool. Mu Yao sat blankly in the back. The driver in the front seat was concentrating on driving and did not talk to him because of the low visibility. Only the wiper on the glass repeats a monotonous movement, cutting off the rapid water flow wherever it passes.

 When they arrived at Tianxin Garden, YY had already opened the mahjong table with great fanfare. It seemed that he wanted to have a big fight. It was no wonder that he couldn't go anywhere in this kind of weather, so he could only stay at home and get moldy. YY asked him if he had eaten breakfast. Mu Yao didn't eat, but he had no appetite, so he went directly to the stage to start the battle.

 The people are still the same as last night, but all of them have lost their vitality. Under the strong light, there is only the sound of "crack, crackle, crackle" and the rapid flipping of cards. Occasionally there was a faint sound of thunder rolling past as if it was roaring trapped in extremely thick old cotton wool.

 After a few laps, no one was interested. YY couldn't help but wave his hand and push, and the newly built brick walls suddenly collapsed. Mu Yao also wiped his cards and looked out the window at the wet garden green space, but he didn't know What to do next. Lu Sen and his dark-faced neighbor Jia Jinping went to the study on the second floor, leaving only YY and him staring at each other in silence.

 "Isn't Lu Sen married?" Mu Yao was bored and searched for topics.

 "We got married early. We have a son and a daughter." YY came over, knelt on the sofa, and faced the window. He raised his finger and pointed forward to signal Mu Yao to look over: "His wife and their children live in the villa opposite."

 Mu Yao was surprised: "Then your wife doesn't know that you live here with him?"

 "Why don't you know?" YY smiled and said, "I saw his wife standing on the balcony on the second floor this morning. When she saw me, she turned around and went back to the house."

 "You..." Mu Yao felt a little difficult to express: "How can you live comfortably like this?" I have seen people raising 下omi, but I have never seen people raising 下omi so naturally, right under the nose of his wife: "He and his wife Is there a quarrel?"

 "No, I go to see the kids every night." YY turned around and sat back on the sofa, stretched her legs, and the slippers half hanging on her feet tapped the ground now and then.

 Mu Yao was speechless, and after a while, he said, "You're like this..." but couldn't continue.

 "Don't say anything, I know everything." YY smiled: "I'm just living one day at a time, and I'm a lot better than before. At least I won't be woken up by the strange faces next to me in the middle of the night. What else am I not satisfied with? of."

 Mu Yao was suffocated and walked towards the door speechless. The raindrops in front of the steps were blocked by the embedded copper wire, and a thin layer of puddles accumulated, reflecting the big red word "Fu" on the door. It was blown by a gust of wind and trembled. A ball.

 Soon it was lunchtime, and Jia Jinping stayed behind. This man cherished his words like gold but loved to make all kinds of noises. A soup-making tube bone was sucked by him and made a squeaking sound. The bone marrow was sucked out of the bone cavity. Mu Yao immediately lost his appetite. The sound was like asthma. The thick phlegm in the patient's throat was so blocked that he wanted to vomit for him.

 Just when Mu Yao wanted to say that he was done eating, Lu Sen across from him slapped his chopsticks and said, "Old Jia, throw that bone away, and you won't let anyone eat it!" Jia Jinping's face was stunned, and he threw away the bone. Lift the bowl. Mu Yao couldn't help but put down his chopsticks now and plucked them in the bowl, but he didn't want to put them in his mouth.

 "Oh, the rain has stopped," YY shouted, put down the dishes, and ran to the door.

 Mu Yao looked up and saw that it was raining after all. The rain came for no reason and came strangely. After a while, a rainbow hung in the sky.

 Mu Yao only found out in the afternoon that Mu Yaoyi was in City B. Today was her last day to perform here, but she didn't mention it last night. The train returned at 6 p.m., and there were only a few hours left. Mu Yao hurriedly said goodbye to YY and went to the coffee shop on the third floor of the hotel where she was staying.

 At the door, I saw a long-haired woman sitting sideways on the sofa in the corner. Under the cover of lush green potted plants, she was as thin and petite as a child. Mu Yao slowly walked over, and only when he got closer could he discover the beauty that was mature to the extreme. The dazzling sunshine poured in from the window after the rain, as if wrapping that delicate body with a layer of plush gold, dazzling and urgently needed. Falling feathers.

 Mu Yao walked over and Mu Yaoyi stood up: "The rain finally stopped, let's go for a walk?"

 "Yeah." Mu Yao responded, taking a step back to watch the graceful woman go down the stairs, walk through the lobby, and walk out of the door, her half-heeled white leather sandals hitting the half-wet pavement. In fact, given her height, it would be better to wear high heels, he suddenly thought idly.

 The downtown area was crowded with people on weekends. Mu Yaoyi looked at the display windows one by one and saw that a wide range of exquisite autumn clothes were already on the market. He knew she loved clothes, so he took the lead and walked inside. She came out of the fitting room wearing various styles of fashions, with a soft smile on her lips. Her smile made him feel sad, but the small 6 o'clock ticket in her bag made him relax.

 After trying for a long time, she seemed tired. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and watched the salesperson write the invoice. Mu Yao grabbed a handful of orders and went to the cashier. When she came back, she didn't pick up the packed new clothes and still pushed them back to the saleswoman. : "Save it here first." She turned around and smiled at Mu Yao: "I can't carry it, so take it with you when you go home."

 Mu Yao was stunned and said, "Okay."

 "Let's go eat, we have to get in the car later." Mu Yao said, and Mu Yaoyi also walked out of the mall. When riding in the elevator, he stretched out his hand to hold Mu Yao, intertwining his fingers and joining his palms. Mu Yao subconsciously pulled out, but the soft voice whispered: "I have been looking forward to holding your hand like this in front of others for how many years..."

 The woman's water-cut eyes looked up, and the cool obsession with her palms made Mu Yao unable to bear to move for a moment. A black car parked slowly beside him, with the windows open, YY shouted in surprise: "Mu Yao, what a coincidence! Let's play together?" Her eyes flickered between him and Mu Yaoyi.

 "YY? Are you guys out too?" Mu Yao calmly pulled out his hand and said, "My mother is here to see me. I will walk with her instead of going with you."

 YY took a breath and smiled: "Auntie is so young and beautiful. I thought she was your girlfriend. Let's go first." YY leaned back in his seat, Lu Sen nodded slightly, closed the window, and drove away.

 "Who is that man?"

 "Which one?" Mu Yao turned around and asked Mu Yaoyi, who was staring at the car in the distance.

 "The one next to the boy."

 "Lu Sen is that boy's friend." Mu Yao said, "What's wrong?"

 "Nothing, let's go eat." Mu Yaoyi crossed his arms and walked forward. His graceful figure crossed the big trees, small trees, and trees with eccentric postures listed on the roadside. They stretched out their stiff eyes in Mu Yao's eyes. His arms were curled up and stretched towards the sky.

 While ordering, Jian Ming called: "下oyao, I'll get off the plane at 11 o'clock tomorrow, won't you go out in the afternoon?"

 "Not going out." Mu Yao responded, finally able to come back.

 "Well, then wait for me at home," Jian Ming said with a chuckle: "Auntie is not here today, have you eaten well?"

 Mu Yao glanced at Mu Yaoyi, who was looking down at the menu, and replied: "Yes, I am eating outside with my mother now."

 "Your mother? Oh, then go ahead and say hello to me."

 "Well, okay." Mu Yao didn't want to say more now. Jian Ming also hung up the phone.

 Mu Yao put away the phone and washed the two people's cups and bowls with tea. Mu Yaoyi suddenly said: "You don't go home because of the person on the phone, right?"

 Mu Yao shook his hand and poured out the hot tea: "What did you say?"

 Mu Yaoyi still bowed his head and bowed, with a smile on his lips: "Tell me what you just heard." Then he slowly raised his head, and the light shone on his graceful and elegant facial features, and his smile showed a gentle and pitiful sadness. Mu Yao opened his eyes. There were a lot of people in the restaurant, and people were drinking and drinking. Only their corner was stubbornly silent.

 They broke up outside the restaurant. Mu Yaoyi always didn't like to appear in front of familiar people at the same time as him. He knew her habits, so he only watched her get into a taxi and did not take her to the train station.

 The next day, Mu Yao didn't wait for Jian Ming at home. He took an hour's drive to the airport, but the flight happened to be delayed. He didn't bother to have breakfast before coming, he was tired and hungry from waiting. It wasn't until 1 p.m. that he saw the familiar figure walking out of the passage. The moment the eyes met, Mu Yao's eyes were sore. He wanted to cry and laugh at the same time. It didn't matter if he was waiting, hungry or tired, as long as he could see him a moment earlier.

 When Jian Ming saw Mu Yao, he told his accompanying subordinates to go first, and then walked towards him with a smile: "Why are you waiting here?"

 Mu Yao smiled and said goodbye, and Jian Jing didn't ask any more questions. The two people walked side by side to the parking lot. The fingers they occasionally touched while walking brought a warm suction. Mu Yao turned to look at Jian Ming, the man with slender eyebrows and bright eyes. There was a gentle smile on her lips. He had nothing to say and asked, "Didn't you come here without a car?"

 "Company car." Jianming replied, "Did you worry about your family when you didn't go back during the summer vacation? Where does your mother live? Shall I invite her to dinner?"

 "No, she went back yesterday." Mu Yao did not want to talk about this, and said: "It has been raining here for two days, but it is fine today."

 "Is it? Isn't that boring you?" Concise smile asked.

 "Just..." Muyao pout, not so simple.

 "Oh, little one." Jian rubs his hair, opens the door, and sits in.

 The two people in the car, I don't know who looked at whom first, Mu Yao felt the deep black eyes staring at his own closer and closer, breathing warmly on his face, and then the kiss fell, very light, very soft, not aggressive, but let him electric tensed body.

 The simple lips temporarily left, and the boy quietly closed his eyes under his gaze, the slightly opened lips are tender and delicate. So the interrupted kiss fell again, this time the kiss was graceful, deep, and long, Mu Yao felt that their breath was lost, can only relied on the man's lips and tongue to transmit oxygen, the feeling of a wave of numbness came, let him involuntarily gently shiver.