Geyi extra (6)

Summer is here.

In the mountains and forests, the air is still pure and cool.

The manor is covered with green trees, and the back houses of the courtyard at a corner of the garden are built with white stone roads, winding towards the west. On both sides of the road, red flowers fall from the stone steps. Outside the crescent door, grape sheds and flower stands are covered with the courtyard.

This is a place to cool down in the back house.

The windows are bright and the table is clean, and the bed is clean; the branches of wind chimes also penetrate the room, and the pink buds quietly peek at the people in the room.

"Murder... refers to the act of illegally depriving others of their lives with malicious intentions."

Zhen Yi stroked the hair hanging down in his ears, pressed the thick criminal code, and took notes seriously while chanting it lightly.

“…The murder must have some kind of (whether express or implied) presumption of malicious intentions that constitute murder…”

There are several thick stacks of books on the wooden vine table, such as etc.

"After the death penalty is abolished, legal murder can be divided into three categories..." She recited softly, lowered her head, and the hair behind her ear fell down again, covering her vision.

My mind was disrupted for a second.

She stopped writing, her eyes slanted, and her mouth tilted and her hair flew around.

Yan Ge heard the movement opposite the Vineyard, raised his eyes and saw her blowing her hair happily, and she really lived up to her title of model for entertaining herself.

He raised his eyes for a moment, but his hands didn't stop. The next second, he lowered his head and continued to write.

Zhen Yi blew a few times, and soon got tired of playing. He grabbed his hair and prepared to continue reading, but his eyes fell on him inadvertently.

The sunlight before noon passed through the gauze window, warm and hazy, and his eyebrows lowered his eyes were as beautiful as a painting.

Zhen Yi found that his eyelashes were very long, and because they were hanging down, they looked increasingly dark and dense. She had no reason to have the urge to kiss his eyes.

The slightly drunk sunlight made his cheeks look white and transparent. He was such a beautiful man.

She looked at him for a few seconds, and her heart could not help but beating faster.

His eyes slowly moved down, and his fingers were white and slender, holding on to the brush, quietly and focused on writing the memories between them on the black notebook.

She really admired him.

They had known each other for 12 years, and he remembered every word she said, even the tone and mood after each sentence.

He said that a lightning and candlestick caught fire at the end of last year burned most of his notebooks, but it didn't matter, it couldn't burn his memory.

He can re-record, this time, with her.

In the past two months, he took her to the bus stop where they first met and told her that she fell from the sky like a sun, smiling and turning back, and since then, illuminating his life;

He took her to their school and told her that their classroom was separated by seven floors and a small playground, and they met nine times a day on class days;

He took her for a walk in the stadium and told her that she was riding and running on the grass with a broom; told her that she jumped high and stretched like a bird;

He took her to the library and told her that she hated the library the most because she was too active and couldn't sit still. When he was reading, she moved around and made all kinds of sounds, like a little mouse grinding her teeth;

He said that at that time, the teachers and classmates at the school thought that they were really disagreeable.

But he felt that they were together well; he could only feel happy when she was swaying around him.

He took her to the top of the teaching building to see the stars and told her that she remembered the wrong time that night and did not see the meteor shower, but he taught her to know the zodiac sign; and she later secretly looked for books to read and learn about the zodiac signs, and he knew it;

He took her to lie on the road and looked at the sky, telling her that her eyes could always see all the beauty of the city and nature, and he liked her to shout and share the wonderful things in her eyes with him;

He took her to Nanchong to see the fireflies and told her that from that day on, they were together and became boyfriend and girlfriend; from Nanchong back to school, she occupied the seat beside him; after getting off the bus, he inserted his pocket and walked silently, she followed him, grabbed his sleeves, pursed his lips and smiled bitterly, and the strange combination of the two shocked the students' chins (of course, the latter sentence was described by Zhen Yi back then);

He took her to the abandoned residential building of the factory and told her that she had prepared a plate of diamond fruit for him to eat. Later... he also told her that they hid in the closet, and later...

He took her to the back mountain of the school and told her that once the school organized a night climb, they fell behind and kissed under a pink Xifu flower tree. They were seen and spread throughout the school, breaking the rumors that he was not willing to be with her... He could not hear any rumors, but she was very proud, and from then on the campus, they all held their heads and chests high;

He remembered every detail of her relationship with him clearly.

Zhen Yi was actually very amazed, marveling at the fact that she had loved him so passionately, which sounded like some unconvincing feat.

But she believed that every sentence recorded in his black diary was followed by him throughout every corner of the city, obsessed with every inadvertent gentle movement and every unintentional and clear expression; it was not difficult to fall in love with a man like him again. However, there was also some kind of bond in the dark,

Apart from destiny, nothing seems to be able to explain clearly.

She was also amazed at him; she was amazed at his 12 years, always responding to her so sincerely; she was amazed at his pure heart, engraving her "colorful light" in his eyes.

...

It was a wonderful journey.

Zhen Yi bit the pen and stared at him in a daze.

Yan Ge, who lowered his eyebrows and wrote, seemed to feel her gaze. He slowly raised his eyes, bumped into her silly smile, pursed his lips and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Oh~ It's so strange." She frowned and sighed in a striking voice, "I feel happy just by looking at you."

He smiled faintly and said, "It just so happens that I feel it too."

I always felt so.

After saying that, the man lowered his head and continued to write.

Zhen Yi didn't say much and continued to review her laws.

But this time, for some reason, it was like a conditioned reflex, and his feet were unconsciously lifted up and placed them spontaneously on the opposite chair. They crawled between his legs, arched their left and rubbed their right, and found a comfortable position, and finally climbed on his legs and stopped moving.

“…”

Yan Ge looked up at her, and saw that she was not aware of her "rogue" behavior and had already focused on reading.

Of course he didn't mind, and he also felt a faint joy because of her unconscious and familiar movements.

It was early summer, outside the wooden window, the tassel trees were covered with white flowers, covered with frost and snow, which was clear and pleasant;

In the wooden window, the wind was blowing and the fragrance of flowers was faint. The two of them sat opposite the table, doing their own things and saying nothing. This was great.

...

It's one pm, it's time to take a nap.

In the past two months, both of them have been sleeping in separate beds. She slept on the bed and he slept on the bed. Today, she pulled him to the bed, as she was most used to: holding his hands and feet on him, like holding a doll bear.

He had long been used to her sleeping style with her fangs and claws, and he would not be unable to sleep because of this.

However, he knew that she was afraid of heat, so he asked, "Will you feel hot when you hold it like this?"

"No." She didn't care, "and even if it was hot, I could endure it."

"..." He had nothing to say and closed his eyes.

The mountain breeze blows in on the terrace, lifting up the garland curtains of thousands of grass colors, making them cool and cool.

"Um..." Zhen Yi murmured, "Are I going to squeeze you out?"

"No." He said warmly, "You always take a lot of sleep."

She pursed: "Of course, I have to turn over and stretch."

"Well, I know." He responded, with a very faint smile in his tone.

The afternoon breeze blows on your face, making you lazy, it is a good time to take a nap.

She hugged his body and when she was drowsy, she opened her eyes and saw several tall jacaranda trees outside the curtain and beside the terrace.

At the end of April, it is the time when flowers are in full bloom.

Without leaves, a tree of flowers, lilac and dark purple, blooming all over the world, reflecting the shallow sky, beautiful like a fairyland on earth.

"Is that Jacaranda?" she asked in his ear, he told her last time.

"Yeah." He closed his eyes, calm and leisurely, and felt a little sleepy.

She stared blankly and muttered,

“Is there any flower language in Jacaranda?”

"have."

“What is it?”

"..." He woke up a little, slowly opened his eyes, "...waiting for love in despair."

"No wonder it's so beautiful," she said softly.

She looked at it in a daze, remembering that she accidentally heard him talking to Yan Xu. He said that true love needs to be waited, and anyone can say that she loves you, but not everyone can wait for you.

Even though Zhen Yi lost her memory, she knew that the love between them was waiting and hardship in despair.

She still remembered that two months ago, she heard Yange's mother say to him: "Do you want to tolerate her like this? Yange, she was injured and really needed to be tolerant; but tolerant is a very tired posture, and no one can bear it for long."

And that time, Yan Ge did not answer.

Faced with all kinds of doubts, he never answered or argued verbally, he had to act.

Zhen Yi's heart was as warm as the melting spring water. He leaned against his neck inadvertently. He felt the uniform and powerful pulsation on his neck, and a hint of intimacy throbbing in his heart inexplicably.

It was clearly early summer, and the weather was cool, but she felt a little hot.

"Shi Yi?"

"Hmm?" He closed his eyes and his voice was scattered.

Her hands penetrated into his thin T-shirt, gently stroked the tight skin on his abdomen, murmured with a hint of sleepy laziness, and asked, "Have we done the work of creating a child Yan Yingning before?"

"……Um."
Chapter completed!