After the divorce, the boss doted on me

Jiayi looked at him stupidly, what did he say?
What was he jealous of that cup for?
Maybe it was the magic of the rum, maybe it was the indoor lighting, maybe it was the sleeping Paris outside the window that bewitched her, anyway, she felt that his eyes seemed to be getting more and more gentle?
She wasn't sure because he was so close to her that her eyes couldn't get a proper focus.

"Jiayi," he called her name softly, his voice was low and whispering.

This is the first time he called her like this, so tenderly.

He got closer to her, so close that she closed her eyes, because his enlarged eyes gave her an inexplicable palpitation.The warm feeling embraced her, she only struggled a bit, knocked down the ice bucket placed beside the carpet, she heard the broken ice cubes spilled on the floor, and the gurgling sound of wine splashing on the floor.

"The wine was spilled," she said.

"Let it splash," he replied.

Gu Weisheng got closer and closer to her, she subconsciously grabbed the corner of the clothes under her body, she was short of breath, for some reason, the image of her sister and Yi Zecheng suddenly flashed in her mind.

Her heart sank suddenly, then she opened her eyes and turned her head away.

Gu Weisheng stopped on the spot with some embarrassment, then smiled softly, "No rush, take your time."

Looking at Gu Weisheng, Jiayi felt a little uneasy, so she changed the topic: "Unexpectedly, the moon in Paris is so charming."

Gu Weisheng looked in the direction of Jiayi, neon lights were shining, street lamps were like beads, and a round of moon was sandwiched between the forest-like tall buildings, blurred and hazy, like halos on marble, not clear, but deep into the texture .

She murmured, "The moon 30 years ago should have been a reddish-yellow halo the size of a copper coin."

He grew up abroad since he was a child, and he also knew that this was a sentence from Eileen Chang.

The woman in front of her was completely different from before. She boasted that she was selfish and had a dark heart, but she didn't think that she would still read Zhang Ailing.

He has been abroad for many years, and most of the Chinese women he met can't even speak Mandarin. It is rare for her to have the delicacy and elegance of her homeland.

She said: "The domestic pollution is too heavy. In a few years, I'm afraid you won't even be able to see the moon clearly."

He suddenly said, "There is a place where we can see clearly."

At the next intersection, he turned the car around abruptly and didn't say anything to her. She vaguely guessed something in her heart. Sure enough, he drove the car all the way out of the city and came to a remote mountain foot.

There were not many cars on the mountain road, and the two street lights jumped out of the window one after another, like lonely shooting stars.

It took a long time to see the two lampposts on the opposite side, which were long and straight. They were the headlights of the cars coming from the opposite side.

Countless lights and shadows were quickly left behind, and more lights greeted them one after another. The car seemed to pass through the misty fog, turning a corner, turning another corner, and driving straight up along the mountain road.

In fact, there is no fog at all. There are trees on both sides of the road, and the shadows of branches and branches are reflected on the front window glass of the car, like thin and brittle ice in winter.

I still remember when I was a child in boarding school, when I got up in the morning, there would be frost flowers outside the glass windows of the dormitory. It was so beautiful, but it didn't last long.

She also didn't want to think deeply, but just let him drive the car forward.

When he reached the top of the mountain, he slowly turned off the car and stopped.

She opened the door and got out of the car. The night was as cold as water, there were chirping insects in the grass beside the road, and the wind was like countless tiny hands, passing through the skirt of her clothes and rushing into her arms.

The city at the foot of the mountain is a sea of ​​lights, like a thousand pearls that have been overturned, piled up and piled up to form a crystal clear depth of the world of mortals.

When I looked up, I could see the moon. Against the backdrop of the vast sea of ​​lights below, the moon seemed smaller and farther away.

The moonlight was blue-gray, shining on the person's body, like a thin layer of veil, which would rustle when rubbed a little.

But the sound is also pleasant, reminiscent of ivory white taffeta, trimmed with Moroccan glass yarn, and the long skirt drags across the grass, it is so rustling.

Without saying a word, she went to the steps and sat down with her elbows on her knees, like a child solemnly meditating.

He also walked up to her and sat down, the distance was not close, but not far away, like children sitting in a row playing house.

He didn't speak, so she didn't speak, the two of them sat and watched the moon quietly, a small, bright white ball in the distance.

I don't know how many people's lives it has seen. The bright moon doesn't understand the bitterness of parting and hatred, and the slanting light reaches the dawn of Zhuhu.

It actually knows it too, but it has seen too many joys and sorrows, so it finally becomes hard and brittle, and the light is also thin and cold, without a trace of pity.

The wind picked up, and it felt a little cool on the person, Gu Weisheng also felt it, took off his coat and put it on her shoulders, he hesitated when he dropped his hand, as if he wanted to hold something, but he shrank back after all.

His coat smelled of him, the smell of clean shaving water and shower gel, she tucked her chin into the collar, and the crisp suit collar made her feel like a little sojourner crab, safe and secure inside her shell Yes, appropriate, but the magnificent ocean outside is too vast and boundless, which makes people feel timid.

"Jiayi."

He finally called her name, she turned her face very quickly, even she herself was puzzled, in fact, she must have been waiting, she had been waiting, waiting for this call.

Gu Weisheng didn't ask, but she said it herself: "My sister has suffered a lot. If I could, I hope my mother didn't give birth to me. Maybe in this way, my sister wouldn't leave so early. In this case, everything after that will not matter." will happen."

His voice was very soft, but there was a touch of sadness, "There are many things in this world that are forced. This is probably life, and we always have to learn to compromise."

Jiayi couldn't help but smiled softly.

"what are you laughing at?"

"I was just thinking, if one day you stop being a doctor, you can become a teacher, or a heart doctor, and see when you say the truth, one set after another."

"Being a teacher? Well, that's not bad. In ancient times, Zhou Shuren abandoned medicine and followed literature, and now I, Gu Weisheng, imitated it. It's not a bad idea."

Jiayi sighed, half-jokingly said: "Let's forget it."

"how?"

"If you really become a teacher, I'm afraid the students won't concentrate on class."

He smiled, "Could it be that I have no dignity in your eyes?"

Jiayi shook her head, "No, I'm afraid that the students won't be in the mood to attend class when they see your face."

"Thank you for the compliment."

"You're welcome."

Sitting for too long, his tie was a little crooked. The small square grid pattern was slightly twisted into countless diamond shapes, and the loose Windsor knots set off his handsome face.

He has a handsome silhouette, like a statue, with fine beads of sweat on the tip of his nose. In such a cold night, he is actually sweating, which adds a sense of realism to his person.His eyes are deep, with narrow and long single eyelids, like the deepest trench in the world, one can fall into it and never come out again.

The hard concrete slab under her body suddenly melted into a sponge, as if she was sitting on a boat, and the whole world heaved, as if she was feeling dizzy.

For some reason, Jiayi thought of Yi Zecheng.

I still remember that during the three years of marriage, she yelled at Yi Zecheng and begged him to take her around, but Yi Zecheng always ignored her because he was busy.

Now, she finally had the chance to come out for a walk, but the people around her were already changed.

"How do you look at the moon differently from domestic ones?"

"No difference."

Yes, there is no difference, it is exactly the same as the moon she saw when she climbed up the mountain with her sister when she was a child.

The two stopped talking, just looked up at the moon quietly.

The wind blowing on people is cold, as if blowing away the embers of those fireworks, all the prosperity has fallen.

The black velvet night gently surrounded her, everything permeated without a trace, like a dream, only soundless darkness when waking up; or like a child being haunted by a nightmare, crying loudly Struggling to wake up, the surroundings are quiet, even the crying is a dream.

She felt that her body was freezing, but she stood up as if nothing had happened, and said with a smile: "It's nothing, the moonlight is beautiful."

She returned his coat to him, and walked straight to the car. The coat was already stained with her breath. She doesn't like to use perfume, but there is a faint fragrance on her body, which reminds him of the large clouds in North America. Cedar primeval forest, blue alpine lake, deep lake water, even the reflection is clean and clear.

He didn't know whether the fragrance stayed on the coat or in his heart.

Gu Weisheng answered the phone and went out. He sent himself downstairs to the hotel and left. Before leaving, he told her: "Rest early."

The suite she lived in was on the seventh floor of the hotel.

The elevator in this hotel is a gorgeous antique elevator. Although it is a European-style building, it has a medieval style inside.

After entering the elevator, she pulled on the carved antique iron gate, and she was the only one in the elevator leaning on the iron gate, dazed in a daze.

The elevator was slowly ascending, and there was a light blue light in the elevator, reflecting the shadow of the iron grid on the white wall, climbing slowly one by one, and her temples were also slowly aching. .

It is probably because I have been blowing in the mountains for a long time, and I may have a cold.

She felt that her nose was a little stuffy.Even the spirit is a little trance.

The elevator bell rang, and the seventh floor arrived.

Jiayi stood alone in the corridor, the corridor was empty, the wallpaper pattern on the wall was glowing with a dark silver light, for some reason loneliness came up, the surrounding air was cold, at the end of the corridor was a window, a ray of The wind swirls in, and it makes people feel chills on the body.

She swiped the room card and turned into the room. She was exhausted, turned off the light, climbed onto the bed, and fell asleep in a daze.

The next day, Jiayi didn't know if Gu Weisheng slept last night, or if he went back to the hotel last night. In short, when she got up to open the door, she saw Gu Weisheng still in a suit and leather shoes, looking energetic, she was a little dazed.

At a glance, he and Yi Zecheng are both people living in a glass cover.