Don’t Turn from Summer

Feng Chen's office in Lin City, located in cbd. Nearby are high-rise buildings. In the middle of these buildings, there is a square. There are only a few luxury flagship stores by the square, gorgeous and deserted. Mu Hanxia followed Lin Mochen from a distance and watched his figure walk through the square. Somehow, he didn't want to call him.

He bought a cup of coffee at Starbucks.

He was standing by the square with a cup of coffee, in a black coat, with a handsome figure and a faint look.

Today the square is quite lively, with a group of young people playing skateboarding. There is also a speaker next to it, playing music with cheerful rhythms. They skidded and laughed at each other, and the night seemed to come to life.

Mu Hanxia quietly walked around the steps behind him. This mood is soft, looking at his lover.

He didn't notice it, drinking coffee slowly. Mu Hanxia looked at his back, took out his mobile phone, and texted him, "What are you doing?"

He pulled out his phone and jumped his fingers.

"thinking of you."

Mu Hanxia stood behind a cylinder, pursed her lips and smiled, and said, "My mouth is sweet."

"What are you doing?" He replied.

"Oh, I don't think about you as much as you do. I'm busy and serious, so I don't talk much."

After sending this text message, she poked out her head from behind the pillar, only to see he held the phone to his ear, and at the same time, the phone on her body rang crisply.

Mu Hanxia: "..."

Lin Mochen quickly put down his mobile phone and turned around to see the woman on the steps with only a head on her head.

He smiled and walked up the steps: "Seriously? So you like to peep at me?"

Mu Hanxia "cut" and reached out and hugged him, "I'll give you a surprise."

He had a distinct alcoholic body, and it seemed that he was drinking a lot. Mu Hanxia felt distressed for no reason and hugged him without talking.

The two sat down by the steps, and Lin Mochen continued to drink coffee calmly. After a while, Mu Hanxia leaned his head on his thigh. He looked down at her, then reached out and stroked her face gently. Mu Hanxia felt his long fingers sliding on her cheeks, and she didn't move.

Not far away, young skateboarders are still jumping and playing, and the sound of music is no longer indifferent.

I don't know when it will snow. Under the deep sky, tiny snowflakes fell in front of them. Mu Hanxia reached out and smiled. Lin Mochen looked at the snow calmly.

The skateboarding youths were jubilant. They were probably also a very interesting group of people. They tuned the music softly, and then stood on the skateboards in pairs and started dancing ballroom dance. Some are probably couples, hugging and kissing directly, slowly swinging in Xiaoxue.

"Let's go dancing, too," Mu Hanxia said suddenly.

Lin Mochen didn't move, and said "heh ..." Mu Hanxia pulled him up resolutely, dragged him down the steps, and then took his hands.

The snow was slowly descending and the street lights were dim. The sound of music lingered in the empty square. There are strangers next to it. Lin Mochen was holding Mu Hanxia, ​​and Mu Hanxia was hugging him. Holding it gently, the two moved slowly as the music paced. The solid wood in summer and cold did not dance at all, and Lin Mochen took her.

But this moment, in this moment of silence, all the troubles are not important to Mu Hanxia. She buried her face in his arms, and his arms seemed to belong to her world at this moment.

She thought, may he be safe. I hope God has eyes, so that this man she loves and admires will always be safe and smooth.

What was he thinking about? She looked up at him.

But he only saw his eyes as dark as a reef on the sea floor, as if at first sight.

If this man does not speak, you can never see through his heart.

...

The cell phone rang, and they released. Mu Hanxia took a look, looked slightly, and looked up at Lin Mochen: "I'll take a call."

He nodded.

Mu Hanxia took two steps outside, then turned to look at his standing figure, and then picked up: "hello!"

It was the phone call from across the ocean that caused her heart to throb and throb. The other person smiled and asked her some questions in the application materials, and then did not say the application results, but asked her to wait a few more days.

When Mu Hanxia answered the phone, Lin Mochen's cell phone also happened to ring. He picked up his back to her.

It's Anthony: "Jason, we've calculated it. Even if you mortgage your clothing business and add the money you recently raised, it's not enough ..."

Anthony was about to cry.

Lin Mochen hung up the phone, turned around and saw Mu Hanxia came over.

"Who's calling?" He asked.

Suddenly Mu Hanxia, ​​the moment the two looked at each other, her heart suddenly empty.

"... Friend." She replied with a smile, "He Jing, do you remember?" He said a moment after he slammed his cell phone: "How about you? Who called you?"

"Anthony." He looked dull.

"What is it?" She asked with concern.

"It's all right."

Both were silent for a while. Strangely, the music is still the music just before, and the snowflakes are still fluttering lightly, but neither seems to have the mood to dance.

"Let's go," he said indifferently.

"Ok."

The two took a few steps side by side, obviously holding hands, but Mu Hanxia just felt that the atmosphere was wrong. So close, but silently alienated. She suddenly felt uncomfortable.

After a moment of silence, she suddenly stopped, reached out, and hugged him. Lin Mochen looked down, she had tiptoe, and kissed his lips warmly.

Time seems to be still at this moment.

He was silent for a moment, then hugged her, entangled with her with fierce ferocity never before. Mu Hanxia suddenly remembered the night they first met, and they kissed so madly and so hard to separate.

Breathing entanglements, close faces, and not giving up. Next to him, there was a skateboarding youth whistling. But Lin Mochen ignored it at all, and he had completely occupied her in his arms, wantonly seizing it.

The dancing was a bit hot just now, and Mu Hanxia's coat was unbuttoned. At this moment his hand pierced into the coat calmly, holding her body across the sweater. As the kiss grew more unforgiving, his hands wrapped around her waist, resting on her lower abdomen, and suddenly tightened. Mu Hanxia shuddered, apparently he was a very simple movement, but she was almost unable to resist her.

The roar gradually began, and the sky was passing by a stream of fire. Somewhere, someone is setting off fireworks.

"Don't take the initiative to tease me," he whispered in her ear, "I thought I would always be a gentleman? I'm just trying to get away."

There was a sloppy smile in his voice, and it seemed to just tease her. But in Mu Hanxia's heart, it was thrilling.

"Then ... don't be okay," she said softly.

A loud whistle obscured her voice. Mu Hanxia hesitated for a while, but he did not know if he heard it. He hugged her and looked up, and he saw the huge fireworks on the opposite sky, like a sea of ​​enchanting flowers blooming in the snowy night sky. Incomparably bright and indifferent.