Not Spare the Years

A winding road, along the shoreline of the lake, seems to be endless.

The lights on both sides of the road cast small spots of light, and the long road alternates between light and dark, like a python with uniform lines hovering by the lake.

It was too late, and only one or two cars passed by accident on the road.

"Om—" drove past, bringing a chilly evening breeze.

Mu Xueyi walked very slowly, taking a deep step and a shallow step.

She can't walk fast either. She can usually go a little faster with a cane. Without a cane, it's like she's back in rehab.

Although her ankle hurts a lot, she has been through this pain for a whole year, and she is no longer so squeamish.

Just such a sting...

Suddenly some memories came back to her.

Memories of those rehab periods.

At that time, because the heart disease had not been completely cured, she could always see the hallucinations she imagined.

The most common one is Zhou Zhenyue.

When eating, when she looked up, Ah Yue seemed to be sitting across from her.

Holding the bowl, while eating the vegetables delicately, he frowned and said, "Don't look at me, eat your meal quickly."

When she was sleeping, half-dream and half-awake, Ah Yue lay beside her.

Touching her hair, she said "Xueyi is good".

Every time he couldn't hold on to the rehabilitation, sweat mixed with tears blurred his vision.

As soon as she turned her head, she saw Ah Yue standing beside her, reaching out to her and whispering softly:

"Don't be afraid, I will help you."

Mu Xueyi often wondered, does she really need Zhou Zhenyue to help her?

Actually not.

She needs Zhou Zhenyue.

But she had learned to hold that illusory hand.

She understands that some things are more appropriate to put in her heart as a sustenance than to actually rely on them.

Her love for her has not diminished.

only…

She knows what is forbearance and restraint in love.

Mu Xueyi held onto the railing of the lake shoreline, closed her eyes and groped for a walk, feeling the coolness of the evening wind blowing on her face.

The gold handcuffs on the left wrist collided with the iron railing, making a crisp bumping sound, like the toy train I saw in the window when I was a child.

While walking, suddenly, I heard footsteps running from far to near behind me.

Obviously, it may be a passerby running at night, or a staff member who is in a hurry to get to the night shift.

He clearly knew that the strange feeling that suddenly surged up in his heart was probably an illusion.

But Mu Xueyi stopped immediately—

He turned his head eagerly.

Under the street light, Zhou Zhenyue stopped behind her panting.

The light hit Zhou Zhenyue's clear-cut face, her chest heaved violently, her long hair had been ruffled by the wind, and her temples were wet with sweat.

She had her cane in her hand, clenched tightly.

Mu Xueyi's fingers holding the railing tightened instantly, looking at Zhou Zhenyue like this, the top of her heart was rubbed violently.

Street lights dim.

There was also the moisture of the lake in the night wind.

Zhou Zhenyue gasped for a while, tried to calm her breathing, and took another two steps forward.

She looked at Mu Xueyi's ankle, and her brows seemed to be wrinkled.

a long time.

She asked in a barely audible voice:

"Does it hurt?"

Mu Xueyi thought that she was strong enough to say the word "no pain" calmly.

But when she saw the real Zhou Zhenyue standing in front of her and asked if she was in pain, the tip of her nose suddenly became sour.

She can stay sane at all times.

But only at this moment, she suddenly wanted to be as willful as before.

"I…"

Mu Xueyi's voice was dyed with a trace of abnormal emotions, like choking.

"…pain."

Zhou Zhenyue pursed her lips tightly, raised the cane in her hand, and wanted to hand it to Mu Xueyi.

But halfway through, she paused.

let it go again.

At the end, she turned around and turned her back to Mu Xueyi.

The hand on the cane is getting tighter and tighter.

Until the back of the hand lost its blood.

Just when Mu Xueyi thought she was leaving.

Zhou Zhenyue lowered her head and bent down.

"Come up."

Zhou Zhenyue nodded her head sideways, under the dim yellow street lamp, her pupils were soaked in a soft shimmer.

"I'll carry you."

Mu Xueyi blinked several times before holding back the tears that were about to fall out of her eyes.

She suppressed the throbbing in her heart, and walked over cautiously with a lame leg.

Gently, gently, lying on Zhou Zhenyue's back.

Zhou Zhenyue carried the person on her back steadily, because she had just run a long way, and she was a little tired, so she put Mu Xueyi's cane on the ground.

Leaning on it, slowly walked back.

There is a person on the back, very tired. But Zhou Zhenyue's heart suddenly gave birth to some happiness.

Fortunately, Mu Xueyi's feet have not fully recovered.

In this way, she was given a chance to carry her on her back.

Just after Mu Xueyi left, for more than 20 minutes, Zhou Zhenyue didn't know how she stayed. There was a mess in my mind, the chaos became a blank, all the nerves were rusted, and I couldn't think about anything.

It's instinct to chase.

Including seeing Mu Xueyi staggering on the railing, saying "I'll carry you" is also instinct.

Mu Xueyi's arm was wrapped around her neck, and when she lowered her eyes, she could see the pure gold handcuffs glowing with metal cold light on Mu Xueyi's left wrist.

The heart is settled in an instant.

The man who gave meaning to her life was tightly handcuffed on her back.

Never leave her again.

- I can't live without her.

- I really can't live without her.

Zhou Zhenyue thought so, her heart was sour and sweet.

She had such a deep bond with a person, which was actually not a good thing for a businessman like her who should have been cold-blooded. This will be her eternal weakness, and she will surrender to it and be controlled by it all her life.

However, for the rest of her life, she will be firmly tied to this person, accompanied and hand in hand.

Someone to accompany the whole life...

Really, so looking forward to it.

Looking forward to Zhou Zhenyue's desire to put a real handcuff on herself and Mu Xueyi, handcuffing her right hand and Xueyi's left hand at the same time.

They intertwined their fingers.

Walk side by side.

Never separate again.

Mu Xueyi was on Zhou Zhenyue's back, swaying slightly as she walked, and she couldn't help thinking of how Zhou Zhenyue also carried her through the water in the village that was forced to stop by a collapse more than a year ago.

When she walked to the entrance of the village, she also gave her two little ducks with peppercorns and fennel.

Thinking of this, Mu Xueyi asked in a low voice:

"Pepper and fennel, how are they?"

Zhou Zhenyue recovered from those deep thoughts, and went through the question of Mu Xueyi in her mind.

A bit of bitterness poured out instantly.

She cares about ducks, but she doesn't care about herself.

"Does it have anything to do with you?"

Zhou Zhenyue's tone was cold.

Mu Xueyi was silent for a while and said, "Ayue, after all, I left you twice, you should be angry no matter what. But I... also want to chat with you. In the past year, I..."

Zhou Zhenyue didn't finish listening: "I'm not interested in what happened to you in the past year."

Mu Xueyi opened his mouth, but stopped talking.

"Mu Xueyi, selling miserably is already something you would only do if you were weak in the past," Zhou Zhenyue's voice was full of rationality, "You are so powerful now, and you are still selling miserably with me, can't you justify it. Mr. Mu?"

"...Forget it," Mu Xueyi pursed her lips and smiled, "If you don't want to hear it, then I won't say it."

Before they knew it, they had already walked back to the riverside apartment.

When taking the elevator, Mu Xueyi took the initiative to get off Zhou Zhenyue's back. Zhou Zhenyue handed her the cane, and she leaned on the cane to the innermost part of the elevator car, standing against the wall.

During the lift of the elevator, Mu Xueyi took the initiative to speak:

"My engagement with Shen Huaixing has never been terminated. I warned her, but she is still very stubborn. I will find a way to terminate this engagement as soon as possible, don't worry."

Zhou Zhenyue crossed her arms and leaned on the other side of the elevator wall, sneering dutifully:

"You don't have to break the engagement, you can marry her. Be her wife, be my lover. Sleep with her in the first half of the night, come and sleep with me in the second half of the night, and you can talk to me after you're done, who technology is better.”

Zhou Zhenyue felt that she had gone too far, and Mu Xueyi should be angry.

But Mu Xueyi's expression was still light, and she was not angry at Zhou Zhenyue's ridicule.

She sighed softly and said, "Ayue, is this really what you want?"

Now it's Zhou Zhenyue's turn to be speechless.

After a long while, she forced herself to spit out something that sounded extremely indifferent:

"right."

"...I'm guilty," Mu Xueyi stroked the round wooden faucet of the cane in his palm, "If you want to nail me to the pillar of shame, I have nothing to say. I will do whatever you want."

She raised her eyes and her voice became much lighter, "As long as you don't think I'm dirty, that's fine."

Zhou Zhenyue's fingers tightened instantly.

Both hands clenched into fists.

Back in the room, Zhou Zhenyue sent away all the bodyguards and said to Mu Xueyi:

"Don't go back tonight."

Mu Xueyi understood what she meant, and consciously walked to the bathroom and began to take a shower.

After she finished washing, Zhou Zhenyue also went to take a bath.

The hot water runs from the top of the hair to the back.

Washed away her sanity, attached to the foam.

After washing, Zhou Zhenyue wiped her hair and entered the bedroom, suppressing her unconsciously accelerated heartbeat, and looked up.

Mu Xueyi sat on the left side of the bed, with one leg bent, and the hem of the bathrobe was brought up, revealing two slender porcelain white legs. Nothing. The warm table light slopes from thigh to ankle without any hindrance.

She lowered her head and was gloving her right hand.

She never shows her right hand, and even if she is about to go to bed, she wears gloves.

Zhou Zhenyue felt dazzling.

Just like putting his right hand into a glove, Mu Xueyi put his whole body into the sleeve.

No one will see her, including her Zhou Zhenyue.

Zhou Zhenyue turned off the light and took off her bathrobe in the darkness.

With her hair still wet, she lay down beside Mu Xueyi, held Mu Xueyi's shoulders, and kissed it.

Do it silently.

Zhou Zhenyue did not make a sound, and Mu Xueyi also suppressed herself from making a sound.

In the air, I could only hear a slight panting that I couldn't help, and a little bit of a faint smell of fishy sweetness.

While doing it, Zhou Zhenyue thought groggyly:

Will Xueyi really marry Shen Huaixing?

Will Xueyi sleep with Shen Huaixing?

Should she expect to see Xue Yi being so obedient to her that she is really willing to endure the shame and have **** with others, or should she expect Xue Yi to be so angry that she refutes her excessive demands out of control?

Confused, everything she did became intense.

Put the other person's leg on your shoulder.

Press down.

It's like breaking this person alive.

Three hours.

After three full hours of intense entanglement.

Zhou Zhenyue was so tired that she slept on the soft pillow, her long black hair spread all over her back, and her temples were soaked with sweat.

Mu Xueyi endured the tearing pain and wiped herself clean.

He took out a few more pieces of paper, folded them, leaned over carefully, and gently wiped the sweat from Zhou Zhenyue's forehead and the bridge of his nose.

The moonlight outside the window streamed over the bed.

In the moonlight, the sleeping Zhou Zhenyue's brows finally stretched out. Quiet and soft, as always.

Mu Xueyi rounded up the wiped toilet paper and threw it into the trash can by the bed.

When he turned around, he saw Zhou Zhenyue's peaceful sleeping face.

She looked at it for a while, and couldn't help raising her hand, her fingers floating above Zhou Zhenyue's hair, under the moonlight, tracing her outline.

The eyebrows couldn't help but wrinkle slightly.

As she traced, her hand suddenly stopped in the air.

Bury your face deeply into the pillow.

The strength that had been disguised for a day finally fell apart at this moment in the middle of the night.

Sobbing was muffled in the pillow.

She didn't let a single tear flow out of this little pillow.

The author has something to say: you see, doi, how sweet

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