black swan girlfriend

The sun was slanting to the west, and the heat in the glass greenhouse located in the wealthy villa area of ​​Nanshi finally dissipated. A girl wiped the left hand of a woman sitting in a wheelchair with a wet towel. The fingers are long and slender, and the bare hands are like green onions. They look pampered, but there are thin calluses in the palms.Shang Jing was accompanied by someone who involuntarily calmed down. She said, "Why are there still calluses?" She pressed her thumb down and rubbed it.

Wen Mingli felt that the hand he was holding was getting stronger and stronger. From the corner of his eyes, he saw Aunt Song poking her head around the corner. She was not used to withdrawing her hand in such an intimate gesture with Shang Jing in front of others.Shang Jing shook his hand and said, "We'll clean it up later."

Wen Mingli looked at her side face, she was so white and fluff could be seen, she still had a student look on her body, what a yellow-haired girl should look like, so others felt the same for her pain, and for her offense, an adult It was also difficult to be genuinely angry, she lowered her voice: "...I am heterosexual."

Shang Jing hummed, and continued to rub her fingers, as if to say that I know, and as if to deal with her nasal sound, the wet wipes made it itchy, Wen Mingli curled up her fingers uncontrollably, and then was caught again She took a breath and continued: "I want to make it clear to you, Shang Jing, I have never had a sex dream about women when I grow up. Women's nudes are not attractive to me. Do you have any? I have everything, how can I have desires?."

"I don't discriminate against homosexuals. I have seen many gays in Los Angeles bars. There are still many states in the United States where same-sex is legal, but even if it is as open as the United States, there are still many Catholics clamoring that homosexuality is a sin and wantonly slandering and insulting. It is even more difficult in China? Sexual orientation It's a very personal issue, protecting it is protecting yourself. Don't be so... so intimate with me in front of others." Wen Mingli resolutely pulled out his hand, Shang Jing bent his palm and didn't want to let it go, but he still looked round and smooth Her fingertips were pulled away from her palm, the corners of her mouth had become stiff, and only Wen Mingli's voice was heard in the entire glass greenhouse.

The heat of the day dissipated, and the chill continued to climb along the soles of her feet. She heard Wen Mingli say: "It's not that I haven't heard of straight men talking with gays for a few years before getting married, but what's the point of this, wasting a few days in vain." Didn't Nianqing separate in the end? I don't like you, I don't have feelings for you, I won't take care of you, I don't care, after all, I won't get hurt if I don't like you, but what about you? I agree to be with you even now Together, what results can you get?"

Shang Jing never thought that this mouth could cut a knife, she threw away the wet towel and stood up to look at her, her eyebrows furrowed as if she was about to get angry in the next second, but she couldn't get angry when she looked at her eyes, she leaned closer to her She said in her ear: "Who said I can't get it?" Her eyes licked her neck, shoulders, and chest, and her eyes continued to move down. Wen Mingli said: "Shang Jing!" She pulled up the loose neckline of her home clothes , A sense of powerlessness surged in my heart.

"Hmph." Shang Jing sneered: "I can get more, Wen Mingli, please understand for me, I am not asking for your consent, I am notifying you." Before she left, she bent down and said: "You wait. "

The glass greenhouse was cleaned up under the busy housekeeping. Aunt Song greeted the flower and bird market and picked some foreign products to put in. The most overbearing fragrance was German roses. Wen Mingli remembered that this belonged to the Rosaceae family, with complicated petals and bright colors. Seeing wood hydrangeas, white tulips, bromeliads... the flowers compete with each other, and whether they can survive depends on the gardener's ability.

Shang Jing took her in for a tour on the first day the flowers were arranged, and spent most of the rest of the time resting on the second basement floor.The door of the game hall is thick and textured, and it is very soundproof. Once the door is closed and the curtains are drawn, it is almost isolated from the world. Sometimes Shang Jing sits cross-legged on the carpet and flips through books, and sometimes leans on the sofa to play a black and white movie... No matter what Whatever you do, Wen Mingli is as rare as a leg pendant, and even has to wait behind the door to go to the bathroom.

The two of them hadn't spoken since that afternoon's open heart-to-heart talk. Director Wang came over several times, and once deliberately sighed in front of Wen Mingli, his eyes glanced at Shang Jing from time to time, waiting for her to ask.

Wen Mingli pretended not to see it. When she first arrived, she was threatened by President Qi and contacted her lawyer friend. The lawyer friend described her situation: a layer of clay was on her feet. Although it took a lot of work to get rid of it, it didn’t hurt. It doesn't itch, if you can't stand it, you can change a pair of shoes.Time passed quietly, and not only did she not get rid of it, but she also let one of her feet step into the quagmire. She wanted to get it out, but the people standing on the shore wanted to push her.

Director Wang was one of the best. He said, "Miss Wen, can I tell you to be sensible?"

Wen Mingli had nothing to do: "It's almost time for dinner." Shang Jing's voice came from behind at the right time, and she was calling Wen Mingli to go upstairs.

Director Wang said: "Shang Jing's condition is getting worse and worse, I hope you can accompany her to the beach to recuperate." He took off the glasses on the bridge of the nose, wiped them with a tissue and put them on again, saying: "I'm not afraid that you know, Now her BP indications are obviously aggravated, and she even has a little hallucinations, but she has a stubborn temper, can't listen to advice, and doesn't accept psychological intervention. If it weren't for you, I don't know what else to do. .”

"She is my niece, and I feel the pain of mental relapse for so many years... I hope you can help her, understand that you should know about bipolar disorder when you grew up in the United States, right? Shang Jing is at this stage right now, she hasn't stepped in yet, but she has already reached the threshold, and it is very dangerous to step in."

"Love is a good medicine."

"I know about you, and I will help you," he said.Director Wang also looked a little tired, he waved his hand: "You go there first, otherwise she's going to lose her temper again."

After Wen Mingli recovered from his foot injury, he took a nap in Shang Jing and went to Nanshi Dashang Supermarket for a walk. There were two red-billed parrots in the middle of the Shangchao. There is a crystal lamp, which will turn slightly at night, just like the night in the world.The development of the country in these years is passing by day by day, and when she comes back every few years and looks at the well-planned streets, she sometimes feels that she can't keep up with the pace.

When Wen's mother first took Wen Mingli abroad, they were considered "smuggled laborers". The visas they held were not reliable and could not withstand too many investigations. With the help of their fellow Chinese, they settled down near Chinatown in Los Angeles.At the beginning, I didn’t even have the money to buy a bed. I picked up a mattress thrown out by someone else on the side of the road and used it as a bed. I rented the attic of a Chinese restaurant owner. When the wind blows, the cold air comes in through the cracks in the wood. The quilt hid in the attic to read.

Fortunately, there is no rain in Los Angeles all year round, so there will be no water leakage.

Mother Wen exhausted all her courage to go from a woman with an iron rice bowl to this step. When she first arrived, she couldn’t speak the language, and her education was like waste paper. rest.It took them nearly 20 years of hard work to get the life they have now, and they seldom go out for short breaks.

——There are no such large buildings in foreign countries due to fire protection restrictions.

Wen Mingli took the sightseeing elevator to the top floor in a novel way. Half of the top floor is a food court, and half is equipped with slides and an inflatable playground to attract children to come to play. The last time Shang Jing thought it was noisy, she didn't let her come here.

Smelling the aroma of food, she first ran to the milk tea shop to buy a sundae.

——Payment in banknotes, it is a bit difficult for her passport to bind the card.

Wen Mingli started to order food while eating the sundae. It was past three o'clock, and it was already past the meal time, but the beauty was sitting by the window with a green skirt with a square collar, and pedestrians couldn't move their legs, so they came in twos and threes to order food.

While waiting for the meal, secretly taking pictures.

When Shang Jing came after her, she went downstairs to try on the shoes. Wen Mingli was sitting on the shoe-changing stool. The shopping guide knelt down and gently took off her shoes, and said, "Do you want to try this pair? You wear pink It's very nice."

Pink and green are simply a disaster, but beauties look beautiful when worn, the color has a strong impact, and there is a wonderful sense of fashion.

Shang Jing kicked her shoes aside, "What a fart."