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But time flies so fast, almost to the end of the last note in the blink of an eye, the bell rang, and everything returned to silence.

With her forehead pressed against Xi Yufeng's shoulder, Jiang Ruo sighed lightly.

As a dance partner, Xi Yufeng is a gentleman: "Are you still dancing?"

"No." Jiang Ruo shook his head, his voice slightly hoarse, "Let's do something happier."

Some days I didn't do it, and this scene went directly from dark to dawn.

Afterwards, Xi Yufeng leaned against the bedside to smoke a cigarette, Jiang Ruo Leng laughed suddenly, and said, "You know, the first time I saw you, I thought you were abstinent, that is, sexual frigidity."

Xi Yufeng said: "I used to think so too."

Jiang Ruo turned to look at him: "Could it be that you were all alone before you met me?"

Xi Yufeng didn't answer, but turned his head to look at him, as if saying - what do you think?

Jiang Ruo was a little puzzled: "No...it shouldn't be, you don't lack a bed partner for your condition, right?"

"Not lacking, but unnecessary." Xi Yufeng said.

"Oh, I understand." Jiang Ruo suddenly realized, "President Xi is pursuing a higher level of happiness, a happiness that is free from low-level fun. This realm is beyond the reach of mere mortals."

Xi Yufeng, who was ridiculed, smoked a cigarette and laughed: "It seems that he still has strength."

"what?"

"So many words."

"..."

The two rolled together again.

During the process, Jiang Ruo kept talking, besides uttering all kinds of provocative cries and unbearable gasps, he kept probing and questioning—what about companionship, conquest, and sinking...is it happiness?

Xi Yufeng didn't want to answer, but he was asked repeatedly, pinching his chin like a tiger impatiently: "Then, are you happy now?"

Because of his body position, Jiang Ruo was forced to twist his neck and look at Xi Yufeng, but his smile was brilliant.

"Happy, of course happy." He straightened his upper body, his back was pressed against Xi Yufeng's slightly sweaty chest, and he stretched his arm behind to touch his hair, "When I thought... only I know about your chest, With a little brown mole, you're just... you're happy to die."

Xi Yufeng's eyes darkened instantly, as if the most primitive desire in his nature was aroused.

"Really?" With his body exerting strength, he asked almost viciously, "What about you, is there anything that only I know?"

"Yes." Jiang Ruo took his hand and placed it on her heart.

"Every time you do this to me, it keeps dancing... I like it so much that I almost die."

In the early morning of the next day, Xi Yufeng got up on time, and half an hour later he got dressed and went to the company.

Jiang Ruo only opened his eyes for half a minute, stretched out his arms from under the quilt, and slowly retracted them. He muttered, "You can fasten the buttons yourself", turned over and went back to sleep.

After getting enough sleep, it was almost noon, and Jiang Ruo stretched out and walked out. First, he saw the shopping bags on the dining table, and then smelled the smell of food from the kitchen. He approached on tiptoe, and shouted "Fang Auntie," Auntie Fang was so frightened that she almost threw the spatula in his head at his head.

Ten minutes later, Jiang Ruo, who finished washing his face and brushing his teeth, went back to the kitchen and stood by the sink to help Aunt Fang.He's not good at cooking, but he's good at washing and choosing vegetables.

Aunt Fang was also happy to have someone to talk with her. The two chatted from the recent prices of meat and vegetables to the high property fees of this property, and then to the main residence of the Xi family located in the south of Fengcheng.It is said that the house has been built for decades, and the annual maintenance fee is astronomical.

"That house is magnificent, and it's too tiring to clean. Everyone in their family has a weird temper. They don't like outsiders entering the house, and they can't invite cleaning. It's all up to me and a housekeeper."

People who dare to use "strange temper" to describe the patrons' family, presumably have a good relationship with them.Jiang Ruo said: "That means they treat you as their own family. If you are too tired, you can reduce the frequency of cleaning appropriately. I believe they will understand."

Aunt Fang sighed: "If it were the lady in front, she would definitely not say anything. Although she sometimes has a bad temper, she has a very good heart, and now this mistress..."

Thinking of the only two-sided relationship with Xi and Feng's stepmother, Jiang Ruo was quite moved: "No wonder he had a bad life when he was a child."

In the hands of such a stepmother, how could it be possible to live well.

Aunt Fang was taken aback, and then said: "Didn't Xiaofeng tell you? His mother died when he was 19 years old, that is, when he was studying abroad, so Xiaofeng didn't suffer too much from Mrs. Xiao, at least Not on the surface, after all, the master is still there."

"Then..." Just about to ask, Jiang Ruo suddenly remembered Xi Yufeng's cold attitude when they interrupted their chat last time, so he quickly stopped.

"Why, you want to ask him how he suffered when he was a child?"

"You'd better stop talking, so that he won't get angry when he comes back." Jiang Ruo feared that Aunt Fang would talk too fast, and said, "When he wants to talk in the future, he will naturally tell me."

Aunt Fang didn't intend to go into details at all, but turned to look at Jiang Ruo after hearing these words, looking very relieved.

Then he sighed: "No wonder, a child like Xiaofeng who is used to withdrawing will keep you by his side."

The two had dinner together at noon, and when they were clearing away the dishes, Aunt Fang told Jiang Ruo some irrelevant things about the Xi family.

"Second young master is useless. The master knows it in his heart, but he has no choice. He is the seed of the Xi family. We have to lead him to the right path, otherwise it will be terrible to spread the word."

Ever since he confirmed that Aunt Fang is on Xi Yufeng's side, Jiang Ruo has no taboos when talking to her: "That guy is not only useless, no one needs to spread it, the outside world has already said it very badly."

"That's right." Aunt Fang sighed, "In the end, Xiaofeng suffered a lot. Not only did he have to clean up the mess for his brother, but he also made it impossible for him to go home..."

Jiang Ruo blinked: "Isn't this his home?"

"This house was left to him by my wife, and the house in the south of the city was my wife's dowry back then, so of course it is also his." Aunt Fang said that she was not at peace with the wind, "I persuaded the master not to put Mrs. Xiao and the second The young master picks it up there, after all, it was the madam who left it for Xiaofeng as the wedding room, let Xu Xian and the illegitimate son live there, what is it like."

Hearing the word "marriage room", Jiang Ruo was stunned for a moment: "He... I said Xi Yufeng, are you getting married?"

Aunt Fang also realized something was wrong after she finished speaking, and her face was a little embarrassed: "That's not true, it's just what my wife said before she died... After all, Xiaofeng is the eldest son, and it is his responsibility to start a family and carry on the family line." .”

When Xi Yufeng came back, Aunt Fang had already left.

He threw the coat he had taken off on the sofa, and followed the sound to the door of the dance room. The evening sun shines on the warm-toned floor through the window, and the whole space is filled with a kind of bright yellow.

And Jiang Ruo, in the very center of the light, bent his body backwards, doing stretching movements of expanding his chest and opening his shoulders.

He silently counted seconds in his heart, persisted for half a minute, exhaled and recovered his body at the same time, just sat upright when he was caught by his waist with one hand and hugged into a bosom with autumnal chill.

Jiang Ruo obediently let him hold her, narrowed her eyes and smiled: "You're back."

Xi Yufeng said "hmm" and asked, "Which dance are you going to dance today?"

"I haven't figured it out yet." Jiang Ruo raised her head and touched his chin with her lips, "What do you want to see me dance?"

"Want to see you at 17—"

"No." Jiang Ruo interrupted immediately, "Change to another one."

Xi Yufeng mentioned it casually, but if Jiang didn't agree, he fell into deep thought.

It's a pity that he is not interested in art. After much deliberation, he only mentioned "Swan Lake".

Jiang Ruo laughed: "How do you know that there is a male version of "Swan Lake"? But I haven't danced ballet for many years, and I can't control it."

After a while, he changed his words again: "If you want to watch me dance the 17-year-old "No Name", it's not impossible."

Xi Yufeng froze for a moment, then looked down at Jiang Ruo.

"But there are conditions." Jiang Ruo raised an eyebrow at him, "Exchange your past with me, and I'll show you."

This "business" is bound to fail.

Letting someone as defensive as Xi Yufeng reveal his heart is tantamount to letting him expose his weaknesses. No one has ever succeeded before, so how can Jiang Ruo have the confidence to be the No. 1?

But the words had already been spoken, Xi Yufeng was keenly aware of something, turned around and asked Jiang Ruo: "What did Aunt Fang tell you again?"

"I have said everything that should be said and should not be said." Jiang Ruo said leisurely, "Why, are you going to silence me?"

With this attitude, he obviously hadn't heard anything.

Unconsciously, Xi Yufeng breathed a sigh of relief: "Shukou?"

Jiang Ruo nodded: "Yes, because I know too much."

Xi Yufeng laughed, and then gently pushed Jiang Ruo with both hands to make Jiang Ruo stand upright: "Then eat more for dinner tonight."

Autumn in Maple City seems to be shorter than in other places. Less than two weeks after the production of "The Cliff" was finished, the temperature has dropped to single digits.

With winter approaching, Jiang Ruo seemed to be afraid of the cold too. Apart from going out for necessary work, he spent most of his time in Xi Yufeng's flat, waiting for him to come back, eat, take a shower, and then go to bed.

It’s like this every day, like a rehearsal with a clear theme, no matter what will happen tomorrow, and don’t ask when the end will come.

It was the same that night, but just as he was about to wake up, Jiang Ruo's phone on the bedside suddenly started vibrating.

Jiang Ruo didn't intend to care about it at first, and even waved the phone to the floor with his free hand.

But for some reason, the other end kept calling in when no one answered, until Xi Yufeng frowned in displeasure, Jiang Ruo lost interest, turned over and crawled out from under Xi Yufeng, and got out of bed barefoot , bent down to pick up the phone.

By the way, he picked up a bathrobe and put it on his body, and while pressing the connect button, he walked to the window.

From Xi Yufeng's angle, he could see a thin back, his slender legs were still around his waist just now, and his skin might still be covered with a thin layer of wet sweat.

Let Xi Yufeng get up involuntarily and walk towards him.

Although he was talking on the phone, Jiang Ruo didn't make much noise, and his tone of "um" and "oh" was extremely light.

The phone was hung up, and a warm body came up from behind.

Xi Yufeng held Jiang Ruo's waist with one hand, looked over his shoulder to see his face.

Maybe Jiang Ruo didn't know it himself. At this moment, there was no expression on his face, and his eyes were empty.

But for a short moment, in the next second, Jiang Ruo turned around and took Xi Yufeng's hand, and walked towards the bed: "Sorry, I let you down."

He sat back on the bed: "Let's continue."

But Xi Yufeng held his shoulders, preventing the next move.

"What's wrong?" Xi Yufeng looked at him and asked, "What happened?"

That look made Jiang Ruo have to admit that Xi Yufeng was the first, and possibly the only one in the world, who could tell whether he was good or bad just by his expression.

So those thoughts that he thought he kept very secret, those cross-border thoughts that he didn't dare to say, have already been seen through by him, but he is afraid of trouble, so he doesn't say it?

At this moment, Jiang Ruo felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

From this, I thought to myself, it would be better to smash the cans.

"My mother is dead." After finishing speaking, it felt too much like a dirty word, Jiang Ruo smiled lightly, and expanded the explanation, "The woman who brought me to this world has passed away. I have to go back to my hometown tomorrow. .”