[Pretender] Acacia is not negative

In October 1945, Mr. Mei Lanfang and Mr. Yu Zhenfei performed Kunqu opera "Broken Bridge" at Shanghai Majestic Theater.

Because of Mingjing's ancestral home in Suzhou, he has a special love for Kunqu opera. Wang Tianfeng thought that she must not miss such a rare opportunity. For this reason, he lowered his face and body for the first time and asked Minglou to take care of him. Booked him two front row tickets.

It was night, the two of them watched the play and walked home together, all the way quietly.

It's nearly half a month away, and in the dark blue sky, the moon is particularly round.

The weather in October had already turned cold at night. Ming Jing cupped her hands and breathed into her palms, rubbed them together, and continued to walk quietly. She hadn't spoken since she came out of the theater after listening to the play.

"Is it cold?" Seeing her rubbing her hands, Wang Tianfeng raised his hand to wrap her coat tightly, and hugged her closer to him.

"A little bit." Ming Jing leaned into his arms and said quietly.

Wang Tianfeng bowed his head and smiled at her, put his big hand around her and patted her arm in fear, then took off his coat and put it on her body.

"You're going to freeze to death like this." Ming Jing looked at his thin clothes and was a little anxious. He reached out to take off his coat, but Wang Tianfeng held his hand down. He nodded and whispered in her ear, "I'm wearing it." Warm sweater."

Unknown, Ming Jing raised his eyelids to look at him, but saw that he pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled, even curling up his short beard, and said softly, "You did it."

Ming Jing reacted, glanced at him in disgust, reached out and patted him, "Just kidding me." Then slowly stained the corners of his lips with a smile.

Wang Tianfeng didn't answer the conversation, but raised his hand to hold Ming Jing's slender fingers, and stuffed them into the pocket of Ming Jing's coat.Ming Jing felt that his hands were warm and warm, and they were wrapped by him and then put into the pocket of his coat. In an instant, they became much warmer.

Although it was getting dark, the lights on the street were still on, shining dimly and warmly into the hearts of passers-by.

"Is it still cold?" After a long time, Wang Tianfeng lowered his head and asked her.

Ming Jing didn't make a sound, just shook his head in his arms, and the hand held by him moved. Wang Tianfeng was about to look down at her, but found that she opened her fingers and clasped tightly with his hand.

The night wind blew, and the fingers were tightly clasped inside the coat.

Seemingly thinking for a long time, Ming Jing suddenly raised his head to look at him slightly, "Tianfeng, let's get married." The soft voice entered Wang Tianfeng's eardrums, making him refreshed. It has been several days since he proposed to Ming Jing, and they He still maintains the previous state, but he spends a lot more time with each other every day, and often goes out to date. He has been thinking about how to take further actions, but he didn't expect Ding Spiegel to mention it at this moment.

"A Jing..." Wang Tianfeng called her softly, and was about to speak when he heard her voice again, "Miss Bai knew that being with Xu Xian would not end well, but she still chose him."

Wang Tianfeng's heart trembled, "Jing, we will all be fine, and I will always be with you."

Ming Jing nodded inwardly, gave a soft "hmm", and continued: "It's so hard for them to get back together, so we can do the same, right?" Tight, "I think we got together earlier, we...we..."

Wang Tianfeng only said that the person in his arms suddenly sank down, and when he looked down, he saw her blushing cheeks, full of embarrassment, and instantly understood, his thumb slid gently on her smooth fingers, and teased: " Why, Miss Ming wants to continue the incense for me, Mr. Wang?"

What was in her heart was told, and Ming Jing's face became even more red. She bit her lower lip, raised her other hand and patted his chest, but Wang Tianfeng grabbed her without thinking, and took her away. Into her arms, Ming Jing saw his eyes were full of affection, and then his lips were kissed, and his tongue was lingering. After a long time, he left her lips, kissed her forehead again, and said softly: "Okay, we are here today." Just go back and get ready."

Ming Jing suddenly remembered many, many years ago, after she and Wang Tianfeng kissed for the first time, Wang Tianfeng told her something "so sweet". Thinking of the past, Ming Jing's face became hot again.

It seems, really, very sweet.

A long time passed, and the night became darker, so the lights on both sides of the road appeared brighter.

After a long time, Wang Tianfeng said again: "Are you tired? I wore such high heels today." While supporting the mirror, he looked down at her two-inch high heels.

Ming Jing stood still, raised his head and glared at him, "Tired. You still have to walk back when you're tired."

Tonight is the time for Wang Tianfeng to have a romantic date with Ming Jing, so when the two of them entered the theater, they asked the driver to go back, but I didn't expect that Ming Jing also carefully prepared for this date, and spent an hour dressing up. , and wearing such high heels, facing the long distance, she really had no choice but to hold back and stand still to watch Wang Tianfeng.

Wang Tianfeng opened his mouth and looked around, but when he turned around, he saw Ming Jing pouted slightly, "It's so late, how can there be a rickshaw?"

Ming Jing only said that he was looking for a rickshaw, but he didn't want Wang Tianfeng to squat down slowly, and said with a smile, "Do you think I'm looking for a rickshaw? I'm just looking for anyone around here." He paused, He turned his head and looked up at Ming Jing, "Come on, my Miss Ming."

When Ming Jing saw him squatting down, he was flustered. He looked around for a long time and didn't see anyone. Then he calmed down. He raised his foot and kicked his leather shoes lightly, and blamed him: "What are you doing? Get up and let people see you." What will it look like?"

Wang Tianfeng pouted at her, "Miss Ming, who was calling you tired just now? Besides, there is no one else on the road now."

Ming Jing ignored him, and walked forward alone, "I'm not tired, I'll go by myself." He only said in his heart: I am the chairman of the Ming Group, how can I do such a thing, if I am seen by others Go, not to be laughed at, how can you be dignified in the business field in the future?

While thinking about it, she was hugged horizontally by a hug, and Ming Jing hugged him around his neck reflexively. When she realized it, Wang Tianfeng smiled at her helplessly, "You are not tired, it is my heart. If you don't want me to carry it, I can only carry you back like this."

Ming Jing felt that his cheeks seemed to be on fire, burning to his heart, and he struggled to say, "Put me down... put me down..." Seeing that Wang Tianfeng was still holding her tightly and would not let go, he could only retreat. One step, "You let me down, and I will let you carry it on your back."

Wang Tianfeng pouted, but still did not let go, "It was you who asked me to recite it, not you who asked me to recite it." He corrected word by word, as if he was assigning a task.

Ming Jing stared into his eyes, and blinked them under the yellow street lamp, Wang Tianfeng thought she was going to change her words and say it again, but unexpectedly she stared into his eyes and called out word by word: "Wang, Sky, wind."

Looking down at the person in his arms, Wang Tianfeng finally gave in, put down the mirror, then squatted down by himself, and said helplessly, "Come on, Miss Ming."

Ming Jing adjusted his clothes before lying on Wang Tianfeng's back.

The street lamps on both sides were shining brightly, and under the lamps were two overlapping shadows, which were long and short, bright and dark.

"You have another gray hair..." Ming Jing said suddenly after an unknown period of time.

"When you are old, you will naturally have gray hair." Wang Tianfeng replied, he seemed to think of something after a while, and slowly slowed down, asking: "Have you counted?"

Only then did Ming Jing realize that he had slipped his tongue, but he didn't explain, wrapping his hands around his neck, pressing his face against his back, tighter.

"Am I heavy?" she asked, under the moonlight, the night was hazy.

"Not heavy." Wang Tianfeng replied, slowly picking up his pace.

"Are you tired?" She asked again, as if she was looking for something to talk about.

Wang Tianfeng didn't answer immediately, he paused for two or three seconds before saying: "Tired."

"Put me down if you're tired." Ming Jing hurriedly said, God knows how much she wanted to get off his back, and she was about to get home, if Minglou and the others saw it, what would it look like!

Wang Tianfeng didn't let go, but tightened his grip even more, and said calmly, "How can you not feel tired carrying the whole world on your back?"

Ming Jing was stunned, as if wondering how Wang Tianfeng could speak such a love story so calmly, but he said again: "It's so hard to carry you on my back, how can I be willing to let it go so easily."

A gust of night wind blew by, and the sycamore tree beside the road swayed in the wind, its branches and leaves making a "rustling" sound. The bright mirror surrounded Wang Tianfeng, bowed his head and kissed his extra white hair.

"You are not allowed to grow white hair casually in the future."

"Okay. I'll try my best."