Chapter 131 (2/2)
He just said, ”you forgot.”
Jiang Jiusheng didn't ask again. He put his hand on Shi Jin's stomach and touched the tattoo repeatedly. Somehow, he felt very familiar with it. His heart was heavy and nervous, which was not surprising.
”Sheng Sheng.” When Jin lies on her side, her hands around her waist.
”Well.”
He lowered his head and just looked into her eyes: ”shall we not have the wedding ring in the future?”
Jiang Jiusheng guessed a few faintly: ”does ring grain ring finger go up?”
”Well, it's not easy to lose.”
She did not want to, nor hesitated, nodded: ”OK.” Drilling into his arms, rubbing, laughing, deliberately joking, ”when the doctor, you have a reaction.”
When Jin bit her on the neck.
She looked up and deliberately arched him: ”Shi Jin.”
”Well?” When Jin breathed a little disorderly.
Jiang Jiusheng looked up, the silhouette paint on the bottom of his eyes was bright, with a smile, and the corners of his eyes were bent, like a mysterious and lazy cat. His hand was placed on Shijin's chest, and he did not touch it again and again: ”uncomfortable?”
His voice was muffled: ”well.”
His eyes were red and his ears were red. His eyes were urgent and he could not bear it.
Jiang Jiusheng smiled and put his head into the quilt.
Her doctor taught her a lot of things, such as the sinking and happiness of life and death. He said, love deeply. Then, love to the extreme, and don't be afraid to die, because you won't walk the yellow spring road alone.
Nine o'clock, Mo Bing comes to find her.
Jiang Jiusheng is nestled in the sofa with two soft pillows on his back. He is lazily watching the snow. He can't be leisurely.
”I'm proud of my spring, but I'm proud of my face.” Mo Bing held her chin and joked, ”it seems that last night's medicine worked.”
Jiang Jiusheng smiled, but his eyes were a little annoyed: ”Mo Bing.”
Mo Bing surrenders: ”OK, don't laugh at you.” She sat on the other end of the sofa and said, ”director Smith has called. These two days, you will shoot the leading actor first. You don't have to climb the building and jump into the car. The back scenes are all indoor. You can make up in a few days.”
Jiang Jiusheng nodded, casually not caring.
There was a careless Buddhist artist on the stand. Mo Bing naturally took more care: ”it seems that your back is not bruised lightly. I will go to the studio later. There are still some trifles in the later stage. I have to stare at them. You are OK in the hotel alone?”
She squinted, languid as a satiated cat: ”Shijin will be back soon.”
Mo Bing asked, ”where has he gone?”
Speaking of this, Jiang Jiusheng frowned a little: ”go to buy medicine meal.”
Medicated diet?
At that time, the doctor also refused to smoke, drink or wash the pot. Even though he had taken health medicine diet,
Mo Bing could not help laughing: ”I think you will have a good life in the future,” she thought, ”very regular.” I didn't expect that at that time, doctors still had the style of old cadres.
Jiang Jiusheng laughs but doesn't speak.
A willing look!
Mo Bing got up and took the bag: ”I'm leaving.”
”You go with Mingyu. Be careful.” It's right to be careful when you're abroad.
Mo Bing waved: ”OK.”
Jiang Jiusheng continues to nest on the sofa in front of the floor window, watching the long snow, waiting for his doctor at home. Soon, the mobile phone rings. It's Mo Bing's mobile phone. She falls on the coffee table.
Jiang Jiusheng takes a look. It's Lin Anzhi. After thinking about it, he takes it.
”I'm Jiang Jiusheng,” she said
Lin An's tone was a little urgent: ”where is mo Bing?”
Jiang Jiusheng replied, ”she just went out, and her cell phone left me here.”
Lin Anzhi asked her, ”please wait for her to come back and ask her to call me back.”
”Good.”
”Thank you.”
Thanks, Lin Anzhi hangs up.
Mo Bing hasn't come back for a whole day. Her mobile phone rings again in the afternoon. It's Lin Anzhi. Jiang Jiusheng doesn't answer this time. I guess Lin Anzhi should be looking for Mo Bing.
Towards dusk, Jiang Jiusheng knew what happened. Lin Anzhi was photographed with a woman. She made several phone calls to find Mo Bing.
”What's the matter? Look for me in such a hurry. ”
Listen to Mo Bing's tone, obviously I don't know about Lin Anzhi.
”I have left your cell phone. Lin Anzhi is looking for you.”
Mo Bing didn't care: ”I'll call him back when I go back.”
Jiang Jiusheng sips his lips, suggesting: ”it's best to do it as soon as possible.”
Mo Bing heard something unusual and went from the noisy place to a quiet place: ”what's the matter?”
Jiang Jiusheng thought about it, but still told her without saying, ”Lin Anzhi has spread the scandal.””With whom?”
Mo Bing asked calmly, especially calmly.
”It's fuzzy, and I didn't get a face shot. I can't be sure who it is, but it's in Warner's garage. It should be Warner's movie maker.”
Mo Bing listened, just smiled, said: ”reporters like to catch the wind and shadow.”
Jiang Jiusheng believed that there was no wind and no waves. He asked Mo Bing, ”do you believe him so?”
She did not hesitate: ”well, believe it.” Her tone was unusually firm. ”I'll take it all.”
Jiang Jiusheng didn't say anything more. He knew everything about his feelings, such as drinking water.
At that end, Mo Bing hangs up the phone, borrows Hu Mingyu's mobile phone, dials Lin Anzhi's number, but does not get through. She has been shutting down. She is a little uneasy.
At two o'clock in the evening, Lin Anzhi's phone rang. Mo Bing didn't sleep until she heard a sound. She answered. Lin Anzhi's voice came from the receiver, very hoarse.
”Mo Bing.”
”How did you shut down so long?” she said
”On the plane just now.” Lin Anzhi called Mo Bing and said, ”I'm at the door of your hotel.”
There was a wind at the other end. It seemed that his voice was not true. Mo Bing responded for a long time: ”I'll go down now.”
She stood up abruptly, her knee was knocked on the corner of the bedside table, and she could not care about the pain. She put on a coat and ran out.
At two o'clock in the middle of the night, there was heavy snow outside. There was no pedestrian. The street light was yellow. There was a long slanting figure on the snow. It was Lin Anzhi. He was wearing a thick down jacket, buckled his hat, lowered his head and kicked the snow on the ground. Hearing the footsteps nearby, he suddenly looked up.
Across the glass door of the hotel, he saw Mo Bing running towards him.
Mo Bing is also wearing the slippers of the hotel, stepping on the thick snow: ”how can you --”
before she finishes, Lin Anzhi hugs her.
Originally to reprimand him, words are to the mouth, but Mo Bing can't say a word, ear wind and snow roar, and Lin Anzhi's voice, with a light tremor.
”Mo Bing, do you believe me?”
Mo Bing did not hesitate: ”letter.” She looked up at Lin Anzhi's face. She had a long beard. She stood on tiptoe and rubbed against his chin. ”You came to selton just to explain to me?”
Lin Anzhi said, ”I'm afraid you think more.”
”What about the work?”
He held her, did not give up, very hard to hold, said: ”no matter so much.”
His voice is very hoarse. His eyes are full of indigo. He should have not slept for a long time. Mo Bing's heart is very sour. He is reluctant to let him go. ”I didn't see you so stupid at ordinary times. What's wrong this time?”
Lin Anzhi didn't speak. He took off his coat and wrapped it in Mo Bing: ”go ahead, it's cold outside.”
Back to the room, Mo Bing put hot water, let Lin Anzhi take a bath first. He was wet with snow. Mo Bing went to the front desk to ask for a bag of ginger tea for fear that he would suffer cold.
He was still in the bathroom, Mo Bing made tea, leaned against the wall at the door, and asked the person inside: ”who is the woman photographed?”
Lin Anzhi turned off the water and said, ”our colleagues in the company.”
He didn't explain more, and Mo Bing didn't go to the bottom of the story: ”what about public relations?”
”Liang Qin will be in charge.” The sound of the water rang again. Lin Anzhi raised his voice and said, ”I'll take care of you.”
He is seldom so ambitious.
Mo Bing can't help crying and laughing: ”you just came here, what about your trip?”
”Mo Bing, don't talk about work.”
She stopped.
Lin Anzhi closed the water and approached the door: ”help me with my clothes.”
Mo Bing takes the clothes from his suitcase and knocks on the bathroom door. The door opens. She hands the clothes to her, but her wrist is caught. She tugs hard, and the whole person is taken into the bathroom.
The door snapped shut.
She looked up and saw Lin Anzhi's eyes, her pupils were slightly red. She laughed and scolded: ”hooligans.”
Lin Anzhi hugged her waist and pressed her against the wall. He lowered his head and nibbled on her lips: ”Mo Bing, I only treat you as a rascal.”
As he kissed her and took off her clothes, he gasped more and more. Just as his hand moved to her chest, she held his hand.
”Anzhi, if you fall in love with someone later --”
he immediately interrupts: ”there will be no such assumption.” He raised his hand and gently stroked her face. ”Mo Bing, when I'm old, I'll tell you that I can love you all my life.”
Mo Bing nods, tears in her eyes.
He lowered his head and kissed her closely.
At six o'clock in the morning, at dawn, it was the coldest hour of selton's day. It was freezing outside the window, and the men and women in the room and bed hugged each other tightly.
He had a dream and went back to the orphanage that year. At that time, he was still young and thin.
He was taken to a room where there were many adults, men and women. They all stared at him one by one. Their eyes were so hot that they would rush to tear him up.”Take off your clothes.”
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