Ina's beautiful eyes

thirty-eight

In the evening, Ziyue received a call from Ye Lin, "Ziyue, have a drink with your sister tonight, I have something to say to you." ”

"What's important you can't say on the phone?"

"On the phone, can you see if your sister is crying or laughing?" I tell you on the phone with my eyes closed, and you can't tell if you're telling the truth or the truth. ”

"Okay, I'll pick you up" Ziyue hung up her phone and went outside.

Ye Lin's phone call came again, "You go on the way to buy some food, we can eat at home." Ziyue agreed.

When Ziyue arrived, Ye Lin had already opened a bottle of red wine and was awake, she poured a glass of wine alone, and the two sat opposite each other.

"He left us half because of me, because although we were together, we never had a husband and wife affair, I was repulsive in my heart, he always said that it would be fine after a long time, and then he didn't even want to say this, which made him very painful, he just didn't want to live so awkwardly, and he was afraid of hurting my heart." But his determination to go away from this I never knew exactly what had happened. Otherwise I'm carrying this heavy burden, and I can't breathe under the pressure," Ye Lin said.

"Just saying that he and a colleague came home from drinking and had an accident, and that colleague was not convenient to say anything about the situation," Ziyue said.

"He couldn't have gone back to remarry, his ex-wife was married, and he still had a son!" The child is at least his hope, and you can feel the spring breeze of May whenever he mentions his son. Ye Lin said.

Ziyue sat silently sipping red wine, not knowing what to say. The red wine was a little bitter, a little astringent, and the red liquid was like blood flooding with bubbles, swirling, listening to Ye Lin's heart.

It was late at night, drunk. Ziyue stood up and waved goodbye to Ye Lin, Ye Lin sat reclining in a chair, holding her cheeks in one hand and shaking the wine glass with the other hand, squinting her eyes and not speaking, and the red liquid swirled gently against the wall of the cup.

Ziyue walked to the door, remembering Old Xia, and turned back to the sofa by the door and sat down. Both of them were silent, and Liang Jiuyelin lay on the table and made a soft snoring sound.

Ziyue wanted to call her up, but found that she was already drunk, so he carried her to the bed, removed her shoes and socks, and looked at her stupidly for half a day, with a well-proportioned undulating chest and a peach blossom-like and idyllic face. Ziyue covered her back corner, and sat on the edge of the bed, sitting, sitting, and finally fell into a deep sleep.