Chapter 7

The arrival of the visitor was silent, and her footsteps were light as if she had never stepped on the ground at all. Jiang Ye leaned against the railing like her, looked at her sideways, and saw her holding a beer in one hand and playing with an emerald wrench in the other. From the texture and style of the trigger, it should be an old object, which is obviously not what she should use.

"Well." Tang Jingyun said, looking indifferent. He was not frightened by a man who didn't know his origin in the middle of the night. She raised her eyes and looked at the dark area in the distance. She took a sip of beer. Under the moonlight, her face was more pale. The upturned Phoenix eyes were slightly restrained, a little less fierce and a little more haggard.

"Something on your mind?" Jiang ye asked again.

He was used to being vigilant. He was awakened by the sound of opening the door in the next room in the middle of the night. After thinking about it, he followed up. Out of a tenant's gratitude for taking in his tenant, he needed to solve something for her. But I don't want to see this woman take a can of beer and run to the balcony to blow in the evening.

Her whole body seemed to fall into the embrace of the night, and her back was a little thin, but her spine was very straight, and her shoulders were not generous, but they seemed to be able to support a piece of heaven and earth. However, when she drank on her side, he saw a little bleak and lonely, which seemed out of tune with the world. So he spoke.

"Well, there's something on your mind. It's some shit!" his tone was flat, but he still deeply realized the feeling of gnashing his teeth.

"You say you are a little girl, how can you hide so many worries in your heart?"

"You go to the street to find an innocent little girl and see if others will take you in?" Tang Jingyun retorted.

Jiang Ye reluctantly touched his nose and looked down at her, "indeed, the little girl is definitely not as bold as you."

She is now only wearing a white nightgown. Although the lace around her waist is not loose, it is definitely not tight. Jiang Ye is a head higher than her. If she lowers her head, she can vaguely see the white skin in front of her chest. He is sure that she will not hang under the Nightgown. He had never seen such a girl, who would be so casual in front of a strange man, as if she didn't worry about something at all.

Tang Jingyun bowed her head and found that the man meant something. She looked at him with a smile, and then closed the skirt of the Nightgown as if nothing had happened. Although the shell was changed, the chip in it has not changed. She is essentially an old woman in her thirties. She is used to the erosion in that circle. She is naturally not as wary of these girls at this age or can't play jokes.

"I believe in intuition. I always think you won't be such a man." she smiled faintly at him, looked up and drank beer, revealing her slender neck. "Besides, even if something really happened, didn't she just get some money from you? I'm just tight."

Jiang Ye couldn't help smiling, "you're not such a woman."

Tang Jingyun put the beer in her hand on the railing, hung the trigger back to her neck, walked back, went to the refrigerator and took another can of beer, followed a pack of cigarettes and lighters from the table, went to the man, handed him the beer, and lit a cigarette.

"It's the first time I've seen you smoke," Jiang ye took the beer, opened the can and took a sip. He thought the interesting part of this woman was here. It obviously looked like there would be a lot of things that girls in nice families would not know. She smoked and drank everything, but she didn't have a frivolous smell. It seemed that it was a serious thing.

"Because of loneliness, most women who smoke are lonely." Tang Jingyun said with a smile, and the look in her eyes flashed, "don't persuade me, I'll pay attention to my body."

"Who said I'd advise you," the man reached out and took the cigarette box from her hand, picked one, lit a fire and took a sip. "I just want one too."

"Oh, it's strange. I don't think you're a smoker with your degree of self-discipline."

"Because I also have trouble. I smoke one when I'm upset, not often."

When he said this, he also pointed at her. She raised her eyes and smiled. She is really a sharp man.

Fidgety, yes, she's fidgety, because every time she wakes up and sees the emerald wrench in her neck, it reminds her that many things are destined to happen. For example, to find her illegitimate daughter who is wandering outside, no, maybe it should be said that it is for the trigger in her neck.

Naturally, such expensive things are not owned by their family. Her short-lived mother got them from her amorous father Tang Zhiqian. When they were in love, Tang Zhiqian once sent this carved Hotan jade finger to her mother as a token of love.

Later, he knew that the trigger was actually a keepsake and a symbol of the Tang family's mistress. Since the past dynasties, all Tang family mistresses have worn this ring. In those years, his grandmother gave it to him instead of his mother. Later, when he got married, no one mentioned it, so he forgot it until he really needed it. The Tang family was in a hurry. How could the housewife not have this trigger? That's why they wanted to get it back. That's why I recognized her play later. As for why it took more than 20 years to remember, it naturally involved the secret of the previous generation.

Tang Jingyun gradually learned these things when she returned to the Tang family later. The so-called "missing her daughter and can't bear her to be left out" was simply a scam. In order to get back the trigger in her hand, it was ridiculous that she was naive to believe that she walked into the quagmire of the Tang family. When many things were clear, she suddenly found that everything was just a joke!

If I really thought of her long ago, as for waiting until she was twenty before I thought of taking her back? Will she be allowed to enter the upper class in a humble and dusty image? After all, she couldn't see it herself.

Once again, she has been very upset. Someone will come to her this summer. Although she has never stayed in Kyoto as a part-time job in the previous life, it is not difficult for the Tang family to find her. At most, some will repeat later.

"Alas..."

He couldn't help sighing gently, took a hard smoke, and spit out a smoke ring after a circle in his lungs. Tang Jingyun's face rarely showed a bit of worry, and turned to look at the man next to him. "You say how life is like a play, but this play doesn't follow the script. It has to have so many unexpected turns, which makes a good life hard."

Jiang Ye looked at her like this. Because of drinking, her upturned corners of her eyes were a little red, as if she had cried. There was a little more regret and helplessness in her indifferent eyes. The corners of her mouth were dissatisfied. She was complaining about her dissatisfaction like a child, and her heart moved slightly.

"Whose life is not like this. I always thought I would live a happy life, but one day I suddenly found that everything is an illusion," Jiang Ye looked into her eyes and said seriously, "You know, I remember when I was very young, about five or six years old, I saw the man I called father sleeping in bed with a woman in my arms. I suddenly felt very disgusting and dirty."

"My father once had a tall image in front of me. Unfortunately, it was destroyed later. I don't understand. If even close relatives like my father can stage falsehood in front of me, how real is what I see?"

"Later, when my parents divorced, I knew that there were people outside my mother. They had always been a fake couple who seemed to be separated. I didn't like going home very much. Even if my father had changed, he was no longer as romantic as when he was young. Even now he is single. He is very sorry for me to develop such a temperament. I still don't like him."

When he spoke, he looked light, as if he were telling a story, but a kind of chill flowed in his eyes. He once thought that these things would not tell anyone, but he didn't want to easily tell them to the woman who hadn't known him for a long time. It seemed that it wasn't difficult to talk to others.

Tang Jingyun pressed out the cigarette butts between his fingers and paused. Then he stretched out his hand to him as if nothing had happened, put his arm around his powerful waist, crossed his back waist, gently buried his head on his shoulder and sighed in a low voice, "let me lean against your solid chest and pretend that I have someone to rely on."

Jiang Ye's body stiffened. His life experience and career made him not used to such intimate contact, but he felt that the man in his arms was rare and soft, as if his sharp and hurtful thorns had been restrained, and he acquiesced in her actions.

After pausing for a few seconds, his arm was also rigidly placed on her waist. It felt soft and cool. It felt wonderful to put his hot hand on it.

After a while, Tang Jingyun said with a little banter, "your heart beats so fast."

"Well, because this is the first time I hug a woman." Jiang Ye sipped his mouth. He found another side of the woman. She seemed to like flirting with herself.

"It's strange that there are innocent and charming men like you these days."

"Well, I think so."

"Hehe, you also have a narcissistic side. It's rare."

Tang Jingyun let go of the hand around his waist and wanted to break free, but found that his waist was tightly locked. She couldn't help looking up at the man. Her handsome and sharp facial features were beautiful and soul stirring in the night.

Jiang Ye looked down at her. One hand pressed her head against her chest, and the corners of her mouth smiled. "I found that holding a woman feels very good, soft and comfortable, so let me hold it more."

Red flashed across the tip of his ear.

Tang Jingyun was silent for a few seconds and smiled in his arms. What should he do? It seems that he was molested by this "pure" man!

In the summer night, they hugged each other and warmed each other. It seemed that something ambiguous was breeding.