Chapter 16 Chapter 16 The Length of Happiness

Therefore, on the day when he learned of Wang Ming's death, after get off work, he purposely went to the address that Lu Lu had given him last time. He wandered outside the small courtyard for a long time, and the gate was closed tightly, silently.When night fell, he reluctantly returned to his residence, unable to restrain his physical and mental exhaustion. When he took out the key to open the door, he smelled the familiar smell of smoke. fire. The light of the fire was approaching him, and his hand holding the key was hanging in the air. "I have nowhere to live," she said.

... It was already midnight when Ji Ting woke up, he reached out to touch the clock beside the bed, the faint fluorescent light on it showed that it was a quarter past two, after such intense entanglement, he thought he would sleep more deeply.On the narrow single bed, the person next to her was still there, and the messy sheets were half wrapped around her body, and she was curled up like a small shrimp. A child with such a stubborn personality was so innocent after falling asleep. A gesture of security.Ji Ting carefully picked up a few pieces of clothes scattered on the bed and the floor, for fear of waking her up. After doing all this, he could not fall asleep again, and listened quietly to her even breathing in the dark with his eyes open. It turns out that she, who is as wild as a small animal, will also be tired when she is furious. The ticking of the alarm clock coincides with her breathing. He feels that he has never been so calm at this moment, his whole heart is full, and he gently rippling , the joy will overflow.

The bed was still too narrow, she turned over, her legs were pressed against his, and the cool skin touched, gradually warmed up, he thought of her naked body under the quilt, just These legs, which were tightly wrapped around his waist not long ago, were taut, slender and well-proportioned, and the smooth skin was covered with fine beads of sweat, like bright satin.He bit his lip involuntarily. She still didn't wake up, she twisted her body slightly, as if she wanted to find a more comfortable position in his arms, and put her hand on the place that made him uncomfortable, he frowned, and had to gently disturb her He took his hand away, but she pushed his hand away and held it suddenly. He took a breath, "Don't..." Then he heard her giggling under the quilt, "Don't what?"

He should have known that she was not a good child since she was a child, "Don't be like this..." He bit her ear and said. "Okay then." She let go of her hand obediently this time, with regret in her voice.But he felt even more uncomfortable, so he grabbed her hand and said, "Don't go." She seemed to be angry, "Don't do this for a while, don't do that for a while, what are you going to do..." He was so embarrassed that he had to gag her mouth with a blushing face. Sooner or later, she would torture him to death. He forgot how many nights like this they had later, as long as the two of them were together, they would be lingering to death, as if they could knead each other into their souls through the intense fusion of their bodies.

During that period of time when he was at work, his eyes were obviously pale blue. Mo Yuhua laughed at him and said, "Kidneys are the root of innateness. Comrade Xiao Ji, take it easy." I have seen it.Ji Ting also felt embarrassed, and sometimes he also thought, this is really not good, if it continues, it will hurt, they still have a lifetime in the future, why bother.However, every time he gets close to her, the familiar desire rises up, he thinks, maybe she is really a fairy, like the fox spirit who walks into the scholar's dream when the rain hits the plantain night, and the moon and stars are thin, he doesn't want to wake up .

After being together for a while, he slowly figured out Zhian's schedule. She went to learn painting from her teacher three afternoons a week, except for Tuesday and Thursday, every night from 9:00 to 2:00 on the Left Bank Working part-time is basically day and night.Ji Ting is used to waiting for her to come back half asleep and half awake, and then leaves her side lightly in the early morning. Zhi'an is addicted to cigarettes. Ji Ting tried to persuade her many times, but she couldn't persuade her, so she let her go. After each lingering, she would lean on the bedside to smoke. Sometimes he coughed a few times, and she stopped. , did not press the button to extinguish, and let the half of the cigarette burn to the end in the ashtray.Ji Ting's dreams always have such a faint aftertaste of tobacco, that's fine, with this smell, at least it can prove that she is still by his side.

On Thursday afternoon, Ji Ting took a break. During this time, Zhi An was usually with the teacher. When he returned to his residence, he opened the door and walked in. He could smell the familiar smell of turpentine. Sleeping on the bed with one of his T-shirts on. On the folder set up by the bed was a half-finished oil painting of a figure. He looked at it, and saw that it was a portrait of a middle-aged man he had never seen before. His eyebrows and eyes were only outlined, and beside the folder were scattered painting utensils. , she must have been halfway through the painting, but stopped for some unknown reason, and simply dreamed that Duke Zhou had gone.

Ji Ting carefully put away the keys and sat on the edge of the bed, her forehead was slightly wet with sweat, and a few strands of hair stuck to her closed eyebrows, trembling with her breathing.He stretched out his hand to gently brush the hair, and then looked at her quietly. For some reason, he suddenly remembered that when he was young, it was also such a hot season. His mother who taught ancient Chinese in the university asked him to hold her hair in the study. The book "Selected Song Poems" is recited word by word.He loves Wei Zhuang's Ci. Although there are many parts that he doesn't understand well, he finds it catchy. Boys like his words, after all, it doesn't look like a blessing, why don't you read Xin Jiaxuan's "Looking at the Sword While Drunk", as a man should be." But he just loves that little bit of determination.The one that impressed me the most was Wei Zhuang's "The Female Crown", "Last night in the middle of the night, I clearly dreamed on my pillow and talked for a long time. I still have a peach blossom face, and the willow eyebrows are lowered. Half ashamed and half happy, wanting to go and then clinging. When you feel it, you know it's true." It’s a dream, it’s so sad.” For some reason, the last sentence, “I know it’s a dream, I’m so sad”, made his heart tighten suddenly, and the tenderness and lingering throughout the text, just because of this last sentence, made him feel so sad.

Sleeping Zhi'an seemed to feel his shock for no reason, moved his body, opened his eyes, saw him staring at him blankly, couldn't help laughing, "You are stupid, why are you looking at me?" Ji Ting also laughed, grabbed her hand that was on the side, and said, "I came back just now and saw you sleeping, so I thought, it would be great if I could look at you like this every day after get off work. But I'm really afraid..." "What are you afraid of? You fool." She turned over and sat up, smiling lazily at him. "I'm afraid that the time we spend together is a predetermined length. Now that I can see you every day, I am too happy. Will I waste all my life?"

Zhi'an laughed, and pretended to be serious and asked: "Then do you want to spread these time to a little bit every day, or save them together and use them all at once?" He thought for a while, "I hope to stretch it endlessly." Zhi An shook his head and got off the bed, "People can't be too greedy." "What about you?" He followed her to the painting folder, watched her pick up the painting tools, and asked stubbornly. "Me?" Zhi'an made a thought, and then smiled, "I'm not as stupid as you, and it's not like squeezing toothpaste, just squeeze a little and you'll get less. But then again, if you're afraid of running out, you can just squeeze the toothpaste now." Save some money, why are you following me?"

"I'll see what you draw." He also felt a little silly, so he quickly changed the topic. "Help a rich and narcissistic person paint a self-portrait." She lowered her head and adjusted the color.Sometimes she will also receive some designated creations from the teacher, which can be used as a practice pen and increase income. "Don't you need the other party to sit in front of you?" Ji Ting asked while looking at the painting. "Sometimes it is necessary, but there are also sudden whims. For example, this person said that it is better to take a bust than to paint a person, just to have something abstract, special, and similar. Haha, it's interesting. I also really I don’t like drawing in front of models, especially professional mannequins, they just sit there when they take it off, it’s strange and stiff, it’s better to look at plaster statues, but the asking price is very high, and it’s easy to find.” Zhi’an said. Ji Ting looked at the movements of her hands, and said casually: "I can also be a model for you, and you can also draw me." Zhi'an gave him a weird look, held back a smile and said, "Mannequins are dedicated to art, and they can take off whatever they can, can you?" As expected, he blushed and stopped talking, so she ignored him. After a long time, she almost forgot what she said just now, and he said dully, "If you draw alone, it's actually not no." Zhi An was stunned for half a second, then bent down and laughed. In the evening of summer, the weather changes as soon as it is said. After a few thunderstorms, the sky outside the window darkens, the air is abnormally stagnant and dull, and a heavy rain is about to come.Zhi'an turned on the light, and in the closed space, both the painter and the painted person felt hot. "Why do you keep looking at me? Are there any models like you?" She clicked her tongue, expressing her dissatisfaction.Ji Ting smiled, she has been like this since she was a child, the more she wanted to concentrate but couldn't, she would feel inexplicably irritable. She is still wearing his white pullover T-shirt, and his clothes are still a lot wider on her body, covering her hips loosely, but not reaching her knees. She is standing behind the easel, which covers her Most of her body below the neck was covered, except for a pair of legs, clean and straight. He couldn't help being a little distracted, and unexpectedly heard Zhi An put the pen on the palette, half impatient and half angry, "No, I won't draw anymore..." "What's the matter?" It was rare for him to see her so childish, and he was slightly happy in his heart. "Tell you not to move, don't move, how do you ask me to draw like this?" "I didn't move." There was a bit of grievance in his words. "How dare you say you didn't move?" She raised her eyebrows. He still understood, pursed his lips and lowered his head to smile, "Zhi'an, can you come here?" She sneered, "Why should I go there?" He didn't answer, just looked at her smiling.After all, she still came to him, like a cat that occasionally obeys.When even the words were vague, she asked him: "Aren't you afraid of squandering your happiness ahead of time?" He smiled heavily, and heard the faint thunder in the distance, and when the heavy rain was about to come, even his breath seemed to be stagnant in his chest , So too many unknown things panicked, eager to find an exit. "I..." His words were interrupted violently by the ringing of the mobile phone. She was sitting on his body, but she grabbed the phone on the bedside faster than him. "Whose... don't mind it..." he said. She turned her head slightly and looked at him provocatively. Seeing that he was anxious, she smiled and pressed the answer button, put the phone to her ear, didn't make a sound, just looked at him and smiled. "Don't make trouble." He said silently, and stretched out his hand to her. She turned around with a smile and avoided his hand. Sticky, finally Zhian feigned anger, put his index finger in front of his lips, signaling him to keep silent, he thought, forget it, whoever he is. She listened quietly for a few seconds, as if she had had enough, slowly handed the phone back to him, he was about to reach out to pick it up, the moment the hand was about to touch, the flash of light flashed across, and thunder suddenly struck, The sound of a thunderbolt seemed to explode in his ears. Rao Zhian had always been fearless, and the phone in his hand dropped out of his hand and fell straight to his side. Before he could see her expression clearly, the lights suddenly went out.It was supposed to be at dusk before nightfall, but the sky was blocked by the black clouds that came before the heavy rain. After a sudden power outage, I realized that the darkness in front of me was actually deeper than the night, and it was difficult to see my fingers when I stretched out my hands.They couldn't see each other, but fortunately the body was still within reach. Ji Ting seemed to feel that Zhi An shivered slightly. "What's wrong?" She didn't make a sound, so he stopped asking, hesitated for a moment, and hugged her tightly silently. It seemed that all desires seemed to have disappeared after the thunderstorm, and he held her for a long time.For the first time, she was in his arms, with her face pressed against his chest, as quiet as a baby. Thinking it was a timely repair by the power department, more than half an hour later, the lights returned to normal, and their sweat had cooled in each other's arms. Zhi An reacted first, got up from him, sat beside him in a daze, and then A person walks into the small bathroom. Ji Ting just picked up the phone, looked at the call records just now, couldn't help laughing, it turned out to be Liu Jilin, that kid did well after graduation, but he still likes to call and harass him when he has nothing to do.He put down the phone, went to the bathroom, pushed open the half-open door, Zhi'an was standing under the shower, dripping wet, looking at her through the water curtain, he felt that even his smile was floating in the water. "You're scared?" "Who said I was afraid?" He was used to her never showing weakness, so he asked, "What did Liu Jilin say?" "Liu Jilin? No, what can he say, he hung up after a few feeds." She turned around, "He came to you, so he didn't want to give you any surprises again, did he?" A few years later, when she brought up this matter again, Ji Ting still felt quite embarrassed. Thinking of her teasing him at that time, he faintly felt his heart beating but unwilling. "What are you thinking?" The water droplets on her body kept splashing on him, and he simply walked to her side, "I was thinking, why did you bully me since you were a child?" She giggled, "What do you think?" "That's because I've never had anything to do with you." Friday was Mo Yuhua's day off, and Ji Ting didn't stop all morning.It was close to noon when he got off work, and there was an incoming call on his mobile phone. He looked at it and found that it was his mother Xu Shuyun's call.Xu Shuyun usually calls her son with her husband once every Saturday, and rarely calls during working hours unless there is something to do.Ji Ting picked it up with some confusion, and Xu Shuyun on the other end of the phone said that the department sent her to a university in G City to hold an academic conference, and she came to see her son by the way, and it happened that Zhi Yi also wanted to see him. Her parents agreed, and they came with her. Ji Ting felt his heart beating wildly, and hurriedly asked his mother when the car arrived so that he could pick it up.Unexpectedly, my mother said that the call was already made at the G city station, so that he didn't have to come, and she and Zhiyi could just take a taxi directly to his place. Ji Ting hung up the phone, screaming in his heart that it was terrible, Zhi An was on the night shift at night, and according to her habits, she should still be sleeping in his residence at this time.In the past few days, he has been repeatedly thinking about how he and Zhi'an should be mentioned to his parents. In short, no matter what their attitude is, he has made up his mind to stay with Zhi'an, but he still I hope to get everyone's blessings without hurting anyone. If his mother and Zhiyi suddenly run into Zhian without any buffer, not only Zhiyi will find it difficult to accept it for a while, but he is even more afraid that his parents will have prejudice against Zhian. At that time, things will become unmanageable, which is the result he does not want to see. He didn't think too much, and calculated the time. It would take at least 20 minutes for his mother and Zhiyi to take a taxi from the station to the downstairs of his residence, which was enough time for him to go back and make preparations with Zhi'an. He hurriedly said hello to his colleagues and ran to the residence. When he opened the door and entered the room, he was surprised to see that Zhi An had already got up and was concentrating on scribbling on yesterday's unfinished painting. Seeing him coming back, she was a little surprised. He smiled and said, "Come and see." He breathed a sigh of relief, and still rushed ahead of his mother and Zhiyi.He walked over, gently took the paintbrush in Zhi An's hand, "Zhi An, my mother and Zhi Yi will be here soon..." Her expression didn't change much, and she didn't seem surprised, but the smile in her eyes was slowly cooling down, "Really?" She subconsciously lowered her head and cleaned up the mess in her hands. "Then tell me, what do you want to do?" "How about this, I have a female colleague named Mo, you've seen her before, she lives downstairs, she's off today, she should be at home, you go and sit with her for a while, I have some things, I'll talk to my mother first It would be better if Zhiyi explained." She had already started to close the easel, and there was no emotional ups and downs on her face. After hearing what he said, she was only silent.He was uneasy and pulled her hand hard, "They are not prepared for the matter between me and you, I just don't want to make things mess up, you wait for me, just a moment, I will explain to them clearly I'll come to you right away. Zhi'an..." As if sensing his anxiety, Zhi An looked up at him, smiled brightly, shrugged, "No problem." She is a person who is used to living in no fixed place, and she doesn't like to put countless personal items in the other party's territory like other girls. After living with him for a period of time, except for the clothes she changed and washed, she basically didn't have anything. What was left behind? After packing up all his painting tools, Ji Ting pulled her and knocked on the door of Mo Yuhua's room. Mo Yuhua's residence was as unpretentious as her people, and when she opened the door, she was still holding a professional book.After listening to Ji Ting's explanation, she just nodded without asking any more questions. Ji Ting smiled gratefully at Mo Yuhua, and looked at Zhi An all the way, the indifferent expression on her face made him feel uncertain. "Are you still leaving?" She looked at him with a smile on the corner of her mouth. "Zhi'an, don't go anywhere, just wait for me here for a while!" "Tsk!" She began to be impatient, "There is no end, you go." "No, you have to agree to wait for me." Like a stubborn child, he was looking for a comforting answer. "Hmm..." She nodded hastily and pushed him outside the door.Only then did he feel relieved that although Zhi'an's personality was difficult to fathom, she would usually not break her word when she promised.