Chapter 27 Chapter 26

Murong Feng saw a Czech crystal wine glass on the window sill, and there was still half a glass of wine in it, Jing Wan's cheeks had an unhealthy blush.He said: "What nonsense, who gave you the wine? How can you drink foreign wine now." There was misty mist in her eyes, but the corners of her mouth were slightly raised: "I found it next door myself." There is a small meeting room next door. In the living room, many foreign wines are displayed in it.He saw that the wine bottle was only a little shallower, and he was slightly relieved. Her voice was low and weak: "Listen, firecrackers are still being set off outside."

The sparse sound of firecrackers had long been quieted down, and the night was so quiet that only the whistling wind could be heard. He said, "You are drunk." She hummed, raised her head, her temples were slightly loose, and many Her short hair was hanging down, and she didn't bother to reach out to brush it up."What did you have for dinner?" he asked. She laughed: "Today is New Year's Eve, I should have a reunion dinner, and I ate the reunion dinner alone." Her smile was more sad than crying, and he said: "It's all my fault, I should Come here early to accompany you." She said lightly: "Sixth Young Master said so, how dare I take it." He said: "Jing Wan..." She turned her face away and looked out of the window again. With the snowflakes falling one after another, the darkness like an abyss is farther away.

He asked gently: "I asked the kitchen to bring some snacks, can I eat with you?" She rested her chin on her arm and remained silent, so he rang the bell to call someone in and told the kitchen to prepare supper. As soon as he gave the order, the kitchen was naturally ready and delivered. Murong Feng likes noodles, and Jing Wan has a weak appetite these days, so the kitchen prepared thin noodles in clear soup, steamed a plate of steaming elephant-eye steamed buns, and served with I ordered four side dishes, a plate of fried ham with winter bamboo shoots, a plate of potherb mustard, a plate of shredded chicken breast mixed with cucumber, and a plate of dried tofu in marinade.The family banquet that Murong Feng ate at night was naturally a list of delicacies from mountains and seas, and those abalone fins were very rich.Seeing these refreshing side dishes, he smiled and said, "I'm hungry too, can I serve you noodles?" He picked up the chopsticks, picked out a bowl of noodles for her, and put the chicken soup for her Pour some on and say, "Boil carefully."

With his kindness, Jing Wan seemed to be moved.He took the noodles, picked out a few in silence, and ate slowly.Murong Feng saw that her face gradually calmed down, and he was happy in his heart. He said: "It's good to eat such steaming food on a snowy night." He also said: "At this time, you should drink some rice wine." Sipping his unfinished half glass of foreign wine, he stretched out his hand and gently pushed the glass: "If you don't dislike it, you can drink this together." Hearing her calm tone, it was an extremely rare gentleness in the past few days. She went to the cup and said: "Of course I don't dislike it." She drank the glass of foreign wine in one breath, Jing Wan saw that he was drinking very quickly, and glanced at him: "Didn't you come here after drinking at home, is it still like this? "

He smiled and said, "Even if the wine you gave is poison, I will swallow it in one gulp." She bowed her head, revealing the snow-white back of her neck, which was as white and greasy as cream, and she couldn't help reaching out to touch it. Jing Wan pulled his hand away: "Eat as soon as you eat, what are you doing with your hands and feet?" Without further ado, he took the wine bottle and poured himself another glass.Jing Wan sipped the noodle soup, watched him pour the wine again after drinking, couldn't help but put down the bowl and said, "If you get drunk later, don't use the wine to pretend to be crazy."

He suddenly put the wine glass on the table, couldn't help but hug her horizontally, and before she could cry out in surprise, he had already lowered his head and kissed her.His breath sprayed on her face, full of the strong aroma of wine, with the sweetness of tobacco, the lingering between his lips and teeth made her in a trance for a moment, followed by a suffocating robbery.Her back was already on the soft mattress, and his rapid breathing made her a little flustered.His face was hot, and it was pressed against her neck. He had already unfastened several buttons under his ribs, and she pushed him hard: "Be careful of the child..." He stopped, but moved his body forward. Swipe down and put your face on her belly.She was ticklish by nature, so she couldn't help but push him: "What are you doing, don't mess around."

He said, "I'm listening to the child." She was startled for a moment, and then thumped him on the shoulder: "Nonsense." He said seriously: "It's true, even the child is saying, Mom, don't have a father!" I'm so angry." Jing Wan snorted, but didn't say anything, his face only had a gentle tranquility: "Tell me, will our child look like me or you?" Gouged out a knife, almost shed tears.I just heard him say: "If it is a son, I will put him in the army when he grows up, and he will be a great weapon in the future if he grows up." Sheets, swallowing tears abruptly.His voice was low, because it was so close to her body that it couldn't be heard clearly: "If it's a girl, it's better to look like you. That's the best. When I was four or five years old, Fifth Sister was more than I was only three months old. Once I saw my father carrying her on his shoulders picking pomegranate flowers in the yard. I was very envious, and I didn't understand why my father always beat me, but he was so kind to my sister. Now I think about it. , how distressing my daughter is, when the Dragon Boat Festival next year, our daughter will be one year old, and I will be able to carry her to pick flowers..."

Her voice didn't sound like his own at all: "Dragon Boat Festival the next year..." He chuckled, without raising his face, his voice was still very low: "It's a bit silly, I also feel silly, but since Knowing that you are pregnant, I keep thinking about what our child will be like." After a pause, the voice became even lower, as if dreaming: "Jing Wan, I'm sorry. I never begged anyone, but This time I beg you, you annoy me and hate me, I admit it, I just beg you, don't annoy this child." Her body trembled violently, as if she could no longer bear all this, she could not speak, she just bit her lip desperately, as if only through physical pain could she suppress the pain in her heart.His face was gently pressed against her lower abdomen through the clothes, and it took a long time before he raised his head.She had never seen such a gentle gaze from him, and she felt sad and unspeakable, but she didn't want to face his gaze again, and closed her eyes instinctively.

His kiss, soft and hesitant, fell on the corner of her mouth, and there seemed to be the sound of the wind in the mountains in her ears.He carried her up the steps, the bluestone slabs of mountains and stones, all the way up from the forest, she hugged him tightly around his neck, and on top of his head were a tree and a tree of fiery red leaves, like countless The torch burned for half the day.It is like a spring flower, bright and bright red.The sky was dark and gloomy, as if it was going to rain, and the leaden clouds were so low that they seemed to press down.He went up the steps step by step, and every time he took a step, there was a slight vibration, but his back was wide and flat, allowing her to rely on it like this.She asked: "Have you carried anyone before?" He said: "No, today is the first time." She hugged him tighter: "Then you will carry me forever."

There is a gentle touch like butterfly wings, every touch is like a bright flower dimple, blooming one by one, the past is blooming in the memory, flashing back one scene after another.Those faint memories of the past are scattered and colorful, silently withering.Only his face was hot, as if it was pressed against her heart, tightly, and the sound of heartbeat burst out from inside.Plop, plop, plop, more urgent than one.Her long hair was entangled between his fingers, his lips were entangled between her face and neck, and countless snowflakes fell silently outside the window. She fell into the endless void, clutching his shoulders tightly, only the slight sound of wind passing by her ears, she was like snowflakes, just falling endlessly, without end, without direction.He is a fiery flame, every part is softened and hardened at the same time.He was plundering and giving at the same time, she was melted to pieces, and then reshaped by him forcefully, but the deepest and heaviest imprint of him was branded on her, which could never be erased, and the pain like a deep illness turned out a joy like despair , The snow is getting bigger and bigger, the wind is blowing on the window, making the sound of rinsing.

At two or three o'clock in the morning, the snow fell more and more tightly, the curtains were not drawn, and the white light outside shone into the room, like the moonlight. After falling asleep, his arms gradually became heavy. Jing Wan slowly moved his arms away, and then slowly turned her body towards him. He was in a deep sleep and stopped breathing. The broken hair on his forehead hung down like like children.She called softly: "Pei Lin." Seeing that he hadn't woken up, she called him twice more softly, and finally boldly whispered in his ear: "Sixth Young Master." He was still in a deep sleep Standing, motionless.She was suddenly a little scared. She had read in an English magazine that tranquilizers should not be taken with wine, but half a pill mixed in wine should be fine. She reached out her hand hesitantly and pressed it on his chest.His heartbeat was slow and strong, and she slowly withdrew her hand. She could hear her own breathing, which was light and shallow. She took off the quilt and stepped on the floor barefoot. The cold feeling made her instinctively shrink slightly. She put on her pajamas and took the embroidered silk cotton dressing gown and put it on.His coat was thrown randomly on the back of the chair, she looked back at Murong Feng, he was still in a deep sleep, she reached out to fumble in the pocket, but didn't find what she wanted, she searched the pocket on the other side, nor.The shirt was thrown on the floor, and she walked over to pick it up lightly. There was a pile of soft things in the shirt pocket.She took it out and looked under the light of the snow, it turned out to be a colorful and thick wad of cash.Holding the money in her hand, she suddenly remembered that there was a secret pocket in his coat, so she picked up the coat and touched it carefully. Sure enough, she found a delicate tortoiseshell box from the secret pocket. She opened it and took a look. It is the small Tian Huangshi seal. She walked to the dressing table, and took out a pre-written note from the hidden compartment. She had imitated his handwriting and scribbled it, which was almost authentic: "There is a female family member of the Liu family, who is specially approved to pass , all checkpoints will be released." She breathed lightly towards the seal and engraved it on it.Then he still put the seal back into his pocket, and tiptoed over to open the closet. She was more than three months pregnant, her waist gradually changed, and a brocade cheongsam couldn't be worn.She didn't dare to delay for too long, so she searched for a random piece of clothing to change into, then put on the coat, and put the money and the special pass in the coat pocket. She slowly turned the door lock, because Murong Feng slept here tonight, the guard post outside was temporarily removed, and the guards' duty room was at the end of the corridor, so the door was closed to avoid suspicion.There was a light leaking from the crack in the door, and she listened with bated breath, it was silent and silent.All she could hear was her own heartbeat, fast and urgent. She turned around hesitantly, and in the snowy light, she vaguely saw him sleeping on the bed motionless, he always liked to sleep on his stomach, with his arms still tucked there.As if to hold something very important, a few strands of light from the corridor leaked in, and she was hidden in the deep darkness. His face was distant and indistinct, sunken between the pillows, unable to see clearly.She finally turned around, walked out without a sound, and then closed the door gently.The hallway was covered with thick carpets, and she went downstairs quietly with a pair of soft satin shoes.The living room is empty, and the guards on duty are all in the small room in the west corridor, but that is the only place to go out.It was as if there was a small drum in her heart, beating non-stop, and the voices of the guards were buzzing, she stepped lightly and took a bold step. Two guards turned their backs to her, and one was lowering his head to pull out charcoal from the brazier. She made two steps on three legs, stepped over in a few steps, and disappeared into the darkness again.Her heart was beating like it was going to pop out of her chest, and through a heavy door, the wind outside was shrill, as if it was close to her ears, she unexpectedly broke in like this. She took out the tube of lipstick from her pocket, and applied some on the door hinge. The grease was lubricated, and the door was opened by her with a narrow gap without a sound, and she stepped out.The cold wind brought snowflakes to her body, and she shivered. Countless snowflakes hit her face. She could barely tell the direction, and walked straight along the snow-covered holly hedge. The satin shoes have been soaked in snow, and every step I take, the soles of my feet feel like being cut by a knife.The pain made her numbly speed up her pace, walking faster and faster, and finally she just ran forward.Countless snowflakes fell from the sky, endlessly, every step fell, the snow "squeaked" softly, but she just stumbled and ran forward, leaving a row of crooked footprints behind her, which was so clear that it was shocking.Her entire body has been numb and stiff from the cold, the deepest cold is leaking out from her body, and there is endless white snow in front of her, as if it will never come to an end. The high gray wall finally appeared in front of her. The broken glass on the top of the wall reflected the sharp light under the cold snow light. She opened her eyes wide as much as possible. Although it is the back door, there is also a number room here. The light came out from the window, illuminating a large copper western lock hanging on the door.She took the hairpin from her head and inserted it into the keyhole. Her fingers were already numb from the cold. She had never done anything like this before. She twisted it left and right, but the lock remained motionless.Her heart was beating faster and faster, and when she pressed her finger hard, there was a "click", the hair pin had already broken, and it poked on her finger all at once, and she instinctively shook her hand in pain, not wanting to hit her. There was a "boom" on the door. Someone was talking in room No. 1, and then someone opened the door. She quickly backed away a few steps, flinched in desperation, and panicked, so she hid behind the holly tree, and someone came out with a lantern. From the branches, I watched the man walk to the door, carefully illuminated the lock with the lamp, and suddenly lowered the lamp to shine on the ground.Her heart seemed to hit her chest, the man looked at the ground, and slowly walked towards the holly tree with a lantern. She tried her best to hold her breath, but the only sound in her ears was her own heartbeat, thumping, louder and faster, expanding infinitely, as if her heart was the only one in the world. Jumping wildly there.The lantern was getting closer and closer, and the man finally stepped over the hedge in one step, and the lantern suddenly lit in front of her. She couldn't take it any longer, and sat down in the snow powerlessly, surrounded by bone-chilling cold, hell-like cold, the man looked at her with only horror in his eyes, in the halo of the lantern, countless snow was falling It flew down, and the continuous snow was between her and him, falling silently.She was like a shivering little beast, dazed and helpless.A fluffy snowflake fell on her eyelashes, trembling.Looking at him in despair, her lips trembled slightly, and the voice was so soft that she could hardly hear herself: "Brother Yan." His body couldn't help trembling slightly, the wind carried snowflakes and rushed towards him, and in the cold snow light, he could clearly see her pair of eyes.He suddenly remembered that day on the mountain road, the sunset was like gold, and the afterglow was like gold, illuminating her bright eyes like crystals, more radiant than the gorgeous sunset glow.Just like yesterday, but now there is only endless sadness and despair in these eyes.The wind cut his face like a knife, and his heart suddenly twitched violently.There was a strange light in his eyes, he gritted his teeth suddenly, and pulled her up. She didn't know what he was going to do to her, but just stared at him in horror. Someone in the No. 1 room shouted: "Captain Yan, is there any movement? If not, come back quickly. The wind is like a knife. It is not afraid of freezing your skin." He turned around and promised, "I will come back after I urinate." While talking, she fumbled under her clothes, Jing Wan was about to escape, when she suddenly saw that what he pulled out was a key.One person in the room said loudly: "If you urinate halfway, it will freeze into icicles, and you will turn your head." The other person laughed loudly, and Yan Shichang opened the lock lightly, cursing loudly: "You guys You two keep talking nonsense, and see if I come in and stop your mouths with that burning coal." He pushed the door open, looked around, and saw that Jing Wan had already stayed there, he pushed her out forcefully, and she turned around , he waved his hand vigorously, signaling her to leave quickly.With tears in her eyes, he had quickly closed the door. It was dark outside, and the snow was falling continuously like rubbing cotton and wadding. She stumbled and walked forward, surrounded by only the whistling wind. It was all false, the sound of the snow made her collapse, after the hairpin was removed, her long hair hung messily on her shoulders, she staggered forward, her long hair was entangled in the wind, countless cold Wrap it up.The north wind poured into the mouth, and the dull pain of numbness extended down the trachea, and the cold choked all the way to the chest.She could hear her own breathing, it was getting harder and harder, there was a faint throbbing pain in her lower abdomen, she was so cold that she was about to lose consciousness, she was struggling, but she just wanted to escape, to a place beyond his reach.