Nemolan asked Lemon to let her off the bus at St. Paul Street, and then walked for thirty minutes to a bar.
This bar was opened by Nimolan's former teacher. It had three floors underground, and the spiral staircase was the only access. Because it was still early, the bar was not open. She went to the small room behind the bar and knocked on the door. There was a
An old man with a gray beard came to open the door for her.
Nimolan called out affectionately: "Teacher Brown."
Mr. Brown originally worked at the New York Art Center and is a lecturer that every art school must invite every year. He is a leading celebrity in the design world in terms of qualifications and experience. Nimolan has been able to have his guidance in the past three years, which is the best time she has ever grown up.
She was very proud of her, so every year she would mail some gadgets she made to the retired Mr. Brown to please him.
Mr. Brown has two major hobbies, one is wine, and the other is collecting rings. Just now, Nimolan bought a very cheap but unique ring in a small jewelry store on his way here as a gift to Mr. Brown.
"Molum, your vision is still so unique, sit down." Mr. Brown handed Nimo Lan a cup of milk tea, then moved a small stool and sat next to Nimo Lan.
Nimolan asked: "Teacher Brown, how are you doing? I often check your personal homepage, but you haven't updated your works during this time."
"Ah, I'm helping Alexander with his design competition work."
"Alexander? Your grandson?"
The old man nodded proudly: "Yes, my grandson Alexander is fourteen years old and has his own ideas. This time he is participating in the Paris Design Competition and is planning to submit his own work. I am just helping him with it.
"
"That's amazing! Because he is the teacher's grandson, there must be no problem." Nimolan was very happy to be able to chat so much with Mr. Brown, and she laughed, smiling from the bottom of her heart.
After chatting with Mr. Brown for a long time, it was getting dark and the clerk from Mr. Brown's shop came to work. He said hello to Nimolan and went to work in the front. Mr. Brown stood up and said to Nimolan:
"There will be a band performance here in the evening, you can stay and watch, and the drinks are free."
Nimolan smiled and looked at Mr. Brown who was joking at her, and nodded.
This bar is not big, but it is very popular. Most of them are young people. They are very fashionable in their clothes. It seems that most of them come here for Mr. Brown's fame. The band's performance is indeed great.
The first band to come on stage was composed of four girls. The lead singer was obviously Asian at first glance. He had long black hair, thick black smoke, a pair of thick-soled platform shoes, and a studded black leather jacket and leather trousers. He was totally the same.
Typical of punk.
Nimolan sat at the bar, sipping fruit juice and enjoying rock music.
The crowd swayed and danced to the rhythm of punk, and the lights flashed ambiguously, making people forget the troubles of the day.
Nimolan drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, but the moment he put down the glass, he saw a familiar figure.
Ji Moxuan?
In a daze, Ji Moxuan also saw Nimolan. The two looked at each other across the dance floor, knowing that a blond woman had her arms around Ji Moxuan's neck, as if she would kiss him the next moment!
"Boom!" A voice suddenly came up from the heart. It felt as debilitating as jumping from a twenty-story building. Before I had time to think about what was going on, everything was replaced by the weightless feeling of falling rapidly.
Senses!
By the time Nimo Lan felt that she was still breathing, she had already stood up from her seat and came to the edge of the dance floor. She was trying hard to find the two people submerged on the dance floor, but the light was too dazzling.
She can't find it!
Did she see it wrong? She asked herself.
Yes, she must have seen it wrong! She answered herself.
Suddenly her arm hurt, and the next moment she bumped into someone's chest.
Between the light and shadow, he lowered his head and looked at her, with thick emotions in his eyes that could not be resolved.
Nimolan's mouth opened in shock. She didn't expect that Ji Moxuan would pull her into his chest and yell to herself loudly: "Let's go!"
"I won't leave!" Subconsciously, Nimolan threw away Ji Moxuan's arm and stepped back.
After quitting the big event, she fell straight backwards, and what was waiting for her was a dance floor half a meter deep!
In the midst of lightning and flint, Ji Moxuan grabbed Nimolan's arm, hugged her and fell together. Nimolan only felt that his head was buried in his arms, and the pain was not serious.
When she opened her eyes, Ji Moxuan had already stood up and shook her, asking: "Is something okay? Is something okay?"
Nimolan stared at Ji Moxuan with only his lips opening and closing in the music, and smiled stupidly.
Coming out of the bar, Ji Moxuan asked bluntly: "Why are you coming to the bar so late?"
"You are only allowed to hug and dance with blonde girls in the bar, but you are not allowed to come here to have sex with handsome blue-eyed guys?" Nimolan provoked in an angry tone.
Ji Moxuan's eyes widened speechlessly, and he said viciously: "Why are you so wanton?"
"I'm promiscuous? I haven't said you're promiscuous yet! I just drink in the bar and listen to rock music. How is it like you? Not only do you find a blonde girl to hug, but you also dance on the dance floor! Why are you so carefree?
Woolen cloth?"
"Which man in this world doesn't care? A French girl with big breasts and a big butt is more attractive than a woman like you who wants a figure but not a figure, and a face but not a face! Normal men's physiological reactions, earthly leopards, jealousy! Also,
I wasn't dancing at all, it was clearly the girl who hugged me and wouldn't let me go. If I danced, everyone in the bar would be shocked." Ji Moxuan always seemed to be getting happier the more he said this.
Seeing that he showed no sign of repentance, Nimolan's complexion became even worse. She stopped arguing with him and turned around to stop the taxi.
As a result, Ji Moxuan pulled him into his arms. He smiled and said, "You are unhappy when you see me with other women, aren't you?"
"Fuck me! I just... let go of me! A wandering spirit like you, I would have to be blind to come back to you..." Nimolan didn't know how to be sarcastic. At this time, she
He didn't even care how outrageous his words were.
But even though it was too much, Ji Moxuan was still not angry. Instead, he smiled: "I really didn't have anything with that woman, I was just taken advantage of."
"Taking advantage? Are there any people like you who have been taken advantage of?" Nimolan couldn't understand Ji Moxuan's thinking at all. She believed that a man should be responsible for a woman and should be devoted to a woman. All those sexual intercourse and ambiguous relationships should be eliminated.
, this is the most basic respect for your lover!
"Hey, hey, hey, listen to me, okay!" Ji Moxuan knew that Nimolan was really angry this time, so he grabbed her and tried to explain.
Nimolan couldn't break free from Ji Moxuan's restraints, so she had to let him hug her.
Ji Moxuan's voice was low and looked particularly sexy at night in Paris. He said: "After meeting you, I have only had sex with one woman, you. The others were all just a show. I am telling the truth!"
"I don't care if what you are telling the truth, you'd better behave yourself anyway. I don't want to be infected with any disease from you!"
When Ji Moxuan heard what Nimolan said, his good mood suddenly disappeared: "What do you think I am! Nimolan, you are so cruel! In just three years, how did you become a vicious tongue?
Woolen cloth?"
"I'm telling the truth! Ji Moxuan, tell me, how many women are around you, Tianxue will not tell you, of course, I will count those women who call and send text messages to your mobile phone when they have nothing to do, and who have extra money to send gifts to your office.
I can’t even count you. In the past three years, you have been looking for women all the time. Is this fair to me? There is only one man next to me. As for you, you are flirting with women and being in love everywhere. Don’t I have the right to worry about you?
"
Ji Moxuan was speechless all of a sudden. In the past, he would have said, "Of course you are not qualified, you are just a woman who waits for me to go to bed", something similar to hurt her and embarrass her, but now, he faintly
Yueyue felt strange. He didn't want to hurt her and embarrass her. Even if she misunderstood him or said something uglier, he didn't want to deliberately keep her thousands of miles away like before.
So he lowered his head, and when he raised his face, he had a flattering expression on his face: "I won't do it anymore. I'm really sorry."
He pressed her head in his arms: "——I'm sorry. For what happened today and what happened last night."
Nimolan froze, she had forgotten what happened last night! She could forget!
This is not normal Nimolan, your mind is wavering!
Nimolan pushed Ji Moxuan away and took a step back: "No need to say sorry, I just said these things because I was confused for a moment. For the sake of the child, I will stay with you until our contract ends. During this period, I will
My duty is to be your wife, so please restrain yourself."
Ji Moxuan's eyes darkened instantly when he heard Nimolan say this. He tried his best to smile, but it was very unnatural. He nodded, then walked past Nimolan and turned his back to her and said: "
Let’s go, it’s getting late, let’s go back.”
"oh."
Looking at the scenery outside, Nimolan closed her eyes deeply. She was slowly letting her heart calm down, and then diluted the presence of the person next to her with things about Li Fuyuan.
In the past three years, Li Fuyuan always liked to sit on the lawn and read a book, which would last for a long time. Sometimes she would sit next to him and listen to music, and sometimes she would just lie on the lawn and sleep. When it was time to eat,
, Li Fuyuan would pat her face and say to her, "It's time to eat."
That was the most beautiful sentence she had ever heard. It was so simple that it made you want to cry, and happiness grew in it. That kind of happiness was calm and calm like running water, not as loud as the sound of a beating heart at this moment.
, the pain was as if she was addicted. A bitter smile crept onto the corners of Nimolan's mouth, and tears filled her eyes.
Ji Moxuan drove the car quietly, only glanced at her side face, and said nothing again.
Back at the church, the servants and Raymond had already left.
When Ji Moxuan parked the car and returned to the house, he only saw Nimolan standing in front of the black cross with his back to him, motionless.
He walked to her side and looked at her profile.
Her voice echoed in the empty hall: "God, tell me, what should I do?"
At that moment, Ji Moxuan's hand was hanging in the air. He only had to stretch forward a little more and he could hug her shoulders.
However, he finally put down his hand and asked softly: "What are you thinking about?"