Thank you Yi Leng for the gold medal, thank you for the flowers you ignored, and thank you for your support.
"No, it's not what you think." He whispered in her ear.
"No? But isn't that what you've always done?"
"Not anymore, never again."
"You said you wouldn't bother me again, but you still came. How should I believe your words?"
"..." He broke everything he had created, and now he wants to overturn it again. It is like a slap in the face to himself.
He suddenly had no words, only actions.
........
The high-speed train was moving forward at lightning speed, heading towards Montpellier.
Qiao Ni covered her eyes and most of her face with big glasses, looking at the scenery passing by outside the window without any expression.
But my heart was raging.
Everything that happened last night was like a huge stone thrown into the lake, disturbing the calm spring water.
He pressed her into the small bathtub, kissed her crazily, and seemed to use all his strength to knead her into his body.
The feeling of being pressed down by a huge boulder made her unable to breathe.
He said he wanted to get her again.
Her body, her heart, everything.
When he was about to conquer her further, she gave up her struggle and allowed him to take it, because she knew that her fight and struggle with him would be ineffective.
He said as he watched her lying underneath him with an expressionless face.
"If you want to do something, do whatever you want." It seemed like he had no energy left, a compromise, a desperate compromise.
She has never won against him.
He frowned.
Changed, everything has changed.
In the past, no matter how he oppressed or tortured her, she would resist, fight for, and resist. She was like a tough grass, with tenacious vitality, vigorous strength, and an aura of refusing to admit defeat.
But now.
She was so obedient.
There is no more resistance.
No more struggle.
It no longer has that momentum.
Is it all because of yourself?
He stopped his hand and looked at her quietly with her eyes closed tightly, as if she was ready to be slaughtered at any moment.
The originally thin face became even thinner, as if the sharp bones were about to break through the fair and clear skin. The eye sockets were slightly sunken, but the slight black color was very obvious under the eyes. The lips were also white instead of the original red.
.
Has she been having a bad time recently? Has she been worried and afraid of something? Is it all because of herself?
So, was her smile, her joy and joy that he saw all fake?
If so, then, am I wrong?
My heart suddenly hurts very much.
"I'm sorry." He kissed her for the last time and murmured.
Then, he put her clothes back on, reluctantly looked at her, stood up, and left.
Although it was as quiet as when it came, it had already disturbed everything in the house, especially Qiao Ni, who was lying in the bathtub.
...
She covered her face with her hands, seemingly burying all her tears.
In the bathroom, waves of suppressed choking sounds could be heard for a long time.
Didn’t you say you won’t cry? Didn’t you say you won’t cry for anyone?
But why is this man so sad after saying so many strange things that he doesn't want to hear? Why is it so useless?
.......
This morning she didn't know it was dawn until Ye Yang knocked on the door.
She asked him to wait outside, gathered her emotions, and put on the super-large sunglasses that Ding Xixi gave her, which were said to be very star-like, to cover her red and swollen eyes and heavy dark circles.
Following Ye Yang to Montpellier now seems to be to temporarily escape someone.
Because I haven't figured out what to do yet, just hide for one day.
...
"What's wrong, are you tired?" The train was still running, but she didn't say a word along the way. She was really shocked when he saw her wearing big sunglasses in front of him early this morning.
It seems that this is not the way she likes to dress.
It must be because of that person, she didn't sleep last night.
Otherwise, why wouldn't the door even be opened?
Ye Yang looked at her dull face
"It's okay." She shook her head, leaning against the window and seemed very weak. But she was wearing huge sunglasses all morning so he couldn't see her expression clearly.
"Then it's like having no energy. I haven't spoken since I got on the train." After a sleepless night, I caught the first train to Montpellier early in the morning. I couldn't say I was tired, how could it be possible, especially my heart.
"The scenery is so beautiful that there is nothing to say. But since you said so, okay, let's talk about what you want to say now." She said with a smile.
French trains are not like Chinese trains, which are crowded with people. The short-distance means of transportation here are private cars, taxis, and buses, while the long-distance means of travel are airplanes, so in order to save trouble
French people rarely take trains, so there are only a few passengers in the long carriages and hundreds of train seats, so she doesn't have to worry about anyone looking at them.
The scenery outside the window is indeed beautiful.
Large green fields, grape trellises, and unknown plants embellish the originally empty place with vibrant greenery, which seems to be full of inspiring power.
"The place we go to will be hundreds and thousands of times more beautiful than here, so don't let your jaw drop in surprise." He said to her jokingly.
"Okay, then I'll wait for that beautiful place you mentioned." She said with a very interested look.
"You'll know when you get there." He smiled and stuffed a grape into her mouth.
...
Three hours by train, three and a half hours by car.
Arrive in Montpellier around 2 p.m.
Montpellier is located in the south of France and is the sixth largest city in France. It is famous for its humid Mediterranean climate, long university culture, high-end science and technology, ancient castles, and beautiful scenery.
The tall Mediterranean-style buildings reveal a sense of age and history. Ancient and modern are in strong contrast, but they also coexist very well in the same city.
Mysterious, magnificent, magnificent, almost awe-inspiring.
The manor of Professor Dieter's family.
Located in a small town on the outskirts of Montpellier.
Professor Dieter previously taught at the University of Paris, was a professor of architecture, and a doctoral supervisor. After retirement, he returned to his hometown to enjoy life.
Professor Dieter's home is very large, more like a city than a big yard.
The large yard of nearly 1,000 square meters is filled with colorful flowers and plants.
There are bright and eye-catching roses that symbolize love, crystal grapes that are crystal clear and green, irises that are still standing after the flowering season, and many flowers with different shapes and bright colors that Joni cannot name.
Walking in the yard, I feel the fragrance of flowers and plants in the scorching air.
Swings, wooden horses, rocking chairs, parasols, and small dining tables were placed casually but very comfortably in a small open space in front of the ancient building.
Professor Dieter is a cute old man with thin hair who likes to smile and hold a pipe every day.
The gray beard is slightly raised at the corner of the lips, which is quite comic style. He is wearing a Hawaiian short-sleeved floral shirt, Scottish plaid suspender shorts, British retro patterned leather shoes, and a large pipe with a sense of era in his mouth.
Smoke was coming out from the top, and the whole shape looked like those cute old grandfathers in cartoons. Qiao Ni was quite fond of it when she first saw it.
"Oh, jo, long time no see." When we first met, Professor Dieter stepped forward and hugged Ye Yang like a child. The two of them were warm for a long time, and it seemed that no amount of intimacy could be too close, regardless of the differences in region, race, and age.
It seems that it is not reflected in them at all.
"Yes, long time no see, you are getting younger and younger." Ye Yang praised the lovely old man very sincerely.
"Hoho, I also feel that I have become a lot younger recently." Professor Dieter whispered in his ear quietly like a whisper. He looked so playful and did not look like someone who is nearly 70 years old.
"Haha, jo, you look very good recently." He patted him on the shoulder, not like an elder asking a younger one, but as a complete friend.
"If you are in a good mood, you will certainly look good."
"You forgot to introduce this beautiful lady." Dieter looked at Joni who was standing aside and watching them.
"This is Qiao Ni, my girlfriend." He introduced generously.
"Oh, beautiful Miss Qiao." She said, taking Qiong's hand and kissing it politely.
"Hello, Professor Dieter." Because their chat was relaxed, there was no awkwardness or stiffness in meeting them for the first time.
"I'm very happy that Jo can be with you." He said pleasantly.
"Thanks."
"I'll take you to your accommodation first, take a shower, and then we'll have a good chat." After a brief exchange, Professor Dieter pulled Ye Yang toward his Mediterranean-style building.
It looks like a white house overall, but there are large painted patterns of gods and monsters on it. Ye Yang said that this is their custom to express their respect for gods.
The settings in the building are all kinds of strange, including old rococo armchairs, Chinese classical wooden round tables, and Italian white low tables.
The interior decoration of the entire house can be said to be a culmination of various places, with each area occupying one place in the south and the north in the sea. It is simply a base camp where items are concentrated.
"This is it." Go up to the second floor and take the escalator to the second room on the right.
The interior is very simple, with long wooden floors. Although it is a bit old and will make a squeaking sound when you step on it, it is very clean. It is an extra-large double bed, and it is estimated that four people can sleep on it at the same time without a problem.
An old-style wooden table is placed with some papers and books, and wooden chairs of the same color and texture are placed behind it. Next to it is a long Mediterranean-style sofa that can accommodate one person. It has gilded edges and a leather surface. Although it is a bit old, it feels comfortable to sit on it.
It's very comfortable and there's a small bathroom next to it.
The one arranged by Joni is built next door and is almost the same.
"After taking a shower, take a good rest. I'll call you after dinner." He said to her after placing the luggage.
"Um."
Qiao Ni took a simple bath and then took a nap. She was awakened by the dreams of several little ghosts that kept popping up, so she simply stopped sleeping.
I opened the door and planned to walk around here for a while, so I felt familiar.
But just as he was about to go down the stairs, he suddenly saw a pair of black eyes, shining with a cold light, seeming to be filled with murderous intent, slowly meandering up the stairs.
"Ah." After realizing what it was for a moment, Qiao Ni screamed in fright.