The bonfire was burning, and the crowd fell into an unspeakable silence. The laughter that broke out after the silence was obvious. From the horrified eyes of the people, it was clear that this silence would not have any subsequent effects.
, Mike and Gamor, who were lying on the ground at this time, looked up at the young man's figure. Behind Jia Ming, Shirley, who was kneeling on the ground while holding his clothes, could not stand up yet, covering her mouth with one hand.
Looking at the big iron box and the collapsing debris in front of him, he murmured: "oh-my-god...oh-my-god..."
"Cough...cough..."
After a long while, the only sound of breathing in the factory was heard from a sudden cough. Turning around, Yahan stared blankly at this side, while coughing lightly, she stretched out her hand to rub her chest - she choked on her saliva.
Standing there, Jiaming took a deep breath with a faint smile on his face.
From an ordinary person's perspective, being speechless by so many people looking at them with surprise or awe is really a very satisfying vanity thing, but for Ji Ming, such a
Vanity can only bring a slight feeling of powerlessness. He pulled up Shirley from behind and patted her shoulder: "Well done, keep up the hard work." He walked towards Yahan.
Opposite me, Yahan patted her chest and looked at him blankly. Her smiling eyes were a little surprised and a little novel. She had known how powerful Jiaming was before, but she had never seen him reach such a level when he really took action.
Inhuman degree.
Gently, he took her hand.
"Uh, you..."
"We should go."
"Huh? Where to go..."
"leave here."
No one spoke around, but when the two held hands and walked out of the factory, several people in front of them subconsciously moved out of the way. When passing by Mike, Yahan turned around, smiled and stretched out her hand to wave.
, expressed thank you and goodbye, and soon, under the gaze of everyone, the two disappeared into the snow-covered world...
After leaving the town, they spent the night in a tent in a nearby snow-covered mountain forest. Without the hustle and bustle of the city, or even any trace of man-made activity, they cleared away the snow in the woods and lit a bonfire.
The night sky after the snow is cloudless, and through the forest skeleton composed of straight tree trunks, you can clearly see the twinkling stars in the sky.
With Jiaming's rich knowledge of outdoor life, he had prepared everything in advance. The night was not cold. Of course, due to Yahan's physical problems, the two just hugged each other and slept for one night. The next day, the two
When people return to New York, the whole city is already filled with a warm Christmas atmosphere.
Due to the cessation of snow, the originally grounded flights have now taken off again. It is only temporarily returning the limelight to the United States. Castro has just died. If you take the plane, it is difficult to guarantee whether the village will run the risk of being fully suppressed by the U.S. government.
Do anything out of the ordinary. The matter of returning home was left to Yanhuang Xingxing. On this day, the two of them spent a day shopping in the most prosperous stores in New York City. In the evening, Yanhuang Xingxing had already made arrangements for the next day.
An ocean freighter secretly returned to China as a smuggler. At around nine o'clock in the evening, Jia Ming and Ya Han temporarily broke up and drove to Salier Manor alone.
He crossed the wall, sneaked through the heavily guarded small square and garden, and secretly entered the second floor of the villa. Everything in the room where he stayed temporarily was as it was yesterday, even the bedding was messy, and it was still the same as when he left more than two days ago.
appearance.
Pushing the window open, passing through the room and entering the corridor inside the villa, he smelled a faint smell of alcohol, the sound of TV series could be heard faintly, and the heating seemed to be insufficient. When he came to the corner of the stairs in the corridor, the lights in the living room below were
It was off, but the TV was on. The light flickered on and off, illuminating a small area in the living room, and then he saw Marilyn on the sofa.
In the bright and dark light of the TV, he walked over quietly, wearing a thin nightgown. The blond woman seemed to be curled up on the sofa and fell asleep.
Western women are prone to aging. Many women will quickly become bloated after giving birth. Even if it is not too obvious, their waist circumference will often be larger than others. After entering their thirties, wrinkles and spots will appear on their faces.
The occurrence of skin laxity is much faster than that of Asians. However, perhaps related to life experience, these symptoms that make people appear to be aging did not show any signs in Marilyn's body.
Having already passed her thirtieth birthday, her skin is still as smooth and delicate as a girl's, her waist is slender, her legs are long and sexy, and her breasts are plump but not bloated. When she was in her teens, she gave birth to Heidi to Tang Jingyao.
, has been living a lonely and lonely life in the United States since then. In the few years after she was rescued by Jiaming in 1995, she began to contact the outside world. While she became mature and independent, her body remained like that of a girl.
Such vitality. But at this moment, it seems that this body, which is still sexy and attractive, also has an unprecedented haggardness, as if it is dead.
Her nightgown was a bit messy, and the smell of alcohol filled the air. She was lying there curled up, frowning in her sleep, and her blond hair was messy and scattered around her side. When Jia Ming approached, his left hand on the edge of the sofa shook slightly.
With a trembling and banging sound, a wine bottle fell to the ground, and half of the bottle of wine flowed out wantonly, soaking the surrounding carpets. On the coffee table in front, there were several bottles of whiskey that had been drunk.
bottle.
He walked over and picked up the wine bottle and put it on the coffee table. He squatted in front of the sofa and looked at her sleeping appearance. This was the first time he saw such a scene from her.
I remember that more than three years ago, in Jianghai, after Tang Jingyao died, she wanted to commit suicide, but was stopped by him. That should be the most painful moment in her life. However, after that, she chose to seduce a child to forget about it.
Painful, even then, he had never seen her become what she is today.
Perhaps just as love cannot be a guarantee of a lifelong relationship, responsibility and accommodation can make people grow old together, so the loss of spiritual sustenance reflects
It is even more sad to fall in love. Three years ago, he saw a woman who was like a silk thread that could not survive if he relied on it. He once thought that this silk thread would become mature in the future. At least it would reduce a certain sense of dependence.
However, now it seems that this silk plant has become more dependent and hopeless...
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He rarely sighed, because few things would make him really feel helpless. However, at this time, he finally sighed softly, and it was difficult to explain what he felt. In front of him, Marilyn shrank once again.
His body trembled slightly. Jiaming stood up, found the remote control of the air conditioner in the living room, and turned up the temperature. When he turned around, the figure on the sofa sat up at some point and stared at him like a ghost.
Jiaming was not too surprised, and over there, he seemed to be confirming whether what was in front of him was an hallucination. For a while, neither party spoke. For a moment, Marilyn suddenly turned her head to one side, and vomited with a sound. The smell of alcohol and alcohol filled the living room.
The unpleasant smell of sour rot filled the air. Jiaming picked up the small trash can and walked over, then patted her on the back.
The overwhelming vomiting lasted for about half a minute. After regaining her breath a little, Marilyn turned her head and said, "You, really..." Then, Jiaming blocked her words with the napkin he was holding to wipe her mouth.
"I still have a few hours to leave the United States, so I came to see you."
Jiaming said lightly, and after a while of silence, Marilyn said as if she was about to cry: "I'm sorry..."
"No. It was actually my fault for not explaining last time... You are right..."
Marilyn shook her head haggardly, her thoughts still a little confused, as if she didn't know how to answer: "Heidi... Heidi fell asleep, I coaxed her for a long time... finally fell asleep, and I just...
I'll ask her to come down. You wait for her, you must see her... She has been crying for more than a day..."
She struggled to get up, and then fell down weakly. Jia Ming shook his head: "Later, there's no rush." He stretched out his hand and picked her up. At this time, Marilyn's body was full of alcohol and she was vomiting.
The filth was splashed on the nightgown, and it smelled like a beggar or a drunkard living in a dark alley in New York. While carrying her upstairs, Marilyn held Jiaming's arm tightly with both hands. It seemed as if
He might disappear at any time. He murmured: "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."
"You seem to have gained weight." Jiaming joked.
Entering Marilyn's room, Jia Ming walked into the bathroom and filled the bathtub with hot water. But when he was about to put her down, Marilyn shook her head as if she was frightened: "You need a hot bath.
Don’t worry, I won’t leave.”
Marilyn still stubbornly held his hand, looked at him and whispered: "Wash it for me."
This was not a taboo thing between the two of them. Jia Ming put her into the hot water, took off her soaked nightgown and underwear, picked up a bath towel and wiped her body. When he smiled
When he said, "Except for Heidi, I have never done this kind of thing for anyone, and you are not a child." Marilyn started scrubbing herself, but still let him stay with her.
She was weak at this time and drunk. When she stood up, she was staggering. She was steaming with heat and was in a daze. After finally taking a bath, Jiaming wrapped her whole body in a big bath towel and carried her to the bed.
After curling up next to him for a long time, Marilyn asked weakly: "Do you still want me?"
"Well, I also want the land."
This unhesitating answer made her feel at ease. Her completely naked body was wrapped in a wide bath towel. She leaned closely against Jiaming and curled up next to him. Although Jiaming looked like a teenager,
She is already a fully mature and independent woman. However, there may be few scenes that can express the concept of the word "little bird" in contrast. They said a few words on the bed, and when they talked about Heidi, Jia Ming came to the door.
He waved his hand: "Come in."
The door was gently opened, and what appeared there was a little girl with her head lowered, her face full of panic and haggard. Her fingers were gently tugging on the corners of her clothes. There seemed to be tears on her face, maybe she was trying to make a move.
Her gentleness went unnoticed. She had no shoes on, and her small bare feet were rubbing helplessly.
After hesitating for a moment, she timidly entered the room. Marilyn subconsciously sat upright, pulled the towel on her body, and left the house to be clearer. However, Heidi did not rush towards Jiaming as usual, but bypassed the house. Ming climbed onto the bed and sat next to her mother. Marilyn stretched out her arms and hugged her.
Gently touching Heidi's head, Jiaming laughed: "I don't dislike you, but there are some things that you are too young to understand."
"sorry……"
"I told you, I don't dislike you."
"You don't like me, but you like mom." The girl whispered softly, with a hint of unwillingness in her resentful tone, "I can't steal her..."
Not knowing how to answer such words, Marilyn could only hug her daughter in silence and look at Jiaming in a panic, but Jiaming smiled: "I won't tell children this, you are also dirty. , go take a hot bath, I still have two hours, before that I will help you get some food."
He said and got out of the bed, then walked out of the corridor and closed the door with his backhand. The mother and daughter on the bed looked at the closed door. Marilyn whispered: "Go take a shower." Heidi nodded and got off the bed. Then there was a sudden pull, and with Marilyn's soft cry, she ran into the bathroom dragging her big bath towel and slammed the door.
Sitting naked on the bed, Marilyn didn't know for a moment whether she was laughing or annoyed, or worried about her daughter. After a while, she had no choice but to get out of bed weakly, go to the closet to find some clothes and put them on. In the bathroom, Xiaohai Di hugged the bath towel, with a prank smile still on her face, but tears were already streaming down her face. For a moment, she bit into the thick bath towel, trembling, and started crying silently, leaning her body against the wall, Slide down slowly...