Falling back to gl

Chapter 8

The lights above were bright white, and the light was slightly dazzling.

The two were exposed under the clarity, and there was nothing to hide.

The former lovers are in the same room, the intimacy of the past is gone, they seem to be complete strangers, there is only a clear boundary line between them at that time, each is based on each other, and the two have nothing to do with each other.

Nanjia's attitude was straightforward, and he didn't hide his sense of alienation. It was quite straightforward - first step away from the relationship, and he didn't want to mess with the person next to him.

After all, it is the past tense, and there is no need to have any fetters involved.

Whether you recognize it or not is such a big deal, it is not important in essence.

Hearing this, Ji Cen'an closed his eyes and remained silent for a long time.

The difference in contrast between them at this time is quite large, and it seems that they don't belong to the same world, and they are far apart.

Nanjia's luxurious dress is added to her body. Even if there is a little casual exhaustion on her face, it has not changed much from a few years ago. It is still bright and generous, elegant and graceful, as always, like a white moon in the sky, high and unstoppable touch.

Ji Cen'an was far behind. She couldn't find any trace of the original shadow. The light was covered with a thick layer of dust, gloomy and gloomy. She could only see the gray and decadent accumulated in recent years on her body, and there was no such thing anymore. A kind of insolent high-spirited.Like a dying star, when it burns wantonly, it is dazzling and incomparable. After being lonely, there are only faint traces left, and it will be extinguished at any time.

There is a thin line of sky between the two sides. It seems close, but in fact it is very far away.

However, after being separated for three years, the two sides have become so different that they cannot be separated.

Ji Cen'an knew what was going on, he was silent for a moment, and confessed in a low voice: "I have something to do when I come back this time."

Know Nanga and understand what that means.

Don't get entangled or anything, just explain everything clearly.

"A few days ago..." Ji Cen'an said one after another, paused, and pondered for a while, "I didn't know you would go over."

Nanjia didn't like her following him, so he had to talk about it.

She is also to blame for her own sins. In the past, she was like a vicious control freak. Because she was jealous of Nanjia's kindness to outsiders and gentleness to Xu Xingjian, she couldn't help doing some excessive behavior. Not only did she follow her every day like a shadow Around Nanjia, this person would interfere in everything he did, and even almost did something impulsive and stupid later on, almost out of control.

She was very possessive of Nanjia, and once reached the point of being pathological.

It is probably because people always get nervous several times at a certain stage. This situation is particularly prominent in Ji Cen'an. She regards Nanjia as her own from the inside to the outside, and can't bear Nanjia's separation of thoughts. She just wanted this person to belong to her completely, so she did too many willful things.

At that time, Nanjia must not accept these things, so that Ji Cen'an used other unsightly means to force Nanjia to make concessions, and his paranoia was beyond redemption.

They were on the verge of collapse many times. Nanjia detested her, hated her actions, and wanted to leave several times, but Ji Cen'an didn't let Nanjia go, no matter what, she still couldn't separate in the end.

To this day, Nanjia is still worried about Ji Cen'an, this experience is deeply rooted in his bones, and he will never forget it.

Although Ji Cen'an lost the capital support she had back then, that doesn't mean she will definitely change.Some people's roots are crooked, and their nature is hard to change.

Ji Cen'an also understands some truths now, and can understand one or two things.

Aware of the other party's scruples, so give an explanation that should be given.

Not tracked, just a coincidence.

Nanjia didn't express too much about this answer, and said softly: "I seem to have seen Miss Jiang on Zifu Road before."

Zifu Road, the intersection where we waited for the bus last time.

The time I went out to see Uncle Yang at night.

Ji Cen'an was frank and hummed.

No denying, no lying.

"I met a friend over there." She replied, pointing to the end, without specifying who she met.

Nanjia knew Uncle Yang, and he was quite familiar with him.

Once upon a time, Yang Kaiming was the housekeeper here, and Uncle Yang still worked here for more than a year after Ji Cen'an transferred the ownership of the house to Nanjia.

Ji Cen'an didn't know Nanjia's current development and status, and he wouldn't easily push Uncle Yang out.

Of course, there is no need to talk.

Nanjia would not care about her affairs, and most of them would listen to it as useless nonsense.Needless to mention some aspects, after all, people on two roads, each with its own direction.

And as she expected, Nanjia's face was not touched much, and she didn't care about her recent situation after hearing it.

After explaining the main points clearly, Nanjia turned off the topic and asked some other questions.

The tone was still understated, as if he was talking to someone he didn't know. He was gentle and calm, and there was nothing unusual about it.It is also strangely cold, but it is also in line with this person's own temperament. Nanjia has always been like this, but at the beginning it was forced to go through the motions due to the great disparity in strength.Right now, there is no need to worry about Ji Cen'an's face, so there is no need to be as usual.

Nanjia asked unconcernedly, "Where did Miss Jiang get high school before?"

Ji Cen'an said: "I haven't decided yet."

"Boss Zhang said you are from Jianglin."

"Ah."

“The place is not bad.”

"Ah."

Nanjia's brows and eyes were tired, a little tired, "How long have you been there?"

"..." Ji Cen'an did not open his mouth slowly, thought for a long time, and then said, "Less than a month."

……

Boss Zhang, Zhang Linrong, the fat boss of the small bar.

The two sides talked some cutscenes, as if the current information is true.Nanjia Yizhen treated Ji Cen'an as "Jiang Can". On the surface, he was polite, but he didn't understand his intentions.

Compared with the first time we met, he was even colder, and he never looked at her directly.

Also.

Five years ago, Ji Cen'an was blessed with the status of the second miss of the Ji family. Anyone who saw her would not give her any favors. Even if she didn't like her in her heart, she had to pretend to be warm and familiar.

Didn't Nanjia do that at the time, seeing that Ji Cen'an didn't like him, but under pressure he had to be considerate, and in the end he had to accept Ji Cen'an's invitation to leave the charity party by car with him.

What is Ji Cen'an's status now, how can he have the same treatment.

It can be considered that Nanjia is self-cultivated, but if it were other people, those who were offended by Ji Cen'an and held grudges, she would have to shed her skin if she didn't die today, so don't think about it.

Tit for Tat. 30 years in Hedong, 30 years in Hexi.

Maybe it's because Ji Cen'an didn't feel much after being away for so long. Without the vigilance and hostility of the past, he can calm down.Not knowing what to do, Ji Cen'an went along with it for the time being, didn't mention leaving, and didn't say anything unpleasant.

Nanjia didn't drink that small sip of wine, but the smell of alcohol on her body was so strong that she could smell it right next to her.

Perhaps it was because of the alcohol, and because he stayed up so late at night, Nanjia's eyes were bloodshot, he looked lazy and careless, his gestures showed a sense of casualness, and his eyes were distracted .

Must be a little drunk.

Ji Cen'an could tell that the other party was not in a good mood, either.

Being tied together for such a long time, it's not that Ji Cen'an can't understand each other at all. Nanjia still has some habits, such as drooping his upper eyelids when he has something on his mind.

Nanjia mentioned the boy who was fighting and talked a little.

The boy is the son of a certain teacher in Nanga, and he has a good character. The fight with the National People's Congress that day was not about the so-called "two men fighting for one woman", but the gangster insisted on harassing the girl. The boy couldn't understand it, so he stood up. out to protect the girls.

The girl in question is also Xu Xingjian's student, she is an ordinary girl, she has a thin skin and no social experience, she doesn't know how to deal with this kind of thing correctly, and she didn't dare to speak up when she was bullied at first.

Now the police station has solved the problem, and the follow-up is the reconciliation of the fight, but the gangster has to pay for his words and deeds, and he will inevitably apologize and settle the claim.

Nanga slowly raised his wine glass and took a sip.

In the end, he drank the glass of wine and drank it down.

"Don't you want to drink?" Nanga asked, leaning on the back of the sofa.

The strength of the alcohol came up, and I felt a little uncomfortable, and my full chest heaved and heaved twice with my breathing, and I took a breath.

Ji Cen'an hasn't had a drink for a long time, so he won't touch this anymore.

Life is not going well, I have no money to buy it, and I don't have that kind of thought.

Nanjia didn't persuade her, she stood up after a while, and walked to the bedroom in an orderly manner.

Ji Cen'an gave her a hand and followed behind.

In the end, they spent hundreds of ambiguous days and nights intimately, and there was no need to say anything, as both parties knew what to do.

Together they went to the bed and pushed open the hidden cloakroom door.

Nanjia took off his shoes and went in, and said softly, "Miss Jiang, can I do you another favor?"

Ji Cen'an followed, knowing what to do, he took a white silk nightgown from the back of the cloakroom.

This scene happened often in the past, but the identities were reversed. In the past, it was Ji Cen'an who helped Nanjia, not Ji Cen'an.

She always has a lot of tricks to torture Nanjia, let Nanjia change her clothes, let him do something, sometimes it doesn't stop, she doesn't teach Nanjia to live better, until Nanjia begs for mercy.

The dress was taken off and fell to the ground.

Nanga was standing with his back to him, but Ji Cen'an could see from the side mirror.

The tattoo on the back of the opponent's waist is still the same, it is not covered, it is in the original shape.

Twin flowers with long peduncles, a twin flower, winding and twisting upwards, growing from the bottom to the top, mitering to the sexy and distinct line of the spine groove, enchanting and mysterious, at first glance it really looks like The plant burrowed into the tender skin.

Ji Cen'an gave it to Nan Jiawen herself, and every stitch was done by her hand.

She almost forgot why she tattooed Nanjia. Now that she saw it, in retrospect, it seemed that it was just a bet between the two of them.

Nanga lost and promised her a request on any condition.

That's what she asked for.

It hurt too much when writing, Nanjia scolded her.

She didn't stop, and persisted until the end.

After watching for a while, Ji Cen'an put his nightgown on Nanjia, and for a moment, he rarely took the initiative to ask: "Where did you go tonight?"

"Central area, on the side of Xiliu Road." Nanjia said.

Ji Cen'an lowered his eyes, looked down, reached forward from behind, and tied the thin nightgown straps in a calm manner.

"What to do?"

Nanjia remained motionless, letting her serve her, and replied: "There is an art exhibition, go over and have a look."

"To cheer for a friend?"

"No."

Ji Cen'an said: "That was invited by others."

Nanga nodded, and whispered softly: "It is."

Chatting one after another, quite the illusion of going back in time.

It's not like there was no period of such harmony between them, and it was fine for a while, similar to the current situation.

But that period of time did not last long, no more than half a month.

Such a close distance, and such a scene... Intentionally or not, Ji Cen'an felt that Nanjia stepped back a little, and reached into his arms.Her figure froze, and she didn't take the next step.

The woman in front of her was gentle and soft, with a faint scent of perfume in the alcohol.

Woody tone, the softness of cardamom mixed with the stability of white musk, light and layered.

The familiar taste in memory has not changed at all.

The material of the clothes is too thin, leaning back and forth in one place, each can clearly feel each other's body temperature, as well as every subtle movement and change of the other.

Nanjia moved closer again, and put one hand on Ji Cen'an's left arm which had not been put down yet.

Ji Cen'an froze and did not respond.

The nightgown slightly outlines the woman's graceful figure and sets off the high and low curvature of the inside, which can be seen clearly when you lower your eyes.

Nanga squeezed her wrist with a little force.

once, twice...

Ji Cen'an's fingertips moved uncontrollably, and his thick eyelashes trembled slightly.

The light in the cloakroom was not as dazzling as the one outside, it was a little more hazy.

An invisible barrier was erected unconsciously, trapping them all within it.

Nanjia turned around, raised his hand to touch her face, and took off the peaked cap gently and slowly.

Ji Cen'an didn't stop him, he didn't stop this person.

Without the cover of the hat, the messy hair hangs down, and the outline of the long-lost face is revealed.

He stroked the side of her face with his fingertips, touched her chin, and stayed there for two seconds.

Nanjia looked straight into her eyes and asked in a low voice, "Why do you want to come back?"

With his eyelids half closed, Ji Cen'an looked away.

Unwilling to confront.He didn't speak, and avoided answering.

Nanga didn't need her answer either.

Hands moved behind her ears again, Nanjia touched the rope of the mask, but did not untie it, only brushed her hair, pinned it behind her carefully, and then said slowly: "It's not very similar actually, you Unlike her..."