On the 26th of December, the superintendent came back with his wife and children.
The chief inspector said to Gu Qingzhou and Si mu, "don't run in two places, either. Live here in the new year."
Gu Qingzhou's face is smiling.
Fang Fei looked at her.
"Yes," said Sima
Gu Qingzhou didn't look at him, but said to Si Xingfu, "let's live here. I'd better go back to my new house. Dad, I know the bed. "
The governor's tolerance for taking care of the light boat was almost to the point of doting. He immediately said: "there are many things to do during the new year, so sleep well. Since you know the bed, you'd better not move. "
Sifangfei lowered her eyes and remained still.
Mrs. Si tut said: "how to recognize bed"
"children have their own habits!" The governor set up a horse road.
The matter came to an end.
Although Sima agreed, he would not live if he could not take care of the boat.
Two people go back in the same car, take care of the light boat and sit alone with arms folded. The whole person is in the dark.
Sima sits beside her, can smell the fragrance in her hair, floating and sinking in her heart, even unable to calm down.
"I know you can't talk." "All of a sudden," said simmer.
Take care of the boat.
She knew what smoot wanted to say.
Up to now, she and Si Xingfu have not been able to tell the governor about it.
Gu Qingzhou yearns for family affection. The Secretary's family has given her family affection, except that the old lady is the inspector. She takes good care of the inspector's feelings.
So she can't say.
"You think too much. We're going to talk about it in the new year." Gu Qingzhou light, "Si mu, I and he have been engaged."
Sima is speechless.
When the car arrived at the new house, it began to rain. Winter cold rain, everywhere of Qiu Zhi thuse, cold meaning qinjin sleeve bottom.
When Gu Qingzhou got off, the adjutant came over with an umbrella.
All of a sudden, Sima stepped forward and took the umbrella.
He and Gu Qingzhou stand under the same umbrella curtain. The street light at the door is orange, but the oil cloth umbrella is tight. It is dark under the umbrella.
They stand side by side.
Sima and Gu are very close to each other. They can smell her when they get into the boat. It's a little warm and fragrant.
Gu Qingzhou did not flinch.
"Gu Qingzhou, you used to be my fiancee!" Sima said one word at a time.
Gu Qingzhou's face sank slightly: "and then?"
"Then you fell in love with sixianpu. You had a mistake first." Si Mu Dao.
Gu Qingzhou sips her lips.
She did think so.
But slowly, she was used to the sense of guilt, she has not been so cheap himself.
It was her mother who was appointed with the Secretary's family.
There is one thing that is often criticized in new newspapers: arranged marriage.
Gu Qingzhou and Si Mu are arranged marriages. Those who have studied Neo liberal thought say it is a bad habit.
She is an old-fashioned person, but she is shocked to accept this.
She is not a debtor. She is the victim of arranged marriage.
If Sima is the bitter master, he must catch a person who hurt him, then it should be counted in his parents, his mother who cares about the boat, and the past era.
For five years in Germany, Simo should be more fashionable and know more about freedom and democracy than taking care of light boats.
He is pretending to be confused.
"I'm not wrong." Gu Qingzhou raises her eyes.
His eyes adapted to the darkness. In the sight of the light boat, the outline of SIMU's cheek was clear, but she could not see his expression clearly.
"You don't admit it." Sima said coldly, "even if you don't admit it, you are wrong."
After a pause, he said, "I was wrong."
Without waiting for what Gu Qingzhou said, he went on: "Gu Qingzhou, you have been wrong, I have been wrong, we can even.
You can be his fiancee, and of course you can be mine. I love you, I want to get you! "
After that, he tightened his grip on the light boat.
The umbrella was thrown aside.
Rain fell on Gu Qingzhou's face, cold and humid, just like Gu Qingzhou's mood.
In the humidity, there is anger that cannot be contained.
"That's interesting." Gu Qingzhou is allowed to be held by Sima, but her voice is quiet. She does not slow down and says, "Sima, you are really interesting now."
Simmer's arm was harder.
Gu Qingzhou said, "do you like me, or the purity of my body?"
Simu did not speak. His tall body tightly wrapped the softness of the light boat.
He seemed to work harder, trying to hold Gu Qingzhou tightly and forbid her to talk again.
Gu Qingzhou laughed and said, "simu, are you proud of your actions?"
Sima finally said, "I pursue what I want, natural pride."
"Sure enough, you don't even have the most basic self-esteem." Gu Qingzhou road.
What else did simmer want to say? He felt someone approaching. He turned back and immediately hit an adjutant with his elbow.
The adjutant was suddenly attacked and fell to the ground.
Sima clenched Gu's hand: "do you want someone to attack me?"
Gu Qingzhou's eyes frowned.
She shook off his hand.
Simmer did not let go, and he pulled her into his arms again.
He lowered his head and stroked her cheek.
The cold rain is like fog, which is floating in their sight. The green silk of Gu Qingzhou covers a thin layer of rain silk, just like the ice yarn.
Gu slightly closed his eyes.
Open it again, and the cold light will take you.
But Sima did not return.
His hand, as it brushed her cheek, raised her chin.
Two people look at each other.
He was so hot that he ran into the indifference and gloom of Gu Qingzhou.
Orange street lamp, put the light into the eyes of the light boat, her broken light is shining.
Gu Qingzhou smiles: "simu, I'm disgusted with you."
"It's OK. You'll like me later." Si Mu Dao.
After that, he bent over to kiss and take care of the boat.
Suddenly the back of the neck hurt.
Sima's eyes were dark, and his hands were still tightly around Gu's waist.
Her waist is very thin, and Sima can ring it with one hand. The fabric of her coat is wet, slippery, cool and soft.
Sima thought he was alert enough. How could he have a look? He fell down.
Gu Qingzhou pushes away his hand and pours it into the arms of his descendants.
She stood on tiptoe, clasped his neck firmly, and buried her thin body in his high.
She sighed softly.
The breath of Si Xingfu is the same as before.
"Drag it down." He murmured to the adjutant behind him. After that, he hugged Gu Qingzhou and carried him to his car.
Gu Qingzhou still hugged him, and her voice was lower. She said, "you are back!"
This exclamation, unprecedented dignified and gratified.
The Secretary nodded.
The two cars went away.
Night shrouded, the rain under the street lamp lightly, like silk thread, weaving obliquely and densely, want to draw a magnificent brocade.
Gu Qingzhou has been holding Si Xingfu, refusing to give up or even asking questions.