MTL - Not Spare the Years-Chapter 103

After eating with Qi Qing, it was already dark.

After they drove Qi Qing back to their residence, they went straight back to the small courtyard.

After a day of running, the first thing I do when I get home is to take a shower.

Zhou Zhenyue asked Mu Xueyi to wash first.

When Mu Xueyi was taking a bath, she closed her eyes and let the water drenched on top of her head.

She hasn't spoken much since the episode at the dinner.

Disturbed.

It stands to reason that when she heard Zhou Zhenyue's words, she should feel full of happiness.

She was also really happy for a while.

But there are some hidden problems behind these beautiful things... She can't completely ignore them.

She actually knew very well that Ah Yue had always loved her deeply. She also unswervingly loves Ah Yue. The problem between them has never been a question of which one loves or doesn't love.

is trust.

…a worn-out trust.

A piece of cloth, shredded twice in a row. Even if there is a reason for the incident, even if the other party can understand, the cracks already exist.

She was very afraid that Zhou Zhenyue would always prepare for the sudden disappearance of Mu Xueyi throughout her life.

Obviously, the golden handcuffs, the contract, and all the things that could bind her, couldn't remove the grudge in Zhou Zhenyue's heart. Otherwise, Zhou Zhenyue would not always subconsciously feel that the five-day harmony would only be a "false", let alone say that sentence:

"Whether it's two days later, two years later, or 20 years later, whether I'm with you or not."

In A Yue's heart, it seems that she no longer believes that she can accompany her to the end.

It only takes a moment to destroy trust.

Restoring trust requires a long and firm giving.

It can't be done overnight.

How could she hope to restore all of Ah Yue's trust with just this trip?

Perhaps, those cracks torn out by the years...

It can only be handed over to the years to fill it up again.

Mu Xueyi grabbed the water pipe, and the water flowed from the side of his face to his chin, and fell to the ground ticking.

Can't help but chuckle.

People always say that time is not forgiving, but most people are also doing what they want to do and going where they want to go.

...forgive each other.

Turn off the water valve switch.

Mu Xueyi gathered up her wet long hair, pierced her five fingers between her hair, and the filtered water droplets trickled down the back of her snow-white hand to her wrist and forearm. The drooping curled eyelashes were also covered with dew, and when he raised his eyes, it flowed back into his eye sockets.

It looks like Lake Yamanaka formed by lava blocking the river on Mount Fuji.

time flies.

Tomorrow is the last day in Gao River.

Like a thief hiding behind a masquerade, she invited her princess to a flamboyant, short dance. The fairy tale book is about to be finished, and the time she has stolen has come to an end.

After taking a bath.

Mu Xueyi walked behind Zhou Zhenyue who was looking at the documents on her phone, hooked her neck, kissed her, and pulled her to the bed.

Say no more.

Zhou Zhenyue seemed to want to say something, but looking at Mu Xueyi's silent appearance, she didn't say a word in the end, she just catered to her tacitly.

Like the princess consciously put her hand on the palm of the masked evening dress, and tacitly completed the final dance together.

That night, they made love all night long.

On the swing, in the house, at the table.

Asking each other, filling each other.

The next day, they got up very late.

Originally, on the last day, Mu Xueyi wanted to take Zhou Zhenyue to the scenic spots in Gaochuan. But the two of them didn't seem to want to go through this transition, they just wanted to seize every last minute and second and possess each other.

At least on this day, they are the most distracted.

Don't think about the Zhou family and the Mu family, don't think about the betrayal and abandonment in the past, just like they agreed, let each other's feelings remain the same as before. Pretend to have no grudges, pretend to be the other's fiancée.

In this way, every minute of intimacy will become the sweetest warmth on the apex.

Perhaps it will also become the only tenderness that you will have to savor repeatedly for the rest of your life.

I have to say, there is quite the kind of stupidity and naivety that fly into the flames.

Mu Xueyi smiled bitterly in his heart.

Yesterday, they kept calling each other their wife. All day today, no one mentioned these two words again.

Probably trying to get used to the days after this false end.

When he reached the top for the last time, Mu Xueyi cried softly with tears in his eyes:

"Ayue."

Not sister Yue, not wife.

It's Ayue.

Zhou Zhenyue froze on her obviously.

Then bowed his head.

A tooth mark was bitten **** her collarbone.

The clock on the table had reached half past five in the afternoon.

Zhou Zhenyue got up and went to take a shower.

After she finished rushing, Mu Xueyi went to rush too.

When Mu Xueyi got dressed and came out, Zhou Zhenyue had packed all their luggage, packed two large bags, and waited beside the off-road vehicle at the door.

A day and a night on the road. Now, it's time to hit the road.

Mu Xueyi climbed onto the passenger seat, covered her clothes, and slept with her eyes closed.

I didn't feel sleepy, but I didn't know what to say to Zhou Zhenyue at this time.

She couldn't guess Zhou Zhenyue's mind.

If you can't figure it out, it's best to keep silent. Otherwise, any gaffes will hurt her.

But she didn't think that the silence itself was already a kind of harm.

Zhou Zhenyue held the steering wheel tightly, her back teeth were too tightly clenched, and the bones in her cheeks bulged slightly.

She tried to speak countless times, trying to say:

Otherwise, let's just keep pretending.

She thought that when Xueyi talked to her, she could always turn the topic around.

Try to ask the other person, can you... continue to do this dream.

be old. do it to death.

But Mu Xueyi always curled up on the corner of the seat without saying a word.

It's not that Zhou Zhenyue didn't know that such numerous concessions and tolerances were really humble.

Before Mu Xueyi came to seek reconciliation, she had persuaded herself to believe her despite everything, how could she have a second and third time so easily?

But if you don't forgive...

Having tasted the sweetness of these five days, how can she be the hard-hearted person before?

I shook her hand, called her "wife", and rode her bicycle through the ordinary and warm life.

It's like giving a stray cat a home.

Let it know what happiness is, and then kick it out of the house.

Make it homeless again.

She thought these five days could heal herself.

It turns out... it's not the warmth of a permanent term. When it's lost, it will only hurt people more deeply.

Zhou Zhenyue's ten fingers seemed to be embedded in the steering wheel.

This road, she hoped that there would be no end.

Just keep going.

Keep going.

When we arrived at Anyang, it was already the evening of the last day.

The two of them didn't speak much along the way, and they could count them with one hand. Each has his own thoughts, like walking on thin ice.

Entering Anyang City, Zhou Zhenyue asked:

"Where will I take you back?"

Because Mu Xueyi didn't speak for too long, his voice was a little hoarse when he spoke again:

"I…"

She was about to answer when the phone suddenly rang.

"I'll answer the phone first."

She waved to Zhou Zhenyue, pressed the switch and put it to her ear.

Bailu stopped in the receiver: "Mu Xueyi, are you not in your private apartment?"

Mu Xueyi immediately took down the phone and looked at the caller ID.

She hadn't saved Bailuting's mobile phone number, so the call was a string of numbers.

...If I had known it was this little girl, she would never have picked it up in front of Zhou Zhenyue.

Zhou Zhenyue had obviously heard a little sound coming out of the receiver, her expression was calm, and she didn't say anything.

Mu Xueyi thought about hanging up. But she felt that if she hung up at this moment, it seemed like she had a ghost in her heart.

Under the dilemma, she still raised her mobile phone and continued the call.

"How did you know about my private apartment?"

Bailu stopped: "My father asked me to give you the tickets for the exhibition I want to participate in. I went to your house. Your father said that you were not at home, maybe in your private apartment, so he gave me the address. I am now It's already at your door, knocked on the door for a long time and no one answered, where have you been? Are you still in Anyang?"

Mu Xueyi didn't want to reveal more about her whereabouts, so she just replied, "I'm in Anyang."

Bailu stopped: "Then come back right away. I'll be at the entrance of your building, give you the ticket and I'll leave."

Mu Xueyi: "...Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Mu Xueyi and Zhou Zhenyue said the address of their apartment:

"Let's go to Biyun Lanting."

Zhou Zhenyue was silent for a while, then asked in a low voice, "Where is Bailu waiting for you?"

Mu Xueyi explained: "Her father asked her to give me something, it was just a cutscene."

Zhou Zhenyue's thoughts brewing along the way cooled down instantly because of this sudden episode.

...She suddenly felt that she was just thinking frantically about how to find an excuse to forgive Mu Xueyi's appearance, which was a bit stupid.

The Biyun Lanting was located and set as the destination.

Follow the navigation and drive over mechanically.

This is a duplex building community, mostly for the wealthy middle class, and the apartments in the building are all double-storey small duplexes.

The environment is very good, the green area is wide, and the chairs on the roadside are all made of high-grade rattan.

it's dark. Under the street lamp, the rattan chair reflects the moist light.

Anyang should have had a rain earlier.

After driving to the specific building, Mu Xueyi got out of the car first.

Zhou Zhenyue also got out of the car, helped Mu Xueyi get a cane from the back row, and walked her for a while.

At the entrance of the building, Bai Luting stood there, leaning on the lamppost and playing with his mobile phone.

Walking closer, Zhou Zhenyue frowned faintly.

Bai Lu stopped hearing the footsteps, looked up, and blurted out a complaint.

"Why are you so big, let me wait for you here..."

Halfway through the conversation, she found Zhou Zhenyue next to Mu Xueyi, paused, and asked Mu Xueyi:

"Who is this?"

Mu Xueyi didn't want to hide Zhou Zhenyue's identity from Bai Luting. What Zhou Zhenyue lacked right now was a sense of security. She felt it was necessary to tell Bai Luting the truth.

Even if Bai Lu stopped at risk of revealing secrets, that should be something she will consider in the future.

"This is the chairman of Zhou's company, Zhou Zhenyue." Mu Xueyi clearly introduced to Bai Luting, "He's someone I've liked for seven years."

Bai Luting opened his eyes in surprise.

The coldness in Zhou Zhenyue's eyes softened slightly because of Mu Xueyi's words.

Cold and soft water like ice has melted.

She looked at Mu Xueyi beside her and whispered, "I'll go first, I'll find you another day. Where should I park your off-road vehicle?"

Mu Xueyi: "Go away, I'll give it to you."

Zhou Zhenyue: "...You are generous."

Zhou Zhenyue looked at Bailu again and stopped, without saying anything more, turned around and got back into the car.

Seeing Zhou Zhenyue closing the car door and slowly reversing the off-road vehicle, Bailu stopped taking the initiative to get close to Mu Xueyi and asked softly, "Is she really Zhou Zhenyue?"

Mu Xueyi raised her eyebrows slightly: "You know her?"

Bai Lu stopped very excited.

"Of course! She draws very well. I have seen her works in the exhibition hall in the city center before. The brushwork is so exquisite and special. I know her real identity is a president, but I didn't expect her to look so good! Not only can you draw well, you can make money, and you can look good... The main thing is to draw well..."

Art creators always have unusual admiration and longing for the strong in the industry.

Mu Xueyi knew that the painting in Bailu's mouth hanging in the downtown pavilion was the "Waiting for Snow" that she had seen.

Really well drawn.

She is a layman and can see that the painting is good.

...Unfortunately, she is a layman after all.

Not like White Deer Stop. Little painter, maybe we can chat with Ah Yue for a while.

The arrogance finally disappeared from Bai Luting's eyes, and he was a little embarrassed and uneasy.

"Sister Xueyi, can you... introduce me to Sister Zhou? I really, really like her..."

Mu Xueyi didn't smile for a while, then turned around and left with a cane.

"cannot."

Left two words without emotion.

The author has something to say: oh yo

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 3 blamed sister AhLian; 1 cat that does not eat fat, 1 collected creature;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Jiangyu, living in Beifu Mountain, Drainage Ambassador of Douban Lily and Melon Group, sjh, Chabai, just a small grass, Suian 1;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 53 bottles of Yuanshan Jinjianghan; Park Hyomin's sweetheart, AI star chaser, 10 bottles of kimm; 9 bottles of Ababa; 6 bottles of charon; 5 bottles of Chanming; 4 bottles of Lin; 3 bottles of Blink Xiaowang; 1 bottle of Yitanger, Suian, and Xiaobaimao