MTL - Peach and Plum Do Not Speak (The Silent Cherry And Plum Blossoms)-Chapter 131

On a winter night, Yan Xi returned late. An Zhi was not in the living room, the soft and warm orange light leaked from the bedroom quietly.

Yan Xi took off his long apricot-colored woolen coat, which contained a plaid suit jacket and a long skirt. In winter, she does not like to wear down jackets, and she is not afraid of the cold when exercising for a long time. She usually adopts this method of stacking coats, and generally does not wear bright-colored clothes, mostly cool colors. Just a scarf, a matching bag, and a lip color will be enhanced with bright colors. The little girl in the stage always praised her for her good-looking dress and learned her style, but she always lacked a little temperament and could not wear it.

Yan Xi smiled and said that a young girl looks beautiful when she dresses brightly, and was jokingly said that her sister is also young now.

The small lights in the living room are dim, and when you walk around, you are slim and slender, and your posture is tall and graceful. This is a unique style brought by age and temperament.

An Zhi was lying at the end of the bed, wrapped in the quilt and reading a book.

"Don't turn on the bright lights when reading a book?" Yan Xi put her long coat on the sofa next to her, and upon closer inspection found that An Zhi didn't read a book at all, she was lying on top of a rabbit doll, with her phone beside the book.

Hearing Yan Xi's voice, her head protruded from the quilt, a pair of Jing Lingling eyes looked at her, she sat up, raised her lips, and stretched out her hands to hug her.

Yan Xi smiled lightly, sat down, rescued the rabbit doll that had slipped by the bed, and put it aside.

An Zhi came over to hug her, and acted like a coquettish aggrieved: "It's too late for you!"

"I'll rest tomorrow, and I'll make up a little bit of the show today." The smile in Yan Xi's eyes softened, and he touched her head.

An Zhi leaned against her silently, her lips still pouted, and said in a muffled voice, "I told Lao Chen today that I like girls."

Yan Xi was not surprised, and made a soft "hmm" sound.

When she was busy in the stage just now, Chen Muqi called her several times, and as soon as she got through to Lao Chen, she said, "Yan Xi, you, do you know that An Zhi likes girls? She told me that she had a girlfriend. Friend. Oh my God, what's going on here?"

Yan Xi: "..." She wanted to say something, but Chen Muqi didn't give her a chance at all: "I'm not discriminating, I just don't understand, this is not like An Zhi, I know some artists too, but they are more individualistic. He looks so cool and doesn't throw people off, but Anzhi is not, what can I do?"

"What kind of woman is she in love with? It seems that An Zhi likes her very much. Do you know who she is?"

Yan Xi took a deep breath: "Actually, I..."

"Hey, you said this child, this child is really worrying, what if it's a foreign woman? What if she lied to her, oh oh oh, it's worrying me to death..."

He sounded upset, Yan Xi couldn't talk to him in detail because of time constraints and work, and he cut off the phone after complaining a few words.

"You suddenly told him this, he was not mentally prepared at all." Yan Xi said.

An Zhi raised her eyes and looked at her resentfully for two seconds, "But I really have... a girlfriend... I have nothing to hide."

Yan Xi was stunned for a moment, feeling that she really seemed aggrieved. She didn't figure out what she meant for a while, just hugged her and coaxed: "I'm not saying you have something to hide..."

"Old Chen collapsed on the spot, and he was holding the door when he left."

An Zhi's tone was low and sad, "Do you think he doesn't want to recognize me because I like girls? When he was a child, he disliked me for being troublesome, so he threw me to his servants. If it wasn't for me, I could still read. , he thinks I can still grow his face, he probably won't recognize me..."

An Zhi's eyes turned red as he spoke, and tears rolled down drop by drop.

Compared with Tao Zhenzhen, Chen Muqi has been in contact with her all these years, and he cares about her. It is false that An Zhi is not moved.

I don't know if I don't say it, it turns out that after so many years in her heart, she still expects to have one more elder for her to rely on. Especially now that her relationship with Yan Xi is different. To be honest, she really has no sense of security.

Many times, when you start a journey alone, it is not the difficulty of the beginning that scares you, but when you gain something.

But she couldn't tell her level of unease, Yan Xi was already very worried, and she couldn't put any more pressure on her. Yan Xi has never been with a girl before, she is so much younger than her, she can't give her anything, maybe she will regret it, and then she will have nothing.

Many negative emotions flooded her heart in an instant, and An Zhi cried more and more.

Yan Xi was at a loss when she cried, and instinctively told her what she had overlooked, but she didn't know what it was for a while, so she could only hug her and coax her softly: "Okay, Tao Tao... don't cry anymore."

"Don't scare yourself first, even if he doesn't accept me, I'll be by your side."

An Zhi sobbed: "I don't know, I was the one who stalked you to be with me..."

Yan Xi's body froze, seeing An Zhi's nose turning red from crying and buzzing as she spoke, hugged her distressedly, stroked her hair, An Zhi rubbed against her like a kitten, and slowly calmed down .

Yan Xi waited for her to vent, closed her eyelashes, and said softly, "I didn't stay with you because you were a stalker. It's not fair for you to say that," she paused, then continued. Said, "It's not fair to me either..."

She held up An Zhi's face and wiped away the remaining tears with her fingers, "Don't say that in the future."

An Zhi sobbed twice, looking at Yan Xi with moist eyelashes, Yan Xi hugged her and said softly, "What you are worried about will never happen, I promise you."

An Zhi was stunned, and Yan Xi's kiss fell. She lightly kissed An Zhi's lips and kissed her cheek affectionately.

An Zhi sniffed the unique fragrance of Yan Xi's body, closed her eyes and curled up in her arms to accept her kiss, she comforted her gently.

After being in her arms for a while, she calmed down, and then she felt that she had spoken a bit too much, and Nana apologized: "I'm sorry..."

Yan Xi rubbed her forehead and chuckled, "It's okay."

Only then did An Zhi notice that Yan Xi had changed her hairstyle. She originally had very long curly hair with long wavelengths, so she simply trimmed it to a short length, with slightly shorter sideburns on both cheeks that fit her face shape, giving her hair a natural curl.

The whole is fluffy and slightly curly. This is a very elegant hairstyle and looks, which suits her very well. Some of them are not rigid, gentle and charming.

"You cut your hair, it's so beautiful!" An Zhi didn't blink.

Yan Qi pinched her cheek, and said with a slightly annoyed smile: "You just found out now..."

The light in the room can't see the hair color, it seems to be dyed, and the hair has the aroma of citrus.

Yes, she patronized and cried, but she didn't find it.

An Zhi shyly buried her head in her arms, and Yan Xi's heart was moved by this charming appearance.

As soon as he touched An Zhi's cheek, An Zhi's phone on the bed vibrated frantically.

Yan Xi glanced at the phone screen, thinking that if someone who was not important would have pinched the phone, it turned out to be Chen Muqi.

She picked up the phone and gave it to An Zhi. An Zhi looked at her and turned on the speaker.

Chen Muqi's voice: "Hey, An Zhi..." He suddenly stammered and coughed several times before saying, "Dad called you to tell you that girls are nothing, and Daddy supports you."

"Women... that's fine too." It can be seen that Chen Muqi has experienced an extremely fierce psychological struggle, "That is, ahem, the standards are the same, try to be Asian people, of course Chinese women are the best..."

An Zhi and Yan Xi suddenly didn't know what to say.

Chen Muqi talked a lot, but he didn't hear An Zhi's answer. He thought the signal was not good, so he said "Hey hey hey" a few times louder.

"I heard it," An Zhi whispered after a pause, "I know Dad."

Chen Muqi's heart was obviously overwhelmed by this father, he said "hey" and wanted to hold his heart out: "Listen to me, there is no difference between liking women and men, remember not to be deceived by older ones, and protect them. Take care of yourself."

Hearing this, Yan Xi's face became a little unnatural, and An Zhi was also sullen.

"Oh, yes, you said you have a girlfriend, are you in Beicheng? Can you meet my father... Well, wait, wait, let's wait later..." Chen Muqi's voice was low, as if she was still there Psychological construction: "I'm not ready yet...cough, I mean if you are happy, Dad supports you...It's too late, Dad won't bother you...Wait, Anzhi, you are only in love, just in love, Don't live together so soon, you know? Well, do you understand what Dad means... Still be careful."

Chen Muqi talked a lot, feeling that he had said everything that should be said, and he was relieved before hanging up the phone.

For a few seconds, An Zhi was silent, and then slowly said, "I think it's better not to tell him... Our business is better, I'm afraid he won't be able to bear it..."

Yan Xi's expression was still very uncomfortable, and he gave a soft "um".

An Zhi pursed his lips and smiled, and threw himself into her arms again: "But he accepts it well, and I will tell him that you are my girlfriend after a while."

Yan Xi was silent and nodded. An Zhi felt that she was shy, so she held on, raised her head and pecked at her cheek.

An Zhi continued: "It's much better than what you accepted at the time."

Yan Xi recalled that she was really shocked back then, and An Zhi hadn't told her that she liked her.

She stroked her hair gently, pitifully.

An Zhi couldn't help but wanted to act coquettishly with her, "Look, I have loved you for so many years..."

The girl's soft and waxy complaining voice was like a magnet, attracting Yan Xi's body, her mind, and her lips to her. An Zhi had already taken a step ahead of her, hooked her neck, and led her to cover his lips.

The girl's lips were more fragrant than her voice, the lips were tender, the tip of her tongue was sweet and slightly warm, Yan Xi's eyelashes touched hers, and she whispered, "I know, I know..."

A kiss between women is like tasting a flower on the lips and fingertips.

Not rude, not eager, but as if his whole body was on fire.

Yan Xi held her in his arms, An Zhi grabbed her sleeve, and the two kissed deeper and deeper.

After tossing and turning, An Zhi gasped for breath, Yan Xi's hand pulled her neckline, brushed her hair, and kissed her tender white shoulder.

"Huh? Changed the shower gel..."

The woman's lips moved along her shoulders and the back of her neck, and An Zhi trembled as she replied, "The original ones are used up... um..."

"It smells good." Yan Xi hugged her incomparably soft waist, close to her body.

An Zhi's slender legs protruded from the nightgown, softly touching the woman's long skirt.

She remained a little awake, sliding her palm over her blazer and into her shirt.

Yan Xi shuddered and met Shang An Zhishui Lingling's eyes: "I haven't..."

"wash…"

The girl's hand had reached where she wanted to go, and the woman's last word swayed in the air: "bath..."

The light in the room was dim orange.

A long two-seater sofa with a long, apricot-colored coat, a few scattered books, green potted plants and dried flowers with gypsophila, an open Apple notebook, reflected on the wooden waxed floor A layer of glaze-colored luster, gray carpet ahead, white slippers one after another... and then a suit jacket, a slightly wrinkled pencil skirt, a white shirt, a white nightdress...

Scattered and orderly, like a silent meticulous painting.

A brown plaid pillow rolled down on the white sheets, bringing out the soft, lingering groans wrapped in the quilt.

This meticulous painting suddenly came alive, like a surging tide, a boat in the sea, and the beauty is endless.

(Jinjiang Qingshui version)