Muchuan and Xiang Wan

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After her footsteps disappeared, Tang Yuanchu took a deep breath and slowly walked towards the bedroom.

The bedroom door is open, a very small room. The bed, desk, chair, and a small bookshelf are very simple, but clean and tidy. Even when the room looked at first glance, it looked like a pupil’s bedroom—the bed was pink, the faded wallpaper was also pink, and the desk was obviously used by the pupils. The furniture is a bit old

Xie Wanwan sat in a chair in front of her desk, motionless.

The chair is a little small, and it's a little weird when she's sitting like her.

So, the back view made Tang Yuanyuan inexplicably sad.

Assistant Xie said on the phone that Xie Wanwan's biological parents used to live in this house.

At that time, her father was still just an ordinary administrative cadre, his job was not big, the house was a welfare room divided by the unit, and the family conditions were not as good as it was later. But at that time, her parents were very affectionate. She was their only little princess. She had a pink period when she was young.

Her suffering began when her father was promoted.

With the right and money, they changed their big house and their new home. Not long after the mother was happy, the father changed the woman. Her daughter, the little princess he once loved, has since gone into the abyss.

The house was idle at the time, and later Xie Wanwan's father was imprisoned, the property was confiscated, and the court auctioned it to others. Two years ago, Xie Wanwan bought it from others.

"Aren't you going? Why are you back?"

Xie Wanwan looked back at the footsteps.

Under the dim light, she blushed, apparently drinking, and her eyes were blurred like a mist of water.

Seeing that the person behind was Tang Yuanchu, her eyes brightened for a moment, and then gradually dimmed.

"How did you come?"

Tang Yuanchu narrowed his eyes, and her eyes fell from her face on the window of the room.

On the glass of the old windows, faded grilles are attached, and no patterns can be seen clearly, but these traces of the past, lining today's bright and beautiful Xie Wanwan, have an indescribable sense of vicissitudes of time.

"Assistant Xie doesn't worry about you, let me accompany you."

Xie Wanwan didn't make a sound, put his face, ten fingers into the scattered hair, and grabbed a deep hand, and let them slide down, flicking fluffyly.

"I don't need someone to accompany you, let's go."

"Look at you like this, who can rest assured?"

"How am I going to use you?"

Xie Wanwan frowned, staring at him with a very unfriendly look, slowly pointing at the door.

"roll!"

Tang Yuanchu's hand in his pocket was clenched into a fist.

He is still young and has strong self-esteem.

A simple rolling word made him blush.

He doesn't like to be affectionate, and he doesn't like to be scornful.

But he knew what kind of woman Xie Wanwan was.

Hedgehog.

Stabbing others and stabbing yourself.

This is the sharp spike she armed, just for not hurting herself...

He was standing less than five steps away from Xie Wanwan, watching her quietly for a moment, and his face gradually calmed down. When Xie Wanwan was unprepared, she rushed over and took her in a chair, hugging her tightly live.

The chair squeaked and shrilled.

Xie Wanwan raised his hand, wondering if he wanted to push him or beat him.

Hands were half empty, and then suddenly lowered.

She didn't move, her voice seemed to be inhaling, "You are pitying me."

Tang Yuanchu stung in his heart: "No. I just want to accompany you."

Xie Wanwan's head was hugged in his arms, he could hear his heartbeat, and he could smell the peculiar smell of the young boy. Clean and refreshing, with a scent of shower gel, confusing her nerves.

Weird, she didn't hate it.

Don't hate such touch.

Don't hate him.

"You go."

She sniffed her nose.

"I'm not that drunk. I understand it in my heart."

Tang Yuanchu patted her on the back and looked down at her, "I'll take you home. It's not safe here."

The community is about to be demolished, there is no security, no property management, most of the residents have moved away, everything is messed up, she is here alone, how can he stay away?

Xie Wanwan: "This is my home. Where can I go back?"

Tang Yuanchu was stunned and did not answer.

Xie Wanwan: "That house is very big, but it's cold and not popular. I live in that house and feel like a dead man at any time. I'm going to die, I can't breathe, and I can't live until dawn... It doesn't make sense, no significance."

Murmured repeatedly.

There is alcohol in the outlet.

Tang Yuanchu frowned, looking around.

"Is this still the way it was?"

Xie Wanwan glanced at her and shook her head. "It's changed. I fiddled with it again, but I still can't get back to where I was--"

How can I go back in time?

Tang Yuanchu sighed: "But there is no way to live here. There are no daily necessities, how do you live? It is not safe..."

Xie Wanwan still shook her head, "I don't care, I'm not afraid."

She turned back and looked at the bed, "I'm going to sleep here."

Talking on and off, she said she was awake, but she was not awake.

Tang Yuanchu didn't want to force her again, "I will accompany you in that line."

The room was very dark.

The lamp doesn't know how many wattage it is, so dark that it looks hazy, but with its own filter effect, it also makes the two young men and women look better than in the sky.

At the beginning of the Tang and Yuan Dynasties, Xie Wanwan sat on the bed and stared at her. "Are you sleeping now, or do you want to watch a drama?"

Xie Wanwan shook her head.

Tang Yuanchu was startled, "Let's find a drama, I know there is a hit drama recently..."

He turned around to get her pad, preparing to make a lively sound in the private space where the two got along.

That would make them less embarrassed.

"Early Tang Dynasty."

Xie Wanwan suddenly raised his hand and dragged his sleeve.

He looked down at her. The awkward face, with a hint of incomprehension, the beard just shaved on the chin with a trace of blue, like a person coming from the fire, eyes bright, body warm.

Xie Wanwan was reluctant to close her hand, holding her head motionless.

Tang Yuanchu, "What's wrong?"

She seemed to want to say something, her mouth moved, there was no exit.

Slowly lowered his head, his eyes fell on his shoes from his face.

It is a pair of sneakers.

Very casual, not her usual big name.

It can be worn on his feet, so beautiful, like a young classmate who suddenly hit his mind at a certain moment, the youthful breath of sweat on the court...

"Xie Wanwan?"

Suddenly quiet, very embarrassing.

At the beginning of the Tang and Yuan Dynasties, there was sweat on the back, sweat on the forehead, and tightness.

"Let's watch a play, and then you go to sleep, shall we?"

Xie Wanwan slowly looked up, "Do you have that... film?"