“The moustance.”The eyes of the cloud were even more confused, "Isn't Muxiaan the woman with your husband?"

In the latter words, he hesitated, but still finished.

“Yes.Muxiaan is alive, and the donor is not Muxiaan."The attitude of the small thought is calm again, "but the facts are obvious, isn't it?"He and I have been my wishful mistake since the beginning.He just loved and missed Muxiaan, because this heart and cornea, so transferred to me.

The hour of laughter is very light.

Her mind was full of words.

At that time, the woman said to herself countless times that she was similar to Muxiaan, that kind of eyes, that feeling.

Simply because this cornea is Muxiaan’s and her heart is from Muxiaan.So the city of Gunan and himself are all for their own sake.

In everyone's opinion, he is a continuation of Muxiaan.

It is also a ridiculous and ridiculous reason, but let her stick to her faith for many years, she really believes that the world of Gunan City only has her own, but it has been so bloody fact, getting bruised.

“Moshua is back, his previous theory has been overturned, and naturally, everything is not there.Is it not?”He laughed, "Then I'm just dispensable based on him."

“Don’t you have any children?”The voice was silent for a moment.

"He and Muxiaan can have another child."The hour of the small smile is very light, "contributed to the trucia, but also to restrain the trucia of the grandfather."For a long time, everyone can forget everything, right?

“...”

"Like the original hymn, like me, all people, are just pawns in the city of Gunan."The little thought could not be ridiculed again, "That feeling... huh, it's terrible, you know?"

The previous suffocation and hysteria, but at this moment became calmer.

The tears of the crystal, along with the eyes of the small thought, a drop of dripping down, but her voice was calmer again, quietly looking at the clouds.

It is so helpless, but there is no hiding.

Even if you don't care about the words, it's just a stranger you just know, so completely out.

“Small thought.”The voice sighed slightly, and some helpless to look at the small thoughts, but did not know how to continue to continue.

Suddenly, the small thought so reached out and hugged the neck of the cloud, the eyes were a little confused, the hand and the heart used, so the words of the clouds were pressed down.

"Little thought..." said the cloud, "calm down."

“Do you like me?”The voice of the hour was low, “Am I beautiful?”Am I really better than that mousse?”It is a comparison, a woman’s subconscious comparison.

Even, there was an illusion in front of the small thought, and several times the words of the cloud were regarded as Gunan City.

Many times, Gu Nancheng looked at himself so gently, that in such a look, he was completely devoured by nothing.

It is a subconscious revenge, revenge for the city of Gunan.

However, the small idea never knows how dangerous it is to deliberately use yourself to retaliate.

The original plain eyes of the cloud gradually became more complicated, and he put his arm around himself when he was small, and his high nose was so attached to the tip of his nose.

The two men’s breathing was clear.

“Do you know what you’re doing?”The cloud suddenly asked for a small thought.

It seems that this way, the movement of the hour is more and more rapid, the pale lip trembling is pasted with the trembling lips, and the warm feeling is inhaled in an instant.

The cloud is motionless, and the little thought on their own is doing nothing.

The hour is a little eager, it seems that in such a kiss, find something, prove yourself.The tears that could not stop, the hot ones fell, but they did not know it.

Until the words of the cloud opened the small thought: "Little thought, do you know who I am?"

The eyes of the small thought became confused, so looking at the clouds, for half a day without any reaction: "Who are you?"Who am I?”

“Get out of here, don’t think about it.”The voice sighed slightly, and the hand wrapped the small hand of the hour.

The bone-credible fingers pass through the slender fingers of the hour, slightly forcefully, so the small memory is pressed to the bed: "Sleep."Go to sleep, nothing happens.”

The low voice, as good as the cello, but inexplicably brought the power of stability.

He felt that he was being deceived, and he really could not tell whether the person in front of him was talking about the clouds or Gunan City.But the warmth of the palm, but a little bit to dispel the cold.

In the winter of that time, Gunan City held itself in this way and warmed up his cold hands a little.

“Sleep.”The sound of the clouds came again.

His eyes were full of light, and suddenly his thin lips moved, so he sang so gently, in the quiet environment, only the voice of the clouds.

A familiar sleeping song is like coaxing a crying child.

The palm of the hand was still holding the small hand of the hour, and it did not release at all.

Until the small reading of the body gradually relaxed down, the eyelids more and more heavy, and finally completely in the arms of the clouds to sleep in the past.

When he fell asleep, he repeated the names of Gu Nancheng and Gu Xincai, and suddenly his eyebrows tightened up again, as if he had fallen into a nightmare.

He took his hand out and squeezed his heart lightly until she stretched it out.

For a long time, he looked at the small thoughts, and his eyes were more complicated.

Until the hour, the small thought came a steady breath, and then gently turned in a direction, the clouds carefully stood up, and took his other hand back from the palm of his hour.

As a result, the hand of the small thought instantly clasp the words: "Don't go!Stay here.”

Even these times, the look of the small thought is confused, the clouds look at their own hands as a life-saving straw, and even in the nightmare, they are so tightly grasping themselves.

Finally, he sighed, tied his clothes, and lay down with his small thoughts while he was there.

The faint smell of tobacco, in an instant calming down the restlessness of the hour, seems to have settled down with the sight, and the previous toss and turns have disappeared.

Finally, she went to sleep quietly, not rolling around.

Until the next day.

- -

The next day.

When I woke up, I remembered what happened last night, and I couldn’t be embarrassed anymore.

Unconsciously, she looked at her clothes, full of gratifying, and no trace of aggression, but the messy sheets around her, but clearly told the hour that last night, it was really someone who slept here.

Even the temperature of the sheets is still there.

The hour was a little overwhelmed walking around the room, not even knowing how to face the clouds.

Finally, she subconsciously bit her finger and bowed her head, thinking about what to say when she saw the clouds again.

Even if the bedroom door was opened, she was unconscious, just kept walking back and forth.

“Small thought?”The voice cried the hour of the small thought, saw that she did not respond, and finally almost a little helpless, "the hour of the small idea."

At this time, when the small thought returned to God, when he saw the clouds, he fainted, that embarrassment was obvious: "Amount... you call me?"I'm sorry, I didn't hear you."

She lowered her head and thought about how to speak.

The cloud seems very natural: "I made breakfast, you come out to eat a little."“Didn’t you eat anything last night and wasn’t hungry?”

The hour reads: “...”

"When you are hungry, the human mind is a mess, and you don't understand anything."The tone was very light, but with a little joke, "If you were worried about last night, I swear, nothing happened."

“No...” This time, the small thought is even more uncomfortable.

"You don't talk nonsense, you just sleep.""If you feel so embarrassed, then the person who is embarrassed should be me, at least I shouldn't stay here."

He said it very directly, taking the small thoughts of the time to take on his own.

In fact, she has always been a person who does not hide her thoughts, in the words of the clouds, she bows her head more and more, and then no longer speaks.

"No, I don't mean that."After a long day, it took a small thought to find his voice, “Last night...”

“In a situation like last night, people are vulnerable and normal.If you are not weak, then I think you are cold-blooded and ruthless."She said, “Is there anything wrong?”

"Uh ..." this attitude is a little strong, but with a domineering, and finally let the small thoughts shake their heads, "No..."

“Then eat breakfast?”

“Oh—”

When she saw the small voice, he did not say anything much, but told her to pack it out, and then naturally went out.

The hour is small to look at the figure of the clouds, not to mention the complexity, more shame.

Finally, she almost twitched her head, washed away, and walked slowly in the direction of the living room.

As a result, the living room did not say a cloud of people, at the table, she found a note pressed under breakfast, the font of Long Feifeng dance, with fortitude, simply explained that he was going out to go to a meeting, and explained that he wanted to eat breakfast.

And then -

There is no then.

Eat breakfast quietly, keep your head down and meditate.

Does she really want more?

Looking at the micro-signal of the cloud on the mobile phone for a long time, the small thought sent a message: [Thank you.】

Soon, the cloud came back: [You are welcome].】

Then, WeChat followed the quiet down, the hour did not speak, the cloud did not speak again.She looked at a few lines of conversation, and a little bit out of God.

Until the push of WeChat, the words that appear on it [Guannan City does not deny and miss divorce, build a love nest with old love!]This completely made the hourly hand freeze.