Madam escaped

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Sure enough, she is smart.

I took out my mobile phone and contacted my friends who also lived in this building and had a good time. If any of them didn't come back tonight, I could stay overnight.The Spanish buddy who came to see me a few days ago planned to stay overnight, so I went to the management office to negotiate, and finally got a spare key before returning to the dormitory.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw that she had taken a shower and was sitting on the chair I was sitting on first. When she heard the sound of me opening the door, she turned her head to look. Just like that, our eyes met after the door opened.

I have always known that her eyes are beautiful, with soft and graceful eye shapes. When she looks directly at her like this, you will subconsciously associate her eyes with Shu Qi's eyes. They are equally bright and affectionate with a smile.

But at this moment, her eyes were neither emotionless nor smiling, but full of tension and emptiness, very much like those statues I often see.

The statue is dull because there are no eyes, how about you?

Just when I thought about this for a moment, her eyes became rich again, first happy and then hurt, just like this, crystal teardrops rolled out from the soft eye sockets, one after another, until they became a The line, until it flowed into a river, merged into a sea, and then stirred up waves, knocked me to the ground, then threw me up hard, and ran over to catch me in distress when I was about to fall to pieces.

She hugged me fiercely, pressed me into her arms, and the sobbing sound muffled in her nose and throat, very similar to my painful cry that night, the difference was that at that time, I only felt Sad and cold, but today, she was sobbing, but I was wrapped in her body, warm and comfortable.

☆、Chapter 70

She was crying inexplicably and sadly, in a way I had never seen before, just hugging me and crying and crying!

Fortunately, I closed the door immediately, otherwise I would be seen by other students, and I don't know what it will be like.

Seeing her cry so sadly and devotedly, apart from the guilt and helplessness at the beginning, I completely thought of myself as a tree stump later on, because the original intention of the eldest lady was like this, she said intermittently: "Let me cry... ...It has nothing to do with you...I just want to cry..."

She said so herself, if I apologize and persuade me, it seems too much, and I am too self-indulgent, and she is so broken and crying like she is purely venting, which is also common in this building where international students from all over the world gather. Even when I first started, I often cried.

Crying is not a bad thing, it can vent bad emotions, release stress, and make eyes brighter.However, I do not approve of crying for a long time.

Miss, have you ever heard of Meng Jiangnv crying down the Great Wall?Have you heard the stories of the daughter-in-laws whose husbands died crying blind?The point is, you completely treat my shoulder as a handkerchief, and greet you with snot and tears. Just hearing this voice makes my heart ache. Can I ask you to help me wash my clothes?

It ended with her agreeing to do my laundry, but staying with her was a must.The reason is that she is afraid by herself!

Is this a joke?

She is more than two years older than me. She is almost 26 years old. She also studied in the United States for two years. Now she is an important leader in the group. Would she be afraid of this small room?

I can't help but believe it. Before I lay down on the bed, she hugged her legs and curled up on the head of the bed. It is estimated that if I really leave, she will stay in this position until dawn.

After I lay down, she also lay down. Fortunately, she didn't come up to me, she didn't even have an arm or a leg. We all lay down in a well-behaved manner. To say something unlucky, it was almost like lying in a coffin.

"have you slept?"

"No."

I was the first to speak. I used to be very tired every day, and I had to study very late when I came back. I basically fell asleep, but tonight was very evil. I was so stiff that I didn’t feel sleepy at all, so I chatted naturally.

"Why don't you call me little sister?" I was really curious. Before, she always called me sister from time to time, and always mentioned sisterhood. This time, she didn't mention a word when we met, and she kept talking about it. Very affectionately call me Ling Long.

I don't know if it was because of the question I asked or because she was also numb, but at this moment she turned her side slightly and looked at me in the dark, which made me a little nervous.

Her gaze seemed to see me through the darkness, and she glanced at half of my face with warmth. The long-lost rapid heartbeat made me prolong my breathing to calm down.

The me now is definitely different from before. In the face of survival and disease, all affection and love can only be put aside. I am no longer the same as before. I am just a relatively poor student who does not have much ability to make money , and a mother who has been bedridden for many years.I don't have any capital or qualifications to think about things other than reality and love, not to mention, she had a fiancé before, and three years have passed, is she married or is about to end?

It saddens me to think of these two possibilities.At the same time, this kind of sadness caused by the fact that my heart has nothing to do with survival and money, on the one hand, makes me uncomfortable, and on the other hand, it also makes me deeply blame myself for wasting my mind on irrelevant things at this moment.

So, I also turned sideways, with my back to her.

Her voice sounded faintly: "Do you want to be my little sister?"

Listening to her question, my heart hurts for no reason, it hurts so much that my eyes that haven't shed tears for a long time are wet, I took a long breath, pretended to be sleepy and said: "Sleep, Get up early tomorrow!"

Facts have proved that no matter how honest and thin two women are, if they sleep on a single bed, they will still fall out of bed.A new day begins with me falling out of bed.

After a while of confusion and teasing, all the good and bad things of last night were left behind. She washes up, and I look up the information; I wash up, and she looks at the route I set; She was fiddling with the route alone in the room; she was eating noodles, and I stared at her in a daze.

Finally, she asked me without knowing it at all: "Why don't you eat? Didn't you say hurry up?"

"The clothes on you are the same as mine."

She smiled like a fool and said, "It's yours. I deserve it myself. How about it? It's not bad!"

At this time, a group of crows flew by, Miss, the focus of my concern is why you wear my clothes, not whether it looks good or not!

Seeing that I didn't comment, she kept looking at her, and said as a matter of course: "It's just a set of clothes, although I was wrong without your consent, but you were making breakfast just now, and every time you went to me before Don't you have to wear a set of clothes to go there? Counting, there must be more than a dozen sets..."

Forget it, I choose to ignore it.

As for the route, I decided to play along the coastline.In addition to several famous attractions and fashions in Paris, France also has very beautiful manors and a stretch of coastline, like Nice is particularly good.