Life With You

There was no extra expression on George Sheng's face, and he dropped a sentence: "Take a rest." Then he turned and walked opposite.

Song Xi stood at the door, and did not wait for him to return to the room. She had already closed the door. George Sheng heard the sound of the door closing behind him. He stood there, and after a few seconds he opened the door and walked into his room.

After returning to the room, Song Xi held the box in her left hand and the star pendant in her right hand. Looking left and right, she did not see the mystery. Sitting on the sofa, she unconsciously took the star to the tip of her nose and smelled it. There was a faint rosin. , Mixed with the smell of logs, very fresh.

Song Xi felt the smooth lines on the surface of the stars, and felt that this thing is not like a large number of machine-made products, but more like a purely handmade product, and this thing is very new, even the taste is pure, as if only passed by two people. From George Sheng... to her.

Reason and sensibility are mixed together. Song Xi is not sure if she is smart or if she thinks too much. Is it possible that George Sheng would carve a star for her by herself. How old does she think she is?

George Sheng's personality is not easy to get along with, and 80% of his preferences are strange. He is in a big dyeing vat, but he likes such unpretentious things. Maybe, the stars are purely handmade, but Dingtian is the old man on the foreign street he passed. The shop, on a whim, asked the craftsman to carve a star to bring her back as a gift.

He had a good saying that she treated him for so long, but she never paid for the consultation.

He insisted on using reason to suppress his sensibility, Song Xi leaned on the sofa, raised his arms, and the black leather cord was hanging from his fingertips. Under the leather cord was the log star. He hated his inhumanity and his unfathomableness. , I hate myself thinking about being alone, but I can't help lowering my demands on him.

Just like now, he gave her a star casually, and she could watch it for ten minutes without a sound, and she didn't know what was good.

The two agreed to separate the action the next day. The next morning Song Xi opened her eyes and saw the small box on the bedside table. She raised her hand to take it, the lid opened, and she looked at her dimly for a while.

She is an honest person, and she knows that she is a little tempted by George Sheng, but at the same time she is very sensible and carefully weighs the pros and cons. Obviously, this idea is better to dispel as soon as possible.

Putting the stars back into the box, Song Xi got up to pack, and was going back to Yecheng this afternoon. She used to organize her luggage, and the box containing the stars was put in the deepest place.

After wandering for a long time, Song Xi arrived at the airport on time. When she arrived in the waiting room, she almost saw George Sheng sitting in the corner. As long as he was free, he was reading things, books, and magazines. ,newspaper.

Song Xi carried seven or eight shopping bags and walked across to George Sheng and sat down. George Sheng did not raise his eyes. He seemed to have known it was her. Song Xi took out a box from the bag and handed it to George Sheng, "Here is you. of."

George Sheng glanced at it and asked faintly: "What?"

Song Xi said, "It's a Christmas gift. You gave me a gift yesterday. The courtesy."

She had spoken like this before, going straight back and forth, but George Sheng was very upset, not even a hypocritical courtesy, like a bargain.

Looking down at the magazine in his hand, George Sheng replied calmly: "You hold it first, I have no place to pretend."

Song Xi brought it back openly: "Then I will give it to you when I go back."

Just a few words, until they boarded the plane, the two of them were on their own, and there was no communication.

On the way back, Song Xi slept all the time and slept to the destination.

The night city was extremely cold these two days, and it was almost 20 degrees below zero at night. Song Xi had prepared early and brought a long cashmere coat, but it was so, when people came out of the airport gate, the wind was still bitter, especially her hands. They were all carrying things, shaking with cold.

George Sheng glanced sideways at her: "Do you need it for you?"

Song Xi shook her head while her teeth trembled, "No."

Someone came to pick up George Sheng, but it was not Yuan Bao. George Sheng walked toward the car. She thought Song Xi would follow. But she walked in the other direction and stood still. George Sheng couldn't help asking, "Where are you going?"

Song Xi turned around and said, "You go first. I have an appointment with someone for dinner."

George Sheng said nothing, bent down his tall body, and quickly got into the car, the figure disappeared.

Song Xi also quickly called a taxi and told the driver to go to the "Tiandi Family".

On the airport road, Song Xi’s taxi and George Sheng’s private car were waiting side by side at the intersection because of a red light. Song Xi did not squint, but from the outside he could see the rear window of the black car next door, George Sheng’s The car can never be seen from the outside, and she doesn't know what he is doing right now.

After the 60-second red light, the two cars started one after another. Of course, the taxi was incomparable with a private car of the million class. The other side kicked the accelerator and the car smashed out several tens of meters. The taxi had just been oiled.

Just like two players who are not of the same level, even if they are at the same starting line, they will never reach the finish line together.

Song Xi didn’t feel lost in her heart. It’s just that this loss was still under control. It was like an inexplicable affection for him. It must be because after living together for a long time and he suddenly left for a month and a half, she would miss it. This is human. The normal reaction is a physiological behavior.

Now I met him. Seeing that he still had the same virtues before, Song Xi sat in the back seat, three-pointed funny and three-pointed self-deprecating lips, she wouldn't like George Sheng this one, who can serve and wait for it. .

When he came to the Tiandi family, Song Xi entered the door with a small bag and went straight to the private room. The door opened. There were only two people sitting at the huge round table, Tong Hao on the left and Yuanbao on the right.

The three looked at each other, and Song Xi smiled and said, "Have you been waiting for a long time?"

Seeing that she had carried so many things, Tong Hao and Yuan Bao both got up to help. The difference was that the former proceeded from the heart while the latter was due to politeness.

The restaurant was very hot. Song Xi took off her coat, which was still in summer clothes. She handed out gifts on the spot and handed Tong Hao a shopping bag: "This is yours."

Then he handed Yuan Bao another one: "This is yours."

Yuan Bao thanked her, and Tong Hao looked at her and asked, "Is it cold?"

Song Xi said, "Fortunately, I was in the car all the way."

The three of them sat down to eat the hot pot. Song Xi said with a smile midway: "George Sheng didn't seem to know that I had an appointment with the two of you. It felt like the three of us were throwing people away."

Tong Hao didn't answer, Yuan Bao said, "Brother Sheng is still going to work tonight."

Song Xi glanced at him, Yuan Bao said: "We just called him over by phone, he has no time."

Song Xi pulled the corners of her lips, and put a chopsticks of lamb: "Then he has no good fortune. What could be better than eating hot pot in winter?"

During a trip to Macau, although the three people spent only one day together, it did not affect the speed at which Song Xi and Tong Hao became friends. The three clink glasses together at the table and the atmosphere was harmonious.

When Song Xi went out to the bathroom, only Tong Hao and Yuan Bao were in the room.

Tong Hao lit a cigarette and asked in a gentle or serious voice, "What does Brother Sheng mean?"

Yuan Bao heard the words and looked up at him.

Tong Hao looked back at Yuan Bao calmly, his lips opened: "I know he has been in England a while ago..."