Su Hao was so dizzy that he kissed her. When he heard this, he almost didn't realize who the "he" meant. He was stunned and subconsciously asked: "How do you know this? Aren't you attending a welcome party?"

This "no answering rhetorical questions" approach is definitely a taboo in love.

Unfortunately, Su Hao had no experience before this, and because of this shameful posture, he accidentally missed the best time to explain.

So she had no chance to explain.

Seeing that she did not refute immediately, Xu Lie was swept away his usual rationality by alcohol, held her legs with her palm and turned around, and walked forward with great strides.

"The conscience of heaven and earth! I didn't do anything to be sorry for you!" Su Hao shouted in a daze, crossing his legs behind his waist, and tightening him tightly, for fear of falling down, but unexpectedly, Xu Lie suddenly let go and pushed her down.

She lost her attachment and screamed and leaned back: "Ahhhh dad!"

Su grabbed Xu Lie's clothes like a life-saving straw, but instead of borrowing the force, he pulled away his two buttons.

Just when Su Hao thought she would become the first poor person in the world to be misunderstood by her boyfriend, her head hit a soft pillow.

It's scary.

Su Hao was still scared of "save his life", and she collapsed on the bed with tears in her eyes. She was exhausted and she could not move at all.

Xu Lie also calmed down, pressed one knee against the edge of the bed, and looked at her intently.

Su Hao followed his eyes and looked down at himself.

Her denim jacket was already in the struggle just now, with only two sleeves hanging on her arms, and the suspender slid off her shoulders and resting loosely on her arms.

The hem of the suspender skirt was originally knee-length, but when Xu Lie picked her up, she didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional. In short, she rolled up her skirt, and now her legs were completely exposed to the air.

Su Hao spent a second, hesitating that she should get up and tidy up with a carp, or take care of herself naturally with minor movements without any obvious movements.

Finally, I chose the more respectable one. I quietly raised my body, moved one hand under my body, stroked the hem of the piled skirt down little by little, and raised the other hand, and turned the suspender back to my shoulders.

Xu Lie's eyes moved along her fingers, sweeping over her thin legs and snow-white shoulders little by little, and her eyes became darker and darker.

I finally understood why she didn't let him hug or kiss him just now.

The touch of face-to-face hugs is indeed different from before. He was so confused that he didn't notice that she was not wearing underwear.

When Su Hao tried to wrap herself in her denim jacket again, Xu Lie held down the back of her hand.

Su Hao swallowed nervously, knowing that it is not the most important thing to explain or not.

She looked at Xu Lie's shirt that was pulled apart by her, and understood a little how he felt when he looked at her at this moment.

Because she was throbbing too.

Xu Lie grabbed her hand and asked her to move in the opposite direction. He took off his denim jacket and then leaned down.

Su Hao no longer tried to cover up the situation, so he kissed her.

The hot breath blew on her skin, and she clearly felt that two thin lips fell on her collarbone.

Su Hao trembled all over her body, and her heart was about to hit her chest.

She raised her hand calmly and touched his head: "You don't get angry if you plant a strawberry for you. I'll listen to my explanation later."

Xu Lie stopped moving, nodded, and asked in a deep voice: "Can you plant anything?"

Su Hao gritted his teeth and said "yes".

Xu Lie kissed her down little by little, and her high nose slowly passed through her smooth and tender skin, as if she was depicting a delicate painting.

Su Hao hugged his back tightly, closed his eyes, and felt a corner of his clothes being lifted open, and the soft edges fell wet and hot, and the itchy feeling spread from one point, rippling in circles, spreading throughout every pore in her body, making her even tremble in breathing.

I don’t know how long it took, but his strength became heavier and heavier, and the itch gradually turned into numbness and pain.

Su Hao said softly.

Xu Lie let go of her: "It hurts?"

In fact, this little pain didn't make Su Hao scream, but the psychological taboos surpassed the pain itself, so she became extremely sensitive.

Su Hao shook his head: "Sister Su is not afraid of pain."

Xu Lie's eyes became gentle, he lowered his head, kissed the strawberry print gently, tidied up her clothes, raised his eyes to apologize to her: "I'm sorry, I'm angry with you, I know you didn't do anything."

He knew what happened to her and Bian Ran, but her tears have always been precious and will not fall in front of others easily, so when he left the party early to find her, he felt really uncomfortable when he stood outside the coffee shop and saw that scene.

I had already had a drink at the party because of social needs, and I witnessed Su Hao and Bian Ran leave the coffee shop side by side. Seeing Bian Ran do what he had done and send Su Hao back to the dormitory, he couldn't control his emotions.

As a man, Xu Lie realized that he was too concerned about Su Hao when he first met Bian Ran.

But because Su Hao didn't notice it, he didn't take the initiative to expose the matter.

But this clue always left a shadow in his heart.

Su Hao poked his chin and sighed: "You have known me for so long, who have you ever seen me cry for? Except for you."

Xu Lie narrowed his eyes: "Your sister?"

Su Hao sat up from the bed with his elbow and held up the white diary on the nightstand: "I cried because Teacher Bian brought me the diary of my sister during her lifetime. He used to be my sister's oil painting teacher, and it was because of my sister that she took special care of me."

Xu Lie's pupils shrank.

Su Hao felt that he might be so embarrassed that he shrank.

Su Hao put down his diary, fastened his open shirt and slinged with his head and smiled: "Silly boyfriend, he is jealous and cute."

“…”

*

Xu Lie took Su Hao's washstand to wash his face to wake him up.

Su Hao felt that he might want to take a thorn to her and ask for guilt, or think about it in front of the wall, but he didn't say anything after he came out. He sat down on the chair beside her bed like a good brother, probably reflecting on himself.

Su Hao smelled the alcohol on his body and felt a little lighter, and asked him if he could go back to the apartment by himself.

Xu Lie nodded. He didn't drink much at night, but he didn't touch the wine for too long. Later, he was in a bad mood and got a little excited. After washing his face, he recovered.

But he doesn't want to leave yet, or he doesn't want to leave at ease.

"I'll stay with you for a while." Xu Lie said.

"Aren't you going to have class tomorrow?"

"It's okay." Xu Lie pointed to the diary on her bedside table, "Look, I'm next to her."

He wanted to be with her when she was sad.

Su Hao couldn't drive him away, so he climbed onto the bed and picked up his diary.

Actually, she had already known about the diary just now in the coffee shop.

The black diary recorded the negative emotions of my sister when she was sick, and happened to be here.

This white diary records every bit of my sister's active life, and somehow I got to Bian Ran.

Su Hao once always felt that she and her sister were the closest people in the world. They have the same hobbies, complementary personalities, grow up with each other, and rely on each other.

The time they have together cannot be covered by no one.

But all these beautiful cognitions collapsed in that black diary.

She learned from that diary that everything was her wishful thinking. It turned out that my sister hated her so much. It turned out that she thought that all the sharing was hurt. The support she thought was all the nightmare that pushed her sister into the abyss.

So for so many years, she has never been able to get out.

She always regards red as the curse left by her sister and as her punishment for her.

And now, this white diary has gone around in her hands, and rebuilt her ruins in a few words.

Tell her that those words full of hatred were not my sister’s original intention, and my sister was just sick.

After three and a half years, she got the truth about her other half's diary. As Bian Ran said, he was wondering whether their encounter would be the will of the sister arranged by her sister.

Su Hao opened his diary and read the life recorded by his sister page by page.

I saw her walking through the Lake District of England and said that Wordsworth's poem did not deceive her, there were really golden daffodils everywhere.

Watching her walk through the beautiful winding coastline of Cornwall, she said that the small fishing village by the sea was quiet and peaceful, hoping to live in seclusion there one day.

Watch her walk through Elizabeth Tower, across the Avon River, and across the Sky Island, watch her work hard to get rid of the haze, and watch her repeatedly mention the word "good".

She never wrote a sentence "missing", but the word "good" itself represents miss.

Su was amused and cried, and she cried and laughed, and her emotions were torn and turned.

Until I turned to the last chapter, I saw my sister write—

"In today's psychology class, the teacher asked us a question: If there was a time machine that could bring you back to a certain day in the past, which day would you want to go back to and what changes would you make?

I thought about it for a long time in class, and it was so long that all my classmates had handed over the papers and left, but I was still sitting alone in my seat.

The teacher asked me what difficulties I had encountered.

I said, I don’t know which day I can change my life.

The teacher smiled and asked me, if it was too difficult to change, would happiness be easier?

Will it be? I asked myself in my heart.

Maybe it will.
To be continued...