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MTL - Take It Easy-Chapter 121 tattoo
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Beside the campfire, Gore drank on his head, shook his arms and called Zhou Yi, asking her to come and dance.
Antoin took a sip of wine, hooked Gore's neck in surprise, and said, "You still have the courage to call Zhou, when does she not leave you with an indifferent back?"
Gore bumped into the wine bottle with Antoin with a "boom" and said with his tongue out, "Always, one day, it will be successful."
Antoin heard something was wrong, and his eyes widened in surprise, "You don't like Zhou, do you?"
Gore woke up in shock, covered Antoin's mouth, and the two looked at Zhou Yi not far away, who had already stood up.
"Sister, I'm going." Zhou Yi said.
Mu Qinglin was curious, "Are you really going to dance?"
"No dancing, no way." Zhou Yi said succinctly: "Have a sip of wine with them."
"Yo, your sister quit drinking, but now you're drinking instead?" Fu Xiao picked the tail of his words to pick a problem.
Zhou Yi was taken aback, and turned to look at Mu Qinglin, suddenly wondering whether he should go or not.
Mu Qinglin asked Fu Xiaobie to scare Zhou Yi all day long, and then asked her with a smile, "You don't know if I quit drinking or not?"
Mu Qinglin, who was talking, raised her hand to brush the hair by her ear.
Zhou Yi caught a glimpse of the stud on her right ear, bit her cheek and said, "I'm going..."
Mu Qinglin said, "Well, let's go."
Zhou Yi walked very fast, passing by Wanqianli, she bent down without stopping, took a bottle of wine from his feet, continued to walk forward while biting the bottle cap, and then held the bottle and bumped into everyone all the way. In the past, pouring with the head up, this move directly pushed the atmosphere to a climax.
Fu Xiao was taken aback by the sudden booing, and raised his legs and said, "Is your wife so popular?"
Mu Qinglin smiled and said nothing. She doesn't know if she is popular or not, but if the "Qi" is replaced with the "Qi" that is annoying, then her wife is really high.
"Zhou Yi has never joined in this kind of fun before, and she sat alone in the distance while drinking, and no one paid attention to her. Today is the first time she has taken the initiative. It is normal for everyone to be excited." Han Qiu suddenly said.
Fu Xiao glanced at her indifferently, and didn't know who the words were addressed to, "The last carnival before leaving."
When Mu Qinglin heard this, she subconsciously twirled her fingers and saw that Gore, who was barely standing still, was pushed in front of Zhou Yi by Antoin, and said something to her awkwardly.
"Isn't it because I heard that your wife is leaving, and I want to seize the last chance to confess my love to her?" Fu Xiao raised an eyebrow, trying to squeeze Mu Qinglin, "Director Mu, you feel a sense of crisis."
Mu Qinglin raised her chin, leaning against the back of the chair without moving, "The more people ask her to confess, the more it means I have good vision."
Fu Xiao, "Continue pretending..."
After the words fell, everyone's eyes were all focused on the three of them, it was hot.
Fu Xiao couldn't bear it anymore, she turned to the side, it was fine, not following her, it meant that she wasn't looking at her, it was...
"Yanyan..." Zhou Yi stood beside the dancing flame and called Mu Qinglin.
The corners of Mu Qinglin's pursed lips rose for a moment, she put down her crossed legs, walked to Zhou Yi's side without haste, met dozens of eyes, was held by her, and said to Gore openly : "I like her like this. Her name, gender, height, appearance, career and hobbies must be exactly the same as hers, not even a strand of hair is missing."
Gore was stunned, and after a few seconds, he pinched Antoin hard and asked him, "What did Zhou mean just now?"
Before Antoin could speak, Wanqianli announced, "Your vice-captain is the girlfriend of the director of our news center! The banquet has already been held, with official certification!"
Gore looked left and right, and he stopped stuttering, "No wonder Zhou always looked very unhappy before. It turned out that her fairy didn't come to her. Antoin, Zhou is smiling now, have you seen it?"
Antoin said dully: "I see..."
The two turned their heads to look at each other, Gore turned back on the spot excitedly, and took a sip in Antoin's face. Nationalities and races, Zhou Yi and Mu Qinglin were holding hands, surrounded by them, and danced the warmest blessings with the simplest dance steps.
Antoin, who is naturally unrestrained and unrestrained, yelled for the two to kiss each other, followed by thousands of miles away, and soon there was only a uniform "kiss" in the distant night sky, and each sound became louder.
Infected by their enthusiasm, Zhou Yi turned around and stood in front of Mu Qinglin, looked her in the eyes and said, "Sister, I want to kiss you."
Mu Qing smiled without saying a word, the black pupils reflected the flying fire.
Zhou Yi took a step forward, hooked Mu Qinglin's slender waist with his left hand, put his right hand through her loose hair and put it behind her head, raised his head and touched her lips lightly.
At that moment, she heard a soft, short laugh.
Before he came to remember to distinguish, Mu Qinglin had already hugged him in front of him, and put his forehead against her forehead, and whispered, "This is not enough."
Of course Zhou Yi knew it wasn't enough to watch, but she was stingy and didn't want anyone to see Mu Qinglin being kissed.
"Sister..." Zhou Yi was about to speak, when suddenly a hand came over her neck, rubbed her thumb against her mandible twice, then held her up forcefully, and sealed her slightly open mouth with a deep, possessive kiss. mouth.
There was applause all around.
Zhou Yi's eardrums vibrated, she had never heard such warm applause, her rationality was quickly overwhelmed, and she unconsciously grabbed Mu Qinglin's shoulders to respond to her.
She kissed very deeply, but neither in a hurry nor impatiently, the tenderness and tenderness filtered out the affection that should be kept private, leaving only the deep affection that was enviable, and Zhou Yi was also intoxicated.
That night, Zhou Yi drank a lot of wine.
When the last ray of fire was extinguished, she leaned on Mu Qinglin, looked at the thousands of miles of galaxy coming out of the clouds, and murmured: "Sister, I really like you."
Mu Qinglin tilted his head against her, and his clear voice was full of laughter, "You just said that to me a minute ago."
"Really?" Zhou Yi was puzzled, "Maybe the time for drunk people repeats."
Mu Qinglin turned sideways and pulled Zhou Yi onto his back, and walked a few steps steadily with her on his back before speaking again, "Then continue talking until you are satisfied."
Zhou Yi lay on Mu Qinglin's shoulder, tilted his head, poked the corner of her upturned mouth with limp fingers, and said, "Yanyan, I like you."
Mu Qinglin said, "Hmm..."
Zhou Yi lowered his hands and hugged her neck, and said in a soft voice, "Xiao Jiu likes you."
Mu Qinglin smiled and said, "Got it..."
Zhou Yi persisted, "Your Xiaojiu said she likes you."
Mu Qinglin laughed out loud, "Your Yanyan said she knew—"
Zhou Yi let out a muffled "Oh" and added, "I like it very much."
Mu Qinglin turned her head and asked, "How much do you want to like me?"
Zhou thought for a long time, slowly opened his arms, circled a big circle in front of Mu Qinglin's eyes, and said, "So many..."
Mu Qinglin was so happy that he laughed heartily, Captain Zhou was everything, he was still that tsundere and cute kid in his heart.
Many years ago, when they were not familiar, she knew.
In Hongmen Lane, in the snowy winter in Jiangping, when Zhou Yi got drunk for the first time.
Seeing her swaying and unable to stand, she kindly tried to help her up, but she stared at her fiercely and asked, "What do you want to do?"
How did she answer?
It seems to be, "I want to knock you out with a stick, shovel some snow and bury it on the spot, and see if a good and obedient one will grow out next spring."
Later, a sound of spring thunder really startled the little bug so that it lay down beside her.
So many springs passed in a blink of an eye, and she finally saw the familiar girl again in the winter in a foreign country. She couldn't help but feel sad, and took her back to the room before she started a new round of confession, put her by the bed, and pressed her Looking at her head, she said, "Sit here and don't move, I'll be back soon."
Zhou Yi looked at the washbasin in Mu Qinglin's hand, then at her, and nodded her head like a beetle.
Mu Qinglin was suddenly happy again, ruffled her hair like a small animal, and quickly went out to fetch water.
After returning in less than three minutes, Zhou Yi kicked off his shoes, hugged the quilt and fell asleep.
Mu Qinglin wavered for a moment between letting Zhou Yi sleep comfortably and sleep peacefully, but decided to peel off the little soil thief first, otherwise she wouldn't be able to hug her for a while.
The little local thief doesn't taste very good at wine now, humming for a while, kicking for a while, making Mu Qinglin miserable, and when he changed the water to scrub himself, he still had to be stared at by her bright eyes.
At twelve o'clock, Mu Qinglin finally packed up, leaned over the table, opened the computer that was in standby, and prepared to shut it down.
The screen lit up, and the thumbnail of the video in the file suddenly pierced into Mu Qinglin's eyes. She put her hand on the mouse tightly for a moment, and instead of avoiding it for the first time, she stared at it motionlessly. The impact returned to calm, and the faces in the thumbnails turned completely black before finally clicking to shut down.
Soon, the soft blue light on the screen dimmed.
Mu Qinglin turned off the computer, turned off the light and went to bed.
Knowing her consciously, Zhou Yi automatically leaned over and hugged her.
The silence spread rapidly in the darkness, urging people to sleep peacefully.
However, Mu Qinglin seemed to have been dragged into another world, where shadowy shadows constantly flashed past quickly.
She was always calm, but she couldn't help but suddenly mixed in with one or two clear frames with sound.
Zhou Yi, who was in a deep sleep, felt Mu Qinglin's rapid breathing different from the past, and unconsciously reached for her chest, wanting to feel her heartbeat.
This action awakened Mu Qinglin, she instinctively grabbed Zhou Yi's hand, rolled over and pressed her down.
The moonlight squeezed in through the window, narrow enough to illuminate Zhou Yi's lips. Slightly open, there is a faint sweet taste of toothpaste between breaths.
Mu Qinglin's ups and downs of breathing calmed down for a moment, she lowered her head, and greedily looked at Zhou Yi's bright and dark face cut by the moonlight.
Time has worn her outline a little bit, which is a natural phenomenon. When I open my eyes, the splendor in the depths of the darkness is still flowing slowly.
Mu Qinglin stroked the corners of Zhou Yi's eyes, and asked her in the quiet night polished by the moonlight, "Do you know who I am?"
Zhou Yi reacted very slowly, but pronounced the words clearly, "Yanyan..."
"who?"
"mine…"
"Do you want it?"
"think…"
At the same time Zhou Yi spoke, Mu Qinglin leaned over and kissed her.
Different from the unadulterated lingering around the campfire, even Mu Qinglin's breath at this moment is full of lust. Her nerves were shaking violently, violently and heavily intertwined...
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But after a while, I heard Zhou Yi's elongated whisper, she was clutching the bed sheet under her body, her eyes were messy, her panting quickly overshadowed the ups and downs of her body when they were fused together, like the east wind blowing through the branches, scattering The young pistils disturb the flowing water in early spring.
As the water passed over the head of the stream, Zhou Yi's body shook suddenly, and Mu Qinglin covered his mouth, blocking all the charm in his throat.
…
Love is not a tool to vent, but nothing can soothe a person's mind like love.
In the quiet night, Mu Qinglin looked sideways at the tired and drowsy Zhou Yi, his mind was peaceful.
She turned on a light, leaned against the bedside, and flipped through the "emotional diary" that Zhou Yi had drawn in the sketchbook page by page.
Not every page has her, but every page can find traces of her existence—the provincial building, the sentry box at the gate of the building;
Greedy cat, biscuit at the cat's feet;
The corridor with broken lights, a beam of light in someone's hand in the corridor...the woman on the sofa, the green kiss on the woman's lips.
Mu Qinglin looked at Zhou Yi who was so nervous that he clenched his fists in the painting, and the corners of his lips slowly curled up.
Fragment, the first fragment she was worried about turned out to be kissed by a child secretly, no wonder someone got up the next day and lost her temper because she didn't remember anything, and then she was like a normal person, stopped hiding, no He pretended, and ran to her all day long, because he had already made up his mind.
Fortunately, she had sworn to Fu Xiao that someone had no ability to trick her, so she was careless, really too careless.
It's okay to be careless...
"Otherwise, do you really not plan to like me?" Mu Qinglin asked Zhou Yi softly, playing with the hair on Zhou Yi's forehead.
Zhou Yi was in a deep sleep, unable to respond to Mu Qinglin's question.
Mu Qinglin no longer needed to find an answer to this untenable assumption. She continued to flip through, and on each page, she could find the corresponding scene from the real scene.
At the end of the flip, Mu Qinglin's fingers pressed against the seam jumped.
There are no pictures on this page, only a piece of paper that has been seen too many times and has become fuzzy. No one is more familiar with the handwriting on it than her—it was Zhou Yi’s 20th birthday. Birthday present for her.
At that time, she didn't dare to express her feelings to Zhou Yi because of PTSD, but she felt sorry for her tossing herself to save Mu Zipei from Du Wenfei.
So there is this temporarily prepared blank birthday wish list with a validity period of "permanent".
She hoped that when Zhou Yi needed her help, he would come to her with this note and ask for anything, as long as she could do it.
Now, Zhou Yi seems to have helped her realize her birthday wish...
Mu Qinglin's trembling fingers slid across the two extra lines of small characters below.
[Sister, I tattooed your name on my wrist today, so that I can be with you forever. April 26, 2020]
In 2020, Zhou Yi is 22 years old, the second year after leaving her, and the first year here alone.
No wonder Zhou Yi was reluctant to talk about this tattoo when she asked about it.
That year, after Zhou Yi suffered all kinds of grievances, he felt that his existence didn't have much impact on Mu Qinglin;
That year, when she ran for two minutes, her chest hurt so much that she cried, and she had to grit her teeth to persist;
That year, with no capital, she set a goal for herself:
Catch those vicious poachers with her own hands; that year, she was so pitiful that she could only pin all her love on a thin note...
Mu Qinglin pursed her lips and breathed slowly, and gently wiped Zhou Yi's eyebrows with her cold fingertips.
Seeing the contented and joyful expression on her face, Mu Qinglin quickly picked up the pen she put on the table, and wrote "OK" behind Zhou Yi's handwriting.
She wrote with great force. When she stopped on the last hook, the tip of the pen opened an obvious gap due to the heavy pressure, and it closed again when it left. But penetrating from that stroke, the ink on the cover will be left permanently.
Mu Qinglin put the cap on the pen, waited for the ink to dry, put the book spread out on this page beside Zhou Yi's pillow, then turned off the light and lay back down, passed her arm under her neck, and held her in her arms, Kissed her forehead, and told her softly, "Good girl, sleep in peace, from now on, every day of your life will be a sunny day."
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