Guiqiu the Hostess Let Go of the Salted Fish - MTL

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Gong Zhi took a deep breath several times before opening the video.

At the other end of the video is the familiar, homely and warm yellowish light, and the slightly swaying woman who looks soft like spring water. Gong Zhi dazzled. The end of the video was her home. When she got the key, she started her own home.

She decorated everything in the house tightly, cumbersomely, full of smoke and fire, and even the lights had to be changed to light yellow. Looking at the warmth in winter, I always feel a bit of visual heat in summer.

But Gong Zhi has never felt that there is anything wrong with this, she likes to fill the vast space.

Crowding keeps her quiet and makes her feel safe.

I've never thought about what I am doing like this before...

"What's the matter? In a bad mood?" Shen Ying's voice came with strong concern.

"...No, that's not the case." Gong Zhi opened her mouth. She thought a lot and wanted to talk about her mother's attitude, but in the end she whispered, "That's right, I miss you so much."

"I miss you too." Shen Ying's voice suddenly became soft, with a smile, "I really want to."

The former Gong Zhi didn't really understand why Shen Ying always missed herself. Although they are very busy, there is no business trip or separation. They can meet every day.

Shen Ying has always ranked first for her. Even if she has a job, she would rather wait for Gong Zhi to fall asleep and then make it up, rather than let Gong Zhi wait for herself to work overtime. Gong Zhi was angry about this, and felt that Shen Ying didn't cherish her body.

But now she suddenly understood.

Seeing images and hearing sounds is just a kind of comfort. She wants to hug each other, expects the strength of holding each other tightly, and yearns for the other's temperature and touch. Because only in this way can the feeling in my heart be relieved.

"I think... maybe I like you better than before."

Shen Ying laughed: "Ah, that's really great. You just need a little bit and like me more."

Gong Zhi’s own cheeks were a little red, she looked to the side in embarrassment, and finally turned her head to look at the soft face on the screen: "It's too foul, it's really love-talking."

"It's not a love story, it's a truthful story."

Gong Zhi took a deep breath.

Shen Ying saw that Gong Zhi's mood was a little wrong. She put her hand on the head of the bed and let Gong Zhi look at the luggage she had packed: "Would you like to take this dress with you?"

"Bring it, as long as you think you can."

The excitement became slow again with daily small talk, Gong Zhi rested his chin and watched Shen Ying squatting in front of the suitcase and busy.

The phone faithfully sent an image of the other party. Gong Zhi looked at Shen Ying's slender shoulders, and the two slender arms stretched out from time to time trembled, as she was packing her clothes. Her waist would occasionally bend down, revealing a piece of soft flesh on her waist.

The two of them talked, sometimes in fact there is no meaningful conversation. But Gong Zhi's heart finally calmed down. The blood that had been impulsively wanted to rush home and hug Shen Ying faded away and turned into a hot spring, immersing Gong Zhi's body and mind in it, warm. There is a sense of leisure in my heart.

"...Actually, I used to think I was very sorry for my mother."

Gong Zhi said suddenly.

Shen Ying's back suddenly stopped, but she didn't look back. Because Gongzhi at this time doesn't need her to look back, probably, she doesn't need her comfort either.