What is a perfect life?
Have a happy and warm family?
Have a smooth road?
A good hand in destiny?
The warmth and beauty in front of her are her eternal humble begging for maternal love and her unreasonable expectations.
Chen Jiaxian couldn't help but open her eyes wide. Her dark brown eyes glowed with strange brilliance under the colorful lights. She couldn't control the unspeakable desire deep in her heart, and big tears rolled out uncontrollably in an instant.
Pan Qiaomu stretched out his hand and put something in Chen Jiaxian's palm.
Very heavy.
Chen Jiaxian looked at her hand in disbelief. Her hand was very small, but at this moment, she was holding a handful——
hammer.
Completely different from the dream in front of me.
What Pan Qiaomu handed her was the most ordinary hammer, with a wooden handle and a black steel head, scarred and extremely hard.
Because it is ordinary and simple, it has greater power than the exquisite show style.
"Go and destroy it." Pan Qiaomu said briefly.
…
Chen Jiaxian looked at the warm and beautiful town in front of her.
Will she destroy this expectation and yearning with her own hands?
Does she want to say to herself - Congratulations, after destroying the humblest begging in your heart, you will face the truth of the world from now on, accept - you can't get it, you can't, you can't complete it, and then continue on?
Never look back or regret?
Chen Jiaxian had difficulty making up her mind. Pan Qiaomu folded his arms and leaned against the door: "Do you need help?"
Chen Jiaxian said: "No need."
Pan Qiaomu made a "please" gesture and then stared at her silently.
She hit it hard.
boom.
The colorful lights flashed and turned into nothingness.
boom.
A happy family is just a fragment of illusion.
boom.
The dim warm light trembled twice, fell from the model to the table, and then rolled to the floor. Why does it represent happiness? Happiness is just the meaning given to it by people. Unless people give it meaning, it is just an ordinary light strip.
The huge Lego model collapsed with a crash, and the perfect world was nothing more than a clumsy scam. Chen Jiaxian hit it with a hammer. She hesitated at first, but in the end she didn't hesitate.
Desire, what is it.
Make the weak brave and make the humble arrogant. Destroy everything without fear.
When all the lies and deceptions are finally in ruins, when all the failure of confrontation and the unwillingness to drift with the tide are smashed, can Mayfly find its own anchor in the wave of the times?
…
"what do you want?"
"I want you."
…
Chen Jiaxian put the hammer on the table, ran to Pan Qiaomu in three or two steps, hooked his neck and kissed him fiercely.
…
Pan Qiaomu's eyes widened in shock.
He was blank for several seconds before he came to his senses and tried to pull Chen Jiaxian off his body, but Chen Jiaxian was really strong. He pulled a few times before pushing Chen Jiaxian away: "No!"
Chen Jiaxian looked up at him. In her big brown eyes, there was the fire he was most familiar with, burning with thousands of emotions.
His eyes fell on her lips. Her lips were red, like a ball of fire.
Chen Jiaxian didn't say anything, she just walked over. Pan Qiaomu took two steps back and pressed his back against the wall. Chen Jiaxian grabbed his forearm, raised her head and kissed him again.
As if a few seconds had passed, and half a century had passed, Pan Qiaomu pushed her away again, avoided her gaze, and turned to the other side with an embarrassed face: "No, it really can't!"
He tried to explain, but Chen Jiaxian didn't give him a chance to explain. She looked directly at him and interrupted him: "You quite like me."
Pan Qiaomu leaned against the wall and said with difficulty: "But..."
Chen Jiaxian said unabashedly: "I want you."
Faced with the young woman's desires and ambitions, Pan Qiaomu was almost helpless. The next second, she pressed his shoulders with both hands and kissed him again, blocking what he wanted to say.
Pan Qiaomu leaned against the cold wall, the coldness penetrated his back, but the kiss was hot. She is undoubtedly the woman who makes him fall in love with her. This is his instinct beyond reason, and love itself is the perdition of reason. Pan Qiaomu's hands finally dropped, he bent down and hugged her shoulders heavily.
The dim yellow light strip rolled on the ground, giving desire a dark golden edge.
Through the messy ruins and the flickering light bulbs, two figures were vaguely revealed in the hazy halo. He picked her up suddenly, turned her around and pushed her against the wall. She hooked her legs around his waist and lowered her head condescendingly.
…
In the early hours of the morning, light rain pattered on the glass windows, sliding down meandering traces of water.
Chen Jiaxian's cell phone vibrated suddenly.
She wanted to reach out to take it, but was held down by the man's hand.
Pan Qiaomu looked at the caller ID:
Song Qingxu.
He remembered that he was the one who made an appointment with her for dinner on the Mid-Autumn Festival.
He was holding her in his arms from behind, and the water-stained glass window dimly reflected two figures embracing each other: "He likes you."
Chen Jiaxian said "hmm".
The sound of the incoming call gradually fell silent, and after a moment, it rang again.
His tall nose touched her cheek: "Does he know that he will disturb us?"
He kissed the scar on her forehead across the corner of her eye, stretched out his hand, and pressed the phone.
…
At 6:30 in the morning, Pan Qiaomu opened his eyes.
The girl was sleeping with her back to him, breathing long and evenly in the dark and quiet bedroom. Pan Qiaomu subconsciously grabbed the phone and turned off the alarm clock, hoping that she would have a good sleep.
He put down the phone gently, put his hands under his head, and stared at the roof in a daze.
Pan Qiaomu has always been a very rational person. Every step of his life was just right and he never took any detours. Correspondingly, of course he has very clear standards for his future girlfriend. In his vision, after his career reaches a small peak, he can just take advantage of the post-peak plateau period to start a relationship and find a woman who meets the standards. Start a family and achieve the perfect work-life balance.
This is how his life should be.
But, at this moment...this is not in his plan.
He has a good impression of Chen Jiaxian. But good impression does not mean love. His rationality told him that Chen Jiaxian did not meet the public standard of a "good woman", and her overly intense personality would not make her a qualified love partner.
What's more, Zhuoxiu Group does not allow internal employees to fall in love. Neither she nor he wanted to lose this job.
Pan Qiaomu warned himself calmly, and then found six more criteria to prove that Chen Jiaxian was not suitable for him.
He is rational.
Chen Jiaxian moved her body and turned around in her sleep, with half of her shoulders exposed. Pan Qiaomu pulled the thin quilt upward and touched her naked skin - it was hot.
Pan Qiaomu was startled, put his hand into the quilt, touched her palm, and then pressed his forehead against hers.
She has a high fever.
"Hey." Pan Qiaomu kissed her gently on the forehead, "Wake up."
…
Pan Qiaomu used Chen Jiaxian's mobile phone to fill out the sick leave application and sent it, and Guan Xi approved it quickly.
He was about to put down his phone when WeChat popped up.
Pan Qiaomu swore that he did not deliberately peek into privacy, but the endless pop-up of WeChat messages caught his eye. The person who noted "Mom" was complaining that it was difficult for him and wanted Chen Jiaxian's help in repaying the loan.
There is nothing new under the sun. Pan Qiaomu lowered his eyes. As long as you pay enough attention to a person, you can easily get clues about many things.
He had already made a close guess.
Pan Qiaomu looked back at Chen Jiaxian's red face. There were still a few patches of hives on her collarbone that had not completely subsided.
His eyes fell back to the phone.
"Mom's" WeChat message popped up: "You are cruel. You don't help your parents repay the loan. Your dad is under great pressure and dare not buy anything. The family's wealth is depleted. We mortgaged Chenji Tang Shui."
Pan Qiaomu's eyes fell on this WeChat message. He stared at it for a long time and slowly frowned.
He thought for a moment, picked up his phone, and blocked the "Mom" reminder directly in the settings.
